Evan awoke the next morning laying on top of Vladimir. The large man was sleeping, his face relaxed and youthful in slumber. They had came back to the hotel the night before and Vladimir had carried him the entire way up to his room. Evan's mind had gone into overdrive and his body had become ultra sensitive. When Vladimir set him down on the bed, he couldn't help but close his eyes when Vladimir climbed in next to him. Once touch and he was trembling so hard that he was surprised that Vladimir didn't think that he was having a seizure.
Instead Vladimir just pulled him close and kissed him lightly before wrapping Evan in his arms and nuzzling his neck. It didn't go any further than that. Something that aggravated Evan, yet at the same time even further endeared Vladimir to him. Vladimir's eyes opened slowly and Evan grinned when he looked confused before remembering what had happened the night before.
"Morning Little One." He rasped.
"Morning. Sleep well?"
"Very." Vladimir leaned up and kissed Evan softly before moving him over to the side.
"So where do we go from here?"
"I'm not following."
"Are we together? Or what are we?" Evan's face turned three shades of red as he looked down and took sudden interest in his hand.
"You're mineā¦..and I'm yours. I thought I made that clear last night when I said it." Vladimir frowned and used his hand to bring Evan's head up. "Is that the answer you seek?"
"So there's nothing going on between you and David?"
"Nothing."
"Then what happened yesterday?" He hated the accusing sound of his voice, but he had to know; had to hear it from Vladimir what had gone on.
"After my meeting I wanted to do some sightseeing. I couldn't find you, so I went by myself. I went to the museum and he stumbled upon me contemplating what it would have been like to be a Mammoth. We talked, we came back. Nothing."
"A mammoth?" Evan grinned, but then started questioning him again. "What about the invite to the bar? That didn't seem like nothing. It seemed like a date to me."
"Little One, there were others there than just David and I. And for the record he said I could bring some one. I was going to ask you, but you wouldn't talk to me."
Evan's blush deepened and he stared deep into Vladimir's eyes; searching to see if he was telling the truth. As if he knew what Evan was looking for, he stared back without blinking while his hand moved down and rubbed circles on the small of Evan's back. A few minutes passed before Evan broke into a smile; kissing Vladimir and running his hands over Vladimir's chest. The kiss was a slow, tongues thrusting and retreating in a lazy dance as hands wandered; acquainting themselves with unfamiliar skin.
It didn't take long before Evan was little more than a quivering mass of muscles. He broke the kiss and moved down to Vladimir's neck, feasting on the soft skin where Vladimir's neck joined his shoulder. The large man growled low in his throat and his arms tightened around Evan's waist. Sure that he was going to get what he had been hungering for, Evan bit down then soothed the bite with his tongue. Evan moved against Vladimir, grinding down against him teasingly. He stopped a minute later when he heard Vladimir chuckle.
"What's so funny?" He asked as he nipped at Vladimir's neck again.
"Not yet Little One." He kissed Evan one more time before moving him over to the side.
Vladimir chuckled once more as he climbed out of bed, shaking his head as Evan pouted at him. He grabbed his bag and disappeared into the bathroom, intent on getting a shower. When the door was shut behind him, he let out a breath. He wanted Evan bad, it had taken everything in his power to put the shorter man aside. But it wasn't time for them to take it to the next level. There many things that people could claim Vladimir to be; but a romantic wouldn't be one of them. He wanted their first time to be perfect.
David was sitting at the breakfast table listening to Tyson and Dreamer joke with one another. His mind was flashing over the night before. He had never thought of himself as gay, he couldn't even remember having feelings towards another man before. But when Vladimir smiled, David's heart stopped in his chest and it became hard to breathe. And he had to admit that it was different being around Vladimir. Their day at the museum had been on of the better times he'd had in the past month or so and then at the bar. He was brought out of his musings by Natalya's elbow to his side.
"What?" He asked, looking at her like she'd lost her mind.
"Why so blue Davey?"
"I'm not blue. I was thinking." He grouched. "And don't call me Davey."
"Well then what are you thinking about?" She prodded, smiling at him.
"Nothing much." He hedged.
She looked like she was going question him further but thankfully Tyson asked her a question; pulling her attention away from him. David looked back down at his plate, picking up his fork and taking a bite of his now cold eggs. With a grimace he reached for his milk but stopped in mid reach when he seen Vladimir and Evan walk into the dinning room. They looked happy and content with each other and with a deep sigh David turned his attention back to his plate. He wasn't going to butt in where he wasn't wanted. Although no one said he couldn't be friends with the tall Russian.
Across the room another set of eyes were watching their every move with a scowl etched on his face. DJ dropped his fork against the plate with a loud clatter. His table partner; Ricky Ortiz, looked up and followed his line of vision. He shook his head and went back to eating, if it were him he wouldn't mess where he wasn't wanted. With an angry snort DJ got up and went to head over, but Ricky grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the table.
"Leave it be man. Now isn't the time." He said. "Besides, why ruin breakfast. It's the best meal of the day."
DJ rolled his eyes but sat back down, gripping his glass so hard that his knuckles turned white. Silently he watched as they interacted, growling at the loving touches that passed between them. Dammit, he wanted that for himself and he was going to get it one way or another.
