peja (peja) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2009-01-20 18:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | jag, rated: explicit, slash |
To Russia, with love
To Russia, with Love
by PEJA
Fandom: Jag
Pairing: Commander Harmon "Harm" Rabb, Jr/Captain Alex Volkonov
Portrayed by David James Elliott/Alexander Kuznetsov
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Pure PWP
Summary: Harm gets a visit from an unexpected source
Disclaimer: Jag does not belong to me. I make no profit in this writing
Alex Volonov struck a pose, holding a bottle of 100 proof vodka high and smiled enticingly into Harmon Rabb's astonished face. "Surprise.."
"Alex?" A luminous smile burst over Harmon Rabb's face. Taking the vodka from Alex' unresisting fingers, he tossed it aside and swept the Russian into his arms, pulling him into his home and slamming the door. He whirled them bodily into the wall. For a long moment, his gaze scoured the smaller man's grinning, breathless features then he traced a reverent finger over Alex' jawline. He cupped Alex' jaw in his hand, tilting his head up and sweeping in to claim eager lips in a voracious kiss that went on and on only to end much too soon for either man.
His head tilted and smiling his adorably boyish half-grin, Harm rubbed his knuckles over Alex' upper arm. "You are sure?"
Slanting a seductive glance, Alex' lips curved slowly into an equally seductive smile. "You need ask?"
Harm's free arm slid up Alex' back, pressing the smaller man more tightly against his chest. He could feel the Russian's breathing speed up against him. It fed the lust racing through his blood. Harm's hungry lips crashed into Alex's parted, devouring mouth.
Rough-gentle hands tore at clothes that miraculously came away undamaged only to be crumpled on the floor and kicked away. Alex suddenly beamed up into his lover's smoldering gaze then turned, presenting himself in the age old manner.
Harm didn't need words. He pressed himself against the Russian, letting his body absorb the feel of ever inch of exposed, heated flesh. His hands roamed over Alex' chest, tweaking already desperately pert nibs.
Alex moaned his pleasure, turning his head so Harm could possess his lips and Harm was more than willing to drink from that cherished goblet.
Neither man could say when they became one, Their passion was a blur of motion, untouchable by conscious thought, something wild and ravenous that moved through them like a molten flow of sensation, leaving them exhausted and dreamy. Sated.
Alex rolled round to face his lover when he could once again think with any semblance of rationality.
Harm traced the passion flushed, high cheekbones with a tender knuckle. Alex smiled slumberously into the dark chocolate eyes grinning down at him.
"So," Harm managed softly. "What brings you to American, Alex?"
The other man chuckled, his eyes alight with elven mischief. "Heard your Renee went and got herself a husband." He leaned closer as if to claim a kiss, only to breath, "Thought you might be in the market of a mate of your own."
"Really," Harm murmured, closing the distance between them lazily. "I think you might be right."
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