Waking Up in Mykonos A Soren & Alexei Short Story #2
Snaking a hand between them, Alexei lightly grasped Soren’s hardening cock and stroked him, loving the feel of this thick length, the heat of him.
Kisses grew more frantic and hungrier. Soren grabbed a fistful of Alexei’s hair and pulled, forcing his head into the pillow and his throat to arch, providing a delectable buffet.
Teeth scraped and bit followed by the gentle sweep of his tongue, soothing tender skin.
A whine escaped Alexei. He loved each time Soren overpowered him, but he also loved stealing that power back, taking control of everything.
He was a constant contradiction, and the only person who understood his complicated needs was Soren.
In the quiet of the room, there was a loud plastic snap that briefly caught Alexei’s attention, but it was stolen away again as Soren forced a hand between them and messily squirted some lube onto his dick and Alexei’s hand.
Soren moaned against Alexei’s throat as Alexei smoothed the thick gel along Soren’s dick, making it so fucking slick.
Soren quickly swiped up some of the excess, smearing it on his fingers before working those thick digits into Alexei’s ass, stretching him.
A sharp gasp broke from Alexei’s throat as a mix of pleasure and pain tore through him. “Fuck! More. Need more.”
“We’re getting there,” Soren promised, kissing his way up Alexei’s jaw to his mouth. The kiss that claimed his lips was deep and dirty, making them both even more desperate.
Not fast enough.
Alexei removed his hand from Soren’s cock and pushed his lover onto his back.
Soren pulled his fingers free from Alexei’s ass just as the younger man moved on top of him.
With practiced ease, Alexei lowered himself onto Soren’s dick, shouting as Soren filled him.
It hadn’t been that long since they’d last fucked, and Soren always fit him so perfectly.
Soren groaned and thrust upward while grabbing Alexei’s ass with both hands.
They fell into a slow, easy rhythm with Alexei taking him in long, deep strokes.
His hands were braced on Soren’s chest, his fingers plucking at his nipples.
The bed under them squeaked and complained loudly with every bounce, and Alexei loved it.
He could imagine the sound echoing through history, waking up so many of his homophobic dead relatives so that they were now turning in their graves.
Of course, his mother could probably hear him as well, but she’d just laugh and roll her eyes. Nothing mattered to her as long as her son was happy.
No, not thinking of his mother.
Only the asshole homophobes freaking out and probably jealous they never had sex this great.
Soren wrapped one hand around Alexei’s dick, stroking it hard and fast, tearing him from his wicked fantasies of tormenting his former family. He cried out and sped up. His evil boyfriend was driving him straight to orgasm.
“Soren!” he shouted. Part of him wanted to grab his wrist and stop him, but it felt so good. His cock was leaking, making Soren’s hand even slicker.
“So close, baby. Wanna feel you come first.”
“If you wanted to drive, you should have been on top,” Alexei chastised.
“But this view is so sexy,” Soren purred, his voice deliciously low and gravelly.
Wicked, evil, sneaky man.
Fuck, he couldn’t have found a more perfect partner in all the world.
Alexei sped up, giving himself over to the building orgasm.
His eyes fell shut, and he wallowed in the incredible pleasure building within him until brilliant hot ecstasy stole his breath away.
His shout filled the room, bouncing off the walls as he came hard.
Soren stroked him through it while thrusting up into his tight channel.
Sweaty skin slapped, and Soren swore a second before his own orgasm claimed him.
Drunk laughter tumbled from Alexei’s lips, and he collapsed on top of Soren in a sticky, sweaty mess.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he panted against Soren’s neck.
His lover chuckled soundlessly, his chest shaking. “Anytime. I mean that. Anytime you need a good fuck, I’m there for you, Angel.”
Alexei choked on a laugh. “Horny perv.”
“Deviant. I bet you were imagining fucking on the graves of your relatives.”
Alexei cackled and tried to roll off Soren only to nearly fall off the tiny bed. “This is why I love you. No one knows me like you.”
“Knows you and still loves you despite all your insanity.”
“You love me because of my insanity.”
Soren pulled Alexei close again and stole a tender kiss. “So very true.”
Alexei woke to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee.
Cooking was not one of Soren’s skills. Not that Alexei had any room to talk.
He sucked at cooking, despite both his uncles attempting to teach him.
His efforts in the kitchen were barely edible.
Soren was slightly better, but his repertoire of meals was pretty small.
But how could he not appreciate rolling out of bed after a night of great sex to find a hot meal waiting for him?
After pulling on some shorts and a T-shirt, Alexei hurried down the stairs to find his sexy spy-turned-thief boyfriend in a pink-and-white striped apron, piling fluffy scrambled eggs and bacon on a plate.
“Have I told you lately how amazing you are?” Alexei purred. He wanted to throw his arms around Soren from behind, but he didn’t want to risk losing a bite of that precious food.
“I honestly can’t recall the last time you told me.” Soren sighed, and Alexei snorted. He was damn sure he’d told him yesterday, but he had no problem repeating himself.
“You are fucking amazing. And really damn sexy in that apron.”
Soren handed over the plate and stole a loud kiss. “Pink isn’t usually my color, but I look pretty snazzy in this. I set up the table on the patio and just put your coffee out there. Can you grab the plate of toast too? I’ll be right behind you.”
Alexei snatched up the plate piled with golden-brown toast sliced into neat triangles. No, it wasn’t a Greek breakfast, but Alexei didn’t care if it meant he didn’t have to cook.
Outside, the sun was shining brightly on the white stones of the patio.
The house was positioned high on a hill, and the courtyard faced the sparkling blue Aegean Sea.
Alexei’s heart squeezed to find the table under the yellow umbrella set up with utensils, napkins, jam, butter, coffee, creamer, and a small spray of flowers in a tiny vase.
He took a seat, and Soren followed him a moment later with his own plate of food and mug of coffee.
“How long have you been up?” Alexei inquired, grabbing another kiss.
“Couple of hours. I think I’ve got a bit of jet lag from all our travel. My body doesn’t know whether it’s coming or going.”
“It didn’t seem to have any problems coming last night.”
Soren picked up a piece of bacon and pointed it at his lover. “Eat your breakfast, and don’t sass me.”
Alexei grinned and did as he was told, devouring the simple food. They didn’t fill the meal with useless chatter but enjoyed the pleasant breeze and wonderful scenery in silence.
“Mom and I had a lot of our meals out here. Especially dinner. Mom liked to watch the sky changing colors against the sea as the sun set,” Alexei stated shortly after finishing his food.
He picked up his linen napkin and wiped the grease from his fingertips and mouth.
A good night’s sleep, sex, and a meal had done wonders for his mood.
The anxiety that had clawed at his chest upon arriving had largely dissipated, leaving him with a feeling of peace.
“It’s peaceful here. I can see why you and your mom were such fans.”
Alexei hummed softly in agreement. “Being a Krestyanov was not an easy thing. We needed breaks.”
Soren moved aside his plate and cradled his coffee mug in front of him, his brow puckering in thought.
“Part of my brain still struggles with the knowledge that Nicolai Krestyanov was your grandfather and that Victor Krestyanov is your uncle. I was just a little CIA agent at the time, but we were all read in on the powerful families of the world. In Russia, Krestyanov was synonymous with death and terror. I can’t see that for you.
” Soren turned his face toward Alexei and smirked.
“At least until you’re at work, and then I can clearly see your uncle’s training. Otherwise, you’re my sweet Angel.”
“My mother didn’t want that life for me.
She thought I was a sweet, tender-hearted angel and didn’t want the Krestyanov life to destroy who I was.
She did everything she could to protect me.
Growing up, she was confident my grandfather or one of my evil uncles would arrange for me to have an ‘accident’ rather than have my obvious weakness besmirch the family name.
When I was in Russia, I practiced how I walked and talked so I didn’t give off any ‘weak’ or ‘soft’ vibes. ”
Alexei paused and dragged a deep, cleansing breath into his lungs. He released it, pushing out the heavy darkness from his body. “But our trips to Mykonos were different. Here I could be me. The bodyguards Mother brought along were all loyal to her. They wouldn’t rat me out.”