I Think A Few Teeth Rotted Away With This One👏🏾

LOL WHAT?? TS GOT ME DEAD🤣🤣

John, who snuck out to the patch of forest behind base to smoke a cig and take a swing of the Guinness he was not supposed to have, seeing how he had just gotten discharged.

Nikolai, who was hiding out behind a tree, with the sole express purpose of making sure a certain John Price doesn't sign his life (and liver) away so close to his retirement.

Laswell who was in the forest to video call with her wife, because she can't do it in base. (Least the rest of 141 starts calling her wife their other mother)

John stumbles over his footsteps, half drunk, causing Laswell to throw a rock in John's direction. Nikolai ends up tackling Laswell to the ground.

They both watched as John tripped over the rock Laswell threw, face planted himself on the floor and promptly started snoring.

The video Laswell had on file contains the maniacal laughter of Laswell as Nikolai grows red and stands up, tending to his very passed out husband instead.

Hehe, the last part made me giggle🤭

Something something about John telling Nik to pick up some alcohol at the store, something like a bud light and all. Nothing too fancy, something to chase down peanuts during game season.

Nik comes back with a crate of red wine from France. Same day delivery apparently.

John face palms, and wonders if it'll be too late to argue with Nik.

Football night has now turned into a mix of watching the telly and swatting Niks hands away from his tits.

Woke up this morning, did my hygiene routine, got dressed and went to the bathroom to do my eyebrows and eyelashes and saw that I had eye bags.

…

EYE BAGS.

I HAVE BAGS UNDER MY EYES.

…

Time to dropout🤷🏾‍♀️

Something something Omega John Price has an attitude, something something, Alpha Nikolai fixes it something something.

(Fugitive)Nikolai needing to lay low somewhere so he wouldn’t get captured and brought to the Gulag so he flees to a small town in England where there are small quaint shops on every corner, and if you were to go down just a little further, there’d be a few neighborhoods with beautiful houses/apartments.

Upon arrival, the soldiers who were looking for him had already gotten there first(much to his dismay), and just as they turned a corner he ducked into a flower shop and behind the counter, not even noticing the man standing there.

The soldiers eventually came in and looked around for a bit before asking the man if he’d seen someone come in matching Nik’s description, and to the Russian’s surprise, he said no and told which shops the men could check because they had “good hiding places”.

As they filed out with a brief ‘thanks’ he waited til’ the were far far away before slowly rising to thank the man properly, stopping upon seeing his beautiful features.

The flower shop worker had brown hair and blue eyes that seemed like they’d look ethereal in the sunlight, even as they looked at him with skepticism. He also had a well kept beard and mustache, trimmed to perfection. He wore a white shirt with brown pants that hugged his body in every way(deliciously), and on top was a beige apron with a name tag that read John.

Nik found himself smitten, cheeks heating up and mouth opening and closing like a fish. That was until the man— sorry— John had grabbed him by the ear and pulled the giant Russian towards him.

“You get me and my shop into any trouble and I’ll cut you like a rose, understand?”

Oh how Nik loved his voice. Loved how deep and rough it was despite having an odd smoothness to it. Like a rose.

He suddenly felt a pair of sharp gardening scissors at his throat and broke out of his daydreams.

“Understand.”

The scissors left his throat(much to his relief).

As John was getting ready to go to another task, Nik looked around himself for a second before turning back to the Brit.

“Uh- where is your nearest.. uh- mini hotel?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your mini hotels.” Nik says again. “Uhm.. like the smaller hotels that are usually on the side of the road?”

It takes John a second before he realizes and stops himself from laughing at the criminal across from him. Hell, he looked as if he’d skin him alive and use him as fish bait.

“You mean a motel?” He asks with a small smirk, continuing to sweep. “It’s a few minutes away from here near the butcher shop and candy store.”

“Ah, a motel, yes.” Nik nods, trying to appear cool and collected as he gathered what little bearings he had before going to the door. “Uh.. thank you..?”

“John, and you?”

“Nikolai.” He replied, his name rolling off his tongue roughly due to nervousness.

“Nikolai.” John says, and Nik damn near falls out at the way his name rolls off the florists tongue(he wondered what it’d sound like when he was being fucked).

After their brief conversation, Nik makes his trek to the motel and gets a room that’s, albeit, a bit nicer than some of the hotels he’s stayed at throughout his years of running.

He lays down for a bit to settle his nerves and goes to shower, thoughts lingering back to the beautiful florist he’d met just minutes prior to coming here and wonders if he could go back to the shop tomorrow to see him again, if he’d even be there.

Shoot, maybe he’d get to know the man. Know his likes and dislikes, what makes him tick, what got him into the gardening business, things of that nature(and maybe more if he’s lucky).

Mr. and Mrs. Smith but it’s NikPrice.

Price riding Nik and milking him for everything he has while said Russian whimpers and whines because he’s overstimulated and is not allowed to do anything about it.

I need Price to sit on Nikolai's lap while he shaves him with an old-timey razor.

The absolute trust Nik puts in his favorite captain's hands, his own palms resting on Price's thigh, gently stroking them as he watches him work with such affection in his dark eyes. Price is focused, pushing Nik's head back as he works on his neck, blade scrapping against his skin, a steady and precise hand.

When Nikolai gets too eager to touch him, unable to sit still, and the blade leaves a small cut into his neck, all he can do is smile, a short, teasing "oops" leaving his lips as he stares into Price's disapproving eyes.

With a brush of his thumb, John wipes away the small droplets of blood, but doesn't have time to clean his finger on the nearby towel, Nikolai instead grabbing his hand and his lips closing around his thumb, licking his own blood off of John's finger.

"Bloody animal." John says, an attempt at a frown failed by the affectionate crinkle of his eyes.

"You love it." Nikolai answers, letting go of John's hand, but not before placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

The soft humming that comes from John is enough of an answer, as the captain pushes Nik's head back, resuming his work.

I imagine that John is a patient man in the right circumstances.

Waiting in line for a coffee? Cool.

Waiting for a pot of water to start boiling? Alright.

Waiting for an enemy to come around the corner so he could take them out? Thrilling.

He’s more patient with everyday things. But the first time he orders something online and has to wait for what feels like 30 to 40 business days? He damn near goes insane.

It takes all of Nik’s mental strength to endure John talking about the package damn near everyday, and even more physical strength to keep him from ripping the front door off its hinges once it finally arrives. Nik hopes that it’s a letter from the damn President, but it’s not.

No, instead it’s a chicken timer.

A chicken timer that clucks.

And John is pleased with himself.

Very pleased.

Nik also loves to see how his face contorts in the throws of pleasure.

Loves to see his brows furrow and bend and how his eyes glisten and shine with unshed tears because good Lord is Nik doing numbers in on him right now.

Johnathan Michael Price is an expressive man when it comes to anything, and that should be common knowledge to anyone who knows or has worked with him.

Angry or upset? He’s frowning and making not so subtle threats(and maybe cursing that thing with everything he’s got in him).

Happy or being a little fucker? He’s got that quokka look on his face and is most definitely going to get kicked in the ass for whatever he did later.

Sad or just downright depressed(aren’t we all)? His face is either blank or he’s brooding in his office, but either way no one will ever see except those closest to him.

Nik, however, gets to see all of it, and if you were to ask him his most favorite trait about his husband, it would be everything(because in his eyes, the man is like a god to be praised). But if he had to choose, it would be that John is an expressive man that isn’t scared to share his thoughts or emotions.

He feels strongly, which is shown through his face and actions, and that’s what Nik loves most about him because— when you’ve been through what they’ve been through, you don’t express a lot. And the fact that John still does shows that he’s more human than he’ll ever know.