I watched how his flushed face was trying to settle with one emotion and his brown eyes drifted away from mine to look at the floor, before returning back to mine.

''Russ…?'' I whispered his name softly, still not moving my hand.

''Seriously, what the hell happened to you while I was out here kicking ass?'' he grumbled and I raised my eyebrows,

''What do you mean?''

''I heard you tell that dick of a boyfriend, that you would never take his cock in your mouth…'' His eyes turned harder as he spoke, ''right?''

I stared confused at him for a few seconds,

''You heard that?'' I asked while smirking and he suddenly looked a little unsure. ''I said I wouldn't take his cock in my mouth… I never said anything about yours back then and, but Russ, I was really only talking about a hickey…''

My smirk grew while I gently forced him backwards, making his back press against the wall,

''So… what were you thinking about?'' I grinned at his almost embarrassed expression while leaning closer to him, ''hmm?'' I hummed close to his neck.

He swallowed quickly but otherwise, he didn't move a muscle.

''And just so you know that dick of a boyfriend was Rick, and I know how much you hated him… I kinda liked that…'' I moved the last few inches, pressing my body softly against his. My heart raced as I brushed my lips over his throat. This was what I'd always wanted.

''Cyan, please…'' he groaned low and his hands grabbed my hips.

''Please what? I murmured against his throat.

''I-if this is just some shit you're pulling then-''

''Russ… I've always liked you… so just shut your mouth and let me do this, okay?'' it took him a while before he tightened his hands around my hips and groaned something quietly.

I didn't care about his groaning, he could save his stubbornness for later. I nibbled softly on his ear before sliding my hands slowly down his chest and pulling his T-shirt up above his head. I felt his body reacting because of the cold and his dog tags rattled against each others as they landed on his chest again. I ran my hand down his bare chest, feeling his muscles flexing beneath his skin and his now quick breathing. I looked at him, meeting his almost hungry eyes.

''Russ…''I whispered before his hands pulled me closer, crashing his lips on mine a bit sloppy.

The kiss was messy and sloppy, like none of us could decide what to do precisely. When I pulled away from his lips, we had both closed our eyes and it took a while before I opened mine again. I knew my face was flushed, I could feel my cheeks burn as I looked at him. Still, his eyes remained close as I ran my hands down his chest again and sat down on my knees.

My fingertips stroked his skin before unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper slowly down. I felt his muscles tense when my tongue went against his skin and my lips started nibbling and softly biting. A low moan came from him when I moved closer to his crotch. My fingers pulled the edge of his boxers longer down, trying to find the perfect spot for the hickey. When he moaned again, I smirked against his skin before I started sucking hard.

He groaned loudly when I kept going. I might as well use the opportunity to make the hickey be one of those that would be there a long time. I knew he was looking down at me when I pulled back, looking at the dark purple hickey.

''Good…'' I mumbled before stroking my hand over the bulge in his boxers.

''N-no way… You're not gonna-'' he interrupted himself by moaning when I pulled his boxers down enough to expose his hard member to the cold.

''Shut up and enjoy it'' I grinned before running my tongue up his shaft and stroking his balls and inner thigh with my hands.

''Oh god!'' he groaned loudly when I took the head inside my mouth, twisting my tongue around it.

I listened to his moaning, trying to tell what was good for him as I moved my tongue around his shaft. I moved my right hand from his thigh and started stroking the base of the shaft. I closed my eyes when took more of him into my mouth and started humming. The vibrations caused another loud moan from his while I kept moving my tongue and hands. His sounds made the whole thing easier. Like before, I listened to each reaction and each sound he made when I did something different.

For a few seconds, I grinned before pulling back. Only letting my fingers play with his balls. A sad sound came from him and I couldn't keep a smirk back before I let my tongue run up his shaft again, might as well tease him when I had the chance.

I let my fingers return to stroking his shaft and focusing on letting my tongue swirl around the head.

''Ah, Fuck… I can't…'' his words turned into moans but I got his point of it. My fingers stroked faster and I started sucking softly until he moaned loudly. I pulled away and swallowed quickly, trying to avoid the salty taste as much as possible.

''Shit…'' Russel mumbled while breathing quickly and looking almost dazed down at me. I smirked and met his eyes while running my fingers over my lower lip, making sure there was nothing left.

''That was quick…'' I teased and watched his face get redder,

''S-shut up, it's been a while…'' he grumbled and I stood up, enjoying in the view of him still being half naked.

''Sure, sure… but hey, don't zip your pants until you get outside'' I barely finished speaking before his hands were back on my hips and he pulled me close again.

His lips were gentler this time, like he knew what he was doing. I closed my eyes, pressing myself closer to him and continuing the gently make-out session.

''It was still quick'' I grinned when he pulled away. Quickly, he glared at me before suddenly looking like he remembered something horrible.

''What about that… mark… I can't do it, seriously…'' he shook his head while speaking and I knew I couldn't keep pushing him with it.

I looked at my hands, they were still scraped.

''I think… I think I just solved that problem'' I spoke while moving away from him and over to the opposite wall, so I had my back against him.

I pressed the right side of my face against the wall and closed my eyes. When he stepped closer to me, I pushed my face to the side so it scraped against the wall. Russel quickly grabbed my shoulder, pulling me away from the wall.

''What the hell are you doing?'' he almost yelled in anger.

I felt how it started to sting and almost burn.

''Is it bleeding?'' I asked, trying to ignore his question,

''Bleeding? Wha-no… no it's not, why?'' he mumbled more confused while I freed myself from his hand.

I did the same as before, but quicker this time. He grabbed my shoulder again, now pulling me further away from the wall then before,

''Russ, stop!'' I stared at him, trying to get free again but he only pulled me closer.

I ended up with my face pressed against his chest and standing still. Even do he was the skinny kind, he had still gained some muscle and strength during the war.

''You're such a punk…'' he mumbled into my ear and I laughed shortly,

''Well, you would stop me if weren't so slow at noticing things… But, if our favourite French dude is still out there, then you better go…'' I mumbled back, knowing Conaire would be suspicious about Russel's visit.

He hummed something before his arms retreated slowly and our eyes met.

''You know…'' I mumbled, somehow feeling a bit embarrassed, ''Boston wasn't as much fun without you…''

I hoped that he could read in between the lines and understand that I had missed him a lot.

''Of course, that's my city'' he grinned shortly and pressed his thump against the bleeding scratches on my cheek. I kept a groan back and I watched him smear my blood across his knuckles of his right hand. He still had some brain left.

''Well… I-''

''Just go…'' I hummed and almost pushed him out of the cell, trying to avoid the surely awkward farewell.

He groaned something and got the point. When the door slammed, I felt my cheeks burn and I leaned against the wall. A soft smile spread across my lips.