A/N This chapter is basically just one graphic sex scene. If you don't want to read that, go to the next chapter which picks up the morning after. Warnings are: graphic male on male sex. I think I'm supposed to say something about lemons too. Enjoy.

Inside the Bus, the two walked to Ward's bunk, their lips connected the whole time, the stairs presenting a slight challenge.

Aksikov pushed Ward down onto the bed, kissing him fiercely. The two had dropped most of their clothes on their way to the bunks, now they were clad only in jeans and shirts. Aksikov ran his hands up beneath Ward's shirt, ghosting his fingers over the well-defined muscles. Ward raised his arms and let the shirt slip off. Aksikov looked down at the man splayed beneath him with lust. The moment didn't last long before he was back on his lips. Ward detached himself from the Russian's mouth taking the opportunity to tear off the his shirt, meanwhile Aksikov had moved to kissing lines across his jaw, sending shivers down Ward's spine.

Ward looked down the Russian's back and saw the swirling blue tattoos, and never before did they look so fucking sexy, he thought, his fingers tracing the rough skin of his back. The man had moved to kissing and occasionally biting a trail down his neck. Ward closed his eyes and heard himself groan in pleasure. The man's hands slid down his back, cupping his denim clad ass cheeks. The strong hands made his hips buck in response, desperate for more contact. The other man's tongue meandered down his neck leaving a trail of flushed skin as it went, stopping to suck on a nipple, his teeth gliding over the puckered nub.

The hands left their position on his behind and found his belt, deft fingers unlatching the clasp sliding down the denim, leaving Ward in just a pair of black briefs, filled with his throbbing manhood. That tongue kept up its pace, kissing each one his abs, tracing the tight muscles of his stomach, his hands ran up the insides of his thighs.

He moved down to the throbbing member, very visible through the thin black material. He started placing chaste kisses all along its length through the fabric towards the growing wet patch at the tip, and Ward couldn't contain his moans. He could feel the excitement building when he felt the hands slide up his hips and hook around the waistband of his underwear.

They were pulled down slowly, revealing inch after inch of Ward's member. Ward was a respectable 9 incher. He heard the Russian's breath catch when its full length came free and sprung upwards to bounce on his toned stomach. The next thing he felt was a tongue. That tongue, running up all nine inches, swirling in a tight circle around the swollen head. Another moan escaped his throat. A hand wrapped around his base and held him upright. Ward looked down to see it disappear completely into his mouth. He was in and all he could feel was the wet heat, all other senses faded, the only sensation was the heat of Aksikov's mouth around his aching cock. He felt his head start bobbing and that tongue start sliding around the shaft, jerking him off. The moans were now just a constant stream of encouraging noise. He felt that familiar heat below his stomach, a problem only made worse when Aksikov hollowed his cheeks, giving his cock even more delicious contact. The heat was getting worse and he could feel the throbbing that meant he was going to cum soon.

"Stop, I'm gonna cum.", Ward said.
Aksikov pulled off the cock in front of him, Ward's hips bucking at the loss of contact.
"Lube?", the other man asked. Ward reached over to his bedside. Diving into the second drawer he brought out an almost empty bottle.
Handing over the bottle, he noticed that Aksikov was still wearing his pants. Ward reached over to undo them. The belt unclasped and the jeans fell away, it turned out someone had been going commando.
Ward didn't wait for a response and leaned forward taking the head of the thicker 8 and a half-inch dick in his mouth. The moans he heard urging him on, Ward's hands wrapped around Aksikov's ass and pulled him towards his face. Ward felt every inch of stiffness slide past his lips. Then he started sucking in earnest. Feeling the stiff member throb on his tongue, he hollowed his cheeks. His reached down and cupped his hanging balls. Ward had now swallowed the whole thing, his nose buried in the short curly hairs at the base of the shaft.

"Fuck, Grant", he felt hands on his shoulders, deft hands working the muscles there. He couldn't help the moan that vibrated down the cock in his mouth. With a sharp intake of breath the hands on his shoulders pushed him back off the length.
The hands flipped him over on his back and around so that Ward's entrance was now positioned in front of Aksikov. The next thing he felt was the hands spreading his cheeks exposing him. Then the tongue. That tongue that had just been jerking him off was now set to work on his asshole. One broad stroke across the entrance and he was moaning again, the tongue darting in, past the tight ring of muscle. It traced a tight circle from the inside making the tip of his member leak. The tongue left, covering the meager distance to scoop one of his balls into his mouth. While the ball was rolled around in his mouth, a finger had slid in his entrance, meeting almost no resistance.
Then the second finger entered, the two now darting scissoring, stretching him out. The mouth had dropped the ball and wrapped itself around the base of his throbbing, neglected cock. He introduced the third finger.

With three fingers thrusting in and out of him and a mouth that moved itself up to the head of his cock, practically drinking all the precum he was leaking, it was a wonder Ward hadn't cummed yet.
"Zakh, HURRY UP!", he yelled.

Aksikov detached himself from the other man's cock and slathered a generous amount of lube on his shaft, lining it up. Enough is enough, Ward thought, wrapping his legs around the Russian's waist and impaling himself. The look of surprise on Aksikov's face was soon replaced with a look of euphoria.
"Sooo tight", he moaned.
Ward felt so full.

Up to now Ward had had enough waiting and started rocking back on the shaft. It didn't take them long to build a steady rhythm thrusting in and out. "So tight", Aksikov moaned. Then it hit. That spot, just behind his balls, that little bump that made him think he was going to cum whenever it was hit.
"Harder", he called breathlessly, the other man happily obliged, having noticed the reaction. Placing Ward's legs over his shoulders he moved one had to grasp the ignored manhood bouncing against Ward's abs with every thrust. Ward felt a thumb knead its way up the shaft and play with the head, his hand formed a tunnel around the head, his own juices lubricating it so that while Aksikov fucked him, he fucked Aksikov's hand. It was so tight. The heat in his stomach had returned. He could feel the orgasm coming.
"ZAAAAAAKH, I'M GONNA CUM", he yelled.
Crying the other man's name Ward spurted his load all over his stomach. He felt his insides tense and tighten around the shaft and a hot stream shoot into his ass.

Gasping for breath the Russian man pulled out. Ward suddenly felt very empty. Until the man fell into the bed beside him and wrapped his arms around Ward, pulling the other man's head to rest on his tattooed chest.
For the next few minutes the two just laid there, panting. Then Aksikov reached down and ran his finger across Ward's cum laced abs, scooping some up and examining it. The cum coated digit disappeared into his mouth. Ward's dick twitch in response.
Aksikov noticed him looking and laughed, "Wanna try some?", he said offering another cum coated digit. Ward didn't move, the thought of sucking on the man's finger was more than appealing but he had no urge to taste his own cum.
"More for me", the Russian man said licking the finger clean.

With the hormones starting to finally relax, Ward felt sleep tug at him. He fought it back, after all he still hadn't actually told the other man about his feelings. As if reading his thoughts, Aksikov spoke
"Get some rest, Grant, we'll talk about it in the morning".
With that Grant let sleep overtake him in the Russian man's arms.