8. Yuri
EIGHT
Yuri
My hair is freshly bleached, and now I’m staring at the bathroom mirror with scissors in hand. I keep waffling about how short I want the hair.
I don’t want to go too short, but my skin is itching. I need a change. A new tattoo would take too long to heal, same with a piercing, so hair it is.
I’ve almost made up my mind when I hear my bedroom door open. I groan in annoyance and head out of the bathroom.
“What?” I ask the intruder.
It’s Nikolai and Sierra.
Sierra arches a brow. “Hello to you too. I’m having a wonderful day. Thank you for asking,” she drawls.
Nikolai snorts. “He’s got that look on his face.” He glances down at his hand. “And scissors. For fuck’s sake, don’t tell me you’re going to try to cut your hair by yourself.”
I hold up the scissors and glare at him. “Why not? It’s just a cut. I’ve got a razor too, if I need it shorter than that.”
“No,” Sierra says firmly. “You’re not going to shave it, you heathen. You already bleached it again. Which looks good, by the way.”
“Give those to me,” Nikolai says. “You can tell me how short you want it.” He smirks. “I might even listen.”
Sierra elbows him hard in the side.
“I wasn’t going to shave it all,” I protest. “I was going to make it shorter. And if that looked bad, then I’d shave it.”
Now that they’re here, I don’t know if my original plan is a good idea or not. I eye both of them before passing the scissors to Sierra. “Here. Make it look good.”
She takes them, but she shakes her head. “I don’t know the first thing about cutting hair.”
“I do my own haircuts,” Nikolai says. “I know what I’m doing.” He takes the scissors. “Go back into the bathroom. You can tell me how short you want it. Assuming our zaya here is all right with that?”
Sierra glares at him. “He can cut his hair if he wants. But it’s a big change.” She gestures to him. “At least he was half blond before.”
“It’s only hair,” I grumble, but I head back to the bathroom and sit down on the toilet seat. I pull the towel tighter around my bare shoulders, too. “Don’t cut my ears.”
“I’m not—” Nikolai lets out an exasperated sound. “I’d stab you with them on purpose before I accidentally cut your ears. Don’t fucking tempt me.”
“Gentlemen,” Sierra interrupts. “Less violence, more playing hair stylist.”
I look at her reflection in the mirror. There’s nothing to hint that she’s pregnant, nothing that shows off how soundly she belongs to us.
Except the branding that I wasn’t even there for.
“What kind of haircut should I get, Sierra?” I ask.
“Not too short,” she says. “Oh, I know. What about a side cut? But we leave the hair longer on one side?” She eyes Nikolai. “Do you think you can do that ? Or do we need to go to a proper stylist?” She pulls a phone out of her pocket and taps around for a few seconds before showing the screen to Nikolai. “Like this.”
Nikolai rolls his eyes. “I can do it. It’s not that fucking hard.”
“You do need the razor for a side cut,” I point out. “And can you show me what style you’re giving me?”
“No,” Sierra and Nikolai answer simultaneously.
“You can be surprised,” Sierra says. “Besides, you already know what one is, so you should know what it looks like, right?” She bats her eyelashes at me.
“You’re going to mess it up,” I mutter, but I guess “shave it all” is still an option if I really hate it. It wouldn’t take that long to grow out again.
I let Nikolai get close and snip the first bits of hair off. Sierra has her phone out and says, “This guide says you should cut this first, and…”
They confer on how to properly give the haircut. I probably should have gone to a real stylist instead of letting these two amateurs handle it. I’d honestly thought I was going to chop off a bit and call it a day.
I admit that it feels nice, though. Nikolai and Sierra both get their hands on my scalp, directing my head to tilt in this and that direction. They argue softly about whether the hair is even, and Sierra helps get my hair wet again for easier cutting.
I could get used to this. I start zoning out, and I don’t bother keeping track of what they’re doing. Even the gentle buzz of the razor is soothing when they shave off one of the sides.
It isn’t until Sierra says brightly, “Okay. Now I’m going to style it,” that I start to pay attention again. Even then, I continue to drift as she works with a brush and a hair dryer, muttering about not having the proper product to really make it work.
Nikolai nudges my shoulder. “Hey? Earth to Yuri. Turn around and look in the mirror. You can see what a good job I did,” he says smugly.
Sierra elbows him again. “What a good job we did,” she huffs. “We’ll need some stuff to really style it properly, but this is a preview. What do you think?”
I glance at myself in the mirror, my mouth parting.
“Uh. You did this?” I ask, reaching up to touch the longer ends of the hair on one side. The other is shaved down to fuzz. It’s good, and neat, but still very much my style.
“Yep,” Sierra says, shooting a look at Nikolai. “Between the two of us. I think it’s a pretty good look. It’s especially good with the fresh blond color.” She nods, satisfied, then leans in to briefly brush her lips against mine. “I like it.”
“I told you I could do it,” Nikolai says, brushing at some of the stray hairs on my shoulder. “Now get dressed, asshole. No one wants to see you naked.”
“I want to see him naked,” Sierra mutters.
I roll my shoulders. The worst of the pain from the whipping is gone, and I’m left with a small ache when the tender healing skin stretches.
“I want to see you naked too, Sierra,” I say, smiling. Then I glance at Nikolai. “You can stay if you want. I guess.”
“Thanks, I think,” Nikolai says.
Sierra nudges him out of the way, then wraps her arms around me. “Something about the hair is extra sexy,” she says, kissing me again. “I’m glad you trusted us.” Her hands go to the towel around my waist, and she tugs it so it falls down around my feet.
I tilt her head up so I can kiss her. I can practically feel Nikolai’s eyes boring into me, but that gives me an extra thrill, too.
I don’t know what’s wrong with him lately. He never minded sharing a woman before.
My thumb rubs circles into Sierra’s soft belly—her pregnant belly. Maybe Nikolai’s got a problem with Sierra being pregnant, but all it does for me is get me even more excited.
She’s ours, ours, ours.
No matter what happens now, she can never forget us.
Nikolai edges in closer, and he rests one hand at the small of her back as the other goes to move my hand away from her chin. “Hey. Share,” he demands.
Sierra rolls her eyes, but she turns her head. “Don’t be such a demanding prick,” she tells him, but she brushes her lips against his anyway. “Or I’ll make the two of you kiss, too.”
I snort in amusement. Apparently she really likes it when men kiss. “If it gets you wet, I’ll even add tongue,” I say, mostly to rile up Nikolai.
Nikolai shakes his head. “It’s one thing to kiss Kotya. It’s another to kiss Yura,” he complains.
“Why?” Sierra asks, tilting her head as she brushes her fingers against Nikolai’s cheek.
“I don’t know.” Nikolai shifts uncomfortably. “It just is.”
“Nikolai is scared,” I goad, pulling Sierra against my chest. “It’s fine. He isn’t adventurous like we are.”
“You’re always talking about being adventurous,” Nikolai complains. “It’s not that I’m not adventurous. I’m not an adrenaline junkie, all right? But fine.” He lifts his chin in a stubborn set. “I guess if our zaya wants us to kiss, we’ll kiss.”
He grabs me by my newly cut, styled hair and pulls me in close.
I still have to close the distance between our lips. It’s different from kissing Kotya; Nikolai isn’t as tall or broad as he is, and there’s a lot less facial hair. If Nikolai shaved all the way, it might even be the same as kissing a woman.
Except Nikolai is tense against my lips, and he isn’t doing anything to deepen the kiss.
I let go of Sierra and put an arm around Nikolai as I run my tongue along the seam of his lips.
“You have to actually participate for it to count,” I whisper. “Right, Sierra?”
“Definitely.” Her voice is breathy, and she strokes Nikolai’s hair. “Come on, Nikolai,” she wheedles. “It’s not that bad, is it? Be honest.”
Nikolai grumbles against my mouth, but he turns the tables on me, plunging his tongue past my lips instead in a demanding kiss that it’s clear he wants to be a hundred percent in control of.
I groan and let him, bending under the onslaught. Sierra presses up against my side like she wants an even better view of the kiss.
One of them gets their fingers on my nipple, and my cock jumps to attention, brushing against Nikolai’s thigh.
Nikolai tenses, but he doesn’t pull away. He growls, his grip tightening on my hair as he assaults my mouth with his lips and tongue.
Only when we both need to breathe does he pull back, panting. “How’s that for adventurous?”
Sierra’s eyes are wide as she looks between us. “Well, it’s a nice start,” she says.
“Yeah.” I laugh and shake my head. “How about we don’t do this in the bathroom, though? I think my bed is large enough for all three of us.”
“Do we even need the bed?” Nikolai asks. “I mean, if Sierra gets on her knees…”
“That does not sound comfortable in the slightest,” she announces. Her voice is less certain when she says, “I’m pregnant, remember? I deserve comfort.”
I laugh and kiss her again. “Shouldn’t we do all the flexible things now, while you still can?”
But I don’t want to contort myself in this bathroom either, not to mention all the hair clippings still on the floor and the slight bleach smell that the ventilator hasn’t removed yet. I take Sierra’s hand and lead her out to my bedroom.
It isn’t a mess, but there’s clutter around. Most of it is related to motorcycles. I have a bookshelf filled with motorcycle manuals, as well as magazines. Some are in Russian, too, because it’s easy enough to order things from abroad these days.
Sierra stops in front of the shelf and stares at a small display case. “What’s this?”
I glance at the key inside. “Oh. That’s the key to my first ever bike.”
“See, Nikolai?” Sierra says without looking at him. “This is a normal collection. Not a bunch of monsterfucking dildos.”
“But it’s not very adventurous,” Nikolai says smugly, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. “I can’t wait to see you fuck one of them when you’re so hyped up on pregnancy hormones that?—”
She smacks him in the chest, turning back to me. “How old were you?” she asks me, directing my attention back to the case.
“When I got the bike?” I ask. It feels strange to have this conversation when I’m naked. “Ah, seventeen? Kotya helped me find a good deal and save up for it. But somebody destroyed it right before we left for America.” I fight not to grimace. “It doesn’t matter. I got a better bike here.”
She nods, reaching out to squeeze my arm. I can tell she wants to ask something else, probably something intimate, but she smirks instead. “Are you one of those guys who thinks a bike is sexier than a woman?”
I smirk back at her. “Aren’t you one of those women who gets hot when she’s got a machine rumbling between her legs?”
Sierra laughs. “You caught me.”
Nikolai is looking between the two of us with a strange expression, but when I look at him, he shrugs and glances back at the display case. “Aren’t there better things to do than to look at your motorcycle stuff?” he prompts.
“Sure. We can talk about how we’re going to stuff Sierra full.” I take Sierra’s hand again and pull her along to the bed. She shakes her head and pretends to fight me, but I can see her smile, too.
Strange, that she’s smiling now. She wouldn’t have before… before she got shot.
Strange, how much I want to see that smile.
All the anger I’d had inside me has evaporated. Maybe it’s the guilt I still feel for having almost killed her. Maybe the whipping had finally cleared my head.
“Not my ass,” she warns me. “I still haven’t recovered from that.”
“It’s been weeks,” Nikolai says, deadpan. “You’re not still recovering from that.”
“Maybe we should stuff both our cocks into your cunt,” I suggest.
Sierra immediately shakes her head. “No! Absolutely not. Jesus, Yuri. You’re insane if you think I’d ever agree to that.”
“Who says you have to agree?” Nikolai retorts flippantly. “C’mon. Get on the bed.” He tugs on her hand, drawing her closer to my bed, then smirks at me. “Which hole do you want?”
“Oh my god,” she laments. “The two of you are cavemen.”
“We are gentlemen ,” I correct. I get on the bed and lie back. “Do you want to ride me, Sierra?”
Her eyes gleam as she looks at me. “Can I ride your face?” she asks, so innocently that it takes me a second to realize what she’d asked.
Nikolai cracks up laughing. “You’ve created a monster, Yura.”
“Sure,” I answer. “I guess that means Nikolai has to work my cock, since you’ll be busy.”
“Nikolai could take you up his ass, Yuri,” she says, her voice still sweet.
Nikolai nearly chokes as he stops laughing. “Uh. Fuck no.”
“You’re such a prude,” she says. “I shouldn’t be the only one getting stuffed all the time.”
“You absolutely should,” Nikolai argues. “Some holes are exit-only.” He glances at me. “I mean, unless you’re Yura.”
Heat fills my face, but I push past that. “I don’t mind either way. I mean, if Nikolai can figure out how to make it feel good. I don’t know if we can trust him with that.”
Nikolai makes an aggrieved sound. “Yeah, sorry. Not ready for that.”
“Not ready?” Sierra asks, looking curiously at him as she finally climbs onto the bed and gestures for me to follow. “Does that mean you will one day?”
“I don’t fucking know,” he mutters, which is more than I would’ve expected out of him.
I make a frustrated sound. “I meant… I don’t mind being in the middle.”
“It’s fine,” Sierra says. “We could…” She trails off, and heat floods her cheeks. “I could suck your cock while you… you know.”
“Oh, now she gets shy,” Nikolai says with a snort. “You wanna 69? I guess I can watch if I can fuck you after.”
“You’ll give your permission?” she asks, shaking her head in amusement. “Thanks, I guess, Your Majesty.”
I don’t know how to feel about the small stab of disappointment. I didn’t necessarily want to get fucked by Nikolai anyway. If I do that with anyone, it should be with Kotya.
“That sounds good.” I kiss Sierra. “Who do you think is gonna come first?”
“With the way you use your tongue?” she asks, brushing back some of her dark hair from her face. “I’ll probably come twice before you come once.”
“This is going to take forever,” Nikolai complains.
“Well, you could always fuck Yuri while we’re busy,” Sierra retorts. “You’re the one who’s too insecure about his masculinity to fuck another man.”
“It’s not—” Nikolai says, scowling at her as she kisses my cheek, then over to my ear.
“It’s fine,” I say quickly. “Nikolai doesn’t have to do anything he’s scared of.”
“I’m not scared,” Nikolai complains. “Like I said, I’m just not ready to have my dick in another dude.”
“How about this?” Sierra says, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me groan. “You get to service whoever holds out the longest.”
“That’s definitely going to be Yura,” Nikolai says. “Fuck, zaya, if you want to see me fuck him so bad, I will. But I’m not sucking him off or anything.”
“Okay,” she says. She sounds casual, but I can see the way her eyes gleam. She absolutely set him up, and he doesn’t seem to have realized it yet. “You two get situated first. Here. I’ll even get your cock hard first.” She leaves my nipple alone and crawls over to where he’s standing beside the bed.
She unfastens his pants, tugging them and his boxer briefs all the way down so they fall around his ankles.
It’s not the first time I’ve seen his dick, but this time, I see it differently.
“You probably want to use a condom,” I blurt out. I blush harder when Sierra and Nikolai stare at me. “For cleanup reasons! And so he doesn’t come as soon as he penetrates me.”
“I would not!” Nikolai protests. “I’ve done anal before, jackass.”
Sierra snickers. “Do you even have condoms in here? The three of you act like you’ve never seen one before.” Now that she’s gotten her way, she’s smug and confident, and I find that it’s a good look on her. “You can grab them while I get him ready, Yura.”
Yura .
It’s the first time she’s called me that, and I grin at her.
I roll onto my side so I can grab the condoms from the bedside table. There’s a bottle of lube in there too, which I grab as well. “Which of you is going to loosen me up?” I ask.
Sierra and Nikolai exchange a look. “Nikolai did such a good job when it was me—” she begins, but Nikolai shakes his head.
“Zaya…”
He’s getting spooked, and she obviously sees it as well because she huffs out a breath. “The two of you are so high-maintenance,” she mutters. “All right, all right. Spread those legs, Yura.”
I oblige, letting her get between my legs. She strokes my cock with her delicate hand, one finger tracing the tattoo wrapped around the skin.
She grabs the lube from me, spilling some over her fingers and getting it onto my sheets in the process.
I don’t mind, though, especially because her slender finger feels amazing as it pushes inside of me with barely any resistance.
Nikolai stands there, stroking himself slowly as he watches. He can’t be too turned off; he’s fully erect already, though his eyes are glued to Sierra’s face as she watches me with concentration.
Her fingers aren’t long enough to reach my prostate, but that doesn’t stop her from extending them as far as they’ll go. I’m not sure whether she’s trying and failing or if she doesn’t actually know what she’s doing, but she doesn’t seem to mind doing this.
She leans down, taking the tip of my cock into her mouth, and I gasp as the wet heat of it envelops me.
I moan and lift my hips, trying to get more of that sensation. She keeps massaging inside me while she sucks me off, and I could probably come from this alone.
Sierra suddenly pulls off and glares over her shoulder. “Hands off my ass, Nikolai.”
“I wanted to join in,” he protests.
“Oh my god,” Sierra says. “You’ll get to join in soon. You have a nice tight asshole ready to plunder.” She yelps. “Not mine, you dick!”
Nikolai chuckles, but he says, “Hurry the fuck up. I’m going to die of blue balls here.”
“You really will if you don’t stop fucking around,” she tells him tartly. “Now get a condom on.” She rolls out of the way, leaving Nikolai staring down at my cock.
“I already have one on,” he says, but he roughly spreads my legs. “All right. I hope you’re ready.”
That’s all the warning I get before he climbs onto the bed, the blunt head of his slicked-up cock shoving at my hole.
Sierra strips faster than she ever has, then she crawls onto me, brushing her mouth against mine. I taste my precum on her lips, but it doesn’t bother me—especially as she parts her lips for me and I push my tongue inside. She moans against me, but she pulls back to admit, “I’m going to end up with blue… whatever. This is fucking hot,” she tells me, looking over her shoulder at Nikolai as he pushes inside of me.
“How wet are you?” I ask with a grunt. Fuck, Nikolai isn’t huge, but it’s been a while since I’ve taken anyone.
If I want to do this with Kotya, it’s not a bad idea to get used to Nikolai first.
Nikolai thrusts forward, then I hear Sierra squeak.
“She’s dripping, Yura,” Nikolai says with a grin. Sweat drips down his forehead. “She definitely wants something to stuff her full.”
Sierra blushes beet red. “Well, if you hadn’t been so wishy-washy, I’d have come already,” she mumbles.
I grab her hips as best I can and maneuver her into position atop me. “Nothing’s stopping you,” I say.
“Not gonna be too much?” she asks, but she’s already grabbed my cock and started to guide it to her soaked pussy. She bites her lip as she sinks down, letting out a garbled noise.
She’s so tight and hot, and her pussy welcomes my cock easily. I moan, my attention torn between Sierra around my cock and Nikolai in my ass.
It’s so much. It’s so fucking good.
Nikolai pauses in his thrusts, leaning down to bite her shoulder.
“Keep moving,” I demand, clenching my ass.
Nikolai groans, but he picks up the pace again. His hands are on her waist, too, right by mine. On a whim, I grab them, squeezing hard.
His cheeks are flushed red, but he doesn’t pull away. “Fuck,” he mutters between gasping breaths. “I’m… I’m close.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Sierra asks, her eyes drifting closed as she starts to fuck herself on my cock. She leans forward, whimpering when she seems to find the right position.
I pull her down into a kiss, and she clamps down on my cock.
I’m not going to last that much longer either, not with how I’m getting pleasure from both of them.
I want to hold out longer than Nikolai, so I clench and unclench my ass, doing everything I can to make him spill.
He pumps into me harder, faster, swearing under his breath right up until the point where he lets out a hoarse cry and goes still. If he wasn’t wearing the condom, I’d be able to feel him filling my ass with his cum—but that’s something I want to reserve for Kotya.
Besides, it really would’ve made a mess.
Sierra usually takes longer to come, but Nikolai stays inside of me, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. When he squeezes and twists her nipples, she’s the next to cry out. It’s muffled against my mouth, but I’d have known she was coming anyway from the way her tight cunt clamps down around me.
I finally let go, pulling her into another messy kiss as I come.
My chest feels both tight and light at the same time. The lingering wounds on my back burn, and I focus on that sensation instead of the strange whirl of emotions.
She collapses onto me, and Nikolai finally withdraws from my ass with a grunt. He steps away, and I’m not actually sure he’s going to come back. Instead of fleeing, though, he disposes of the condom in the bathroom, giving Sierra time to curl up at my side before he returns.
He hesitates, though, instead of getting into bed with us.
Sierra glances up at him, still breathing heavily. “Well? What are you waiting for, a signed invitation?”
Nikolai snorts, but he crawls into bed on the other side of her. His arm slides around her waist, and he nuzzles her neck.
“You’re both bi, right?” Sierra asks suddenly. “I mean, I assume Yura is.”
I tense, but nod. “I guess so. I don’t really think about it.”
“I mean… I guess I am?” Nikolai ventures. “I’ve never thought about it before you started getting us to kiss or whatever.”
Sierra shakes her head. “It’s not like I forced you,” she says, her voice dry.
I avoid looking at Nikolai. I have no idea how he feels about it, but I never thought he was completely straight.
“It wasn’t bad, I guess,” Nikolai says.
“So you’re not going to turn into a total asshole because you’re freaking out about… whatever?” Sierra asks.
Nikolai grumbles under his breath, tightening his grasp around her waist. “No, I’m not going to turn into an asshole.”
“It doesn’t mean we don’t prefer you,” I add, nuzzling Sierra’s head. “I definitely prefer you.”
“Yeah, you don’t have to worry about me and Yura running off together or anything,” Nikolai says.
“I couldn’t be that lucky,” Sierra drawls.
She says that, but she came back to us. She could have escaped with her brother. She could have left us to die.
I trace random patterns on her shoulders and suppress my stupid smile.
They don’t need to know how happy I am right now.