(BL) Taming the Field Guide

Brent felt like his body was going to explode. It wasn’t helped by the fact that Sergei was so close to his dick. He was an animal. A beast, and Sergei was staring up at him like the sweet and devious man that he was.

“Should we get that bath?” Sergei suggested and Brent exhaled slowly through his nose. Damn it. He was not thinking about getting a bath. He was thinking of getting the man naked and making sure that no one else had made a mark on him. They’d barely started being anything to each other, so what did that make him? Worse than an S Class?

Sergei wasn’t the one suggesting Brent to strip so he could inspect every inch of him. That was probably why Brent was keeping those thoughts inside. For now, at least.

“If I get into a tub with you naked you better be prepared for the consequences.” Brent muttered darkly. Sergei’s eyes narrowed as he grinned.

“What kind of consequences? The ones where you tease me, or the ones where you mean it?” Brent’s jaw tightened. His damn dick was throbbing just having Sergei so close by and the man was talking to him about teasing? Brent was in no mood for it. He’d ached for the man all day. Wanted to feel his cock and his piercings sliding inside of him, branding him from the inside out. He wanted to know every inch of him intimately.

Brent swallowed thickly.

“Let’s just say the water isn’t going to stay inside of the tub for long.” Brent murmured, his face warm. He darted his tongue out, licking his lips. He felt parched, hungry. Brent wasn’t sure what he wanted, what he needed. It’d been a strangely emotional day for him already.

He’d sat and waited for everyone to arrive, and then he’d had a sparring session with Kellen’s parents. They had all but outright adopted him, only holding back because Brent hadn’t said yes immediately. Brent was feeling vulnerable, confused and he just wanted comfort. There. He’d admitted it. He wanted to curl up in Sergei’s warm embrace, maybe a little more, and drink some wine and relax.

Sergei noticed the change in Brent almost immediately, getting to his feet and pulling Brent against his chest.

“Oh love, don’t cry.” Sergei whispered. Brent wasn’t even aware of his eyes watering.

“I’m not crying.” Brent said stubbornly. “I’m just emotional. They aren’t going to fall.” He insisted, even as they seeped out and sunk into Sergei’s thicker clothing. Sergei’s hand slid into Brent’s hair, holding him tenderly while his other slid to the small of Brent’s back.

“Of course.” Sergei agreed readily. “You’re not a crier.” Brent sniffed. He knew that he was making fun of him, but damn, what could he do? He’d missed him. Brent hadn’t liked being unable to really see them all off. He’d hadn’t liked being unable to go with them. He hadn’t liked watching Sergei potentially go off and Brent not being able to be with him.

He didn’t want to burden Sergei with his feelings but he didn’t think he’d be normal for a while if he didn’t explain.

“I really missed you.” Brent whispered and felt Sergei freeze. “I didn’t like seeing you go off like that. I didn’t like not being able to go with you. I couldn’t get anything done without you here. I spent most of the day like a damn caged Guide, sitting and staring out the window unable to do anything without you here.” Sergei bent, wrapping himself around Brent as his grip tightened. His breathing grew ragged and Brent felt his powers pour out of him, twisting in the air. Brent watched as the nightstand began to float, the dresser and the bed following shortly after.

It was an impressive display of power as Sergei’s emotions ran wild.

“I’m so sorry you felt that way.” Sergei sounded sincere but there was something to it that Brent didn’t fully trust. “I’m also sorry that I’m…happy that you were so lost without me.” Sergei admitted. He wouldn’t look at Brent, like he was afraid that Brent would be angry at him for admitting that.

Why would he? It fueled Brent’s ego to know that Sergei liked that he was sad he was gone. He wanted the man to care about him to the same depths that he did.

“I spent the whole day trying to protect Kellen and thinking that it was you instead.” Sergei admitted. “I watched the others move around and go to their breaks with their guides and felt so empty knowing you weren’t there, and then rage because of the reason. You had every right to speak your truth, just like Kellen did.” Sergei hesitated. “But then I was grateful that you didn’t show up when Kellen guided some Espers and everything went off the rails. If you had been the one targeted instead of Kellen…” Sergei trailed off.

“Oh Sergei.” Brent said with a sigh. Sergei jerked. He pulled his head back, panic in his eyes.

“I don’t mean I want harm to befall Kellen, I just-” Brent pulled the man closer and kissed him. It was the most effective way to shut him up.

“Sergei, I get it. I know you don’t want to harm my friend, it’s okay.” Brent spoke softly against his lips, feeling the other man shiver. Their breaths mingled for a moment, each staring into the other’s eyes. Sergei’s eyes fluttered closed and Brent heard the furniture fall back to the floor carefully. He wanted to laugh.

Even in this moment the man was in control. Brent almost wanted to test what it would take to get him out of control. Brent licked his lips.

Not here, obviously. This wasn’t a place that they owned. It would have to wait for when this shitshow of a mess was cleaned up. Brent wondered if Sergei would be against it, and then remembered it was only a few minutes ago that the man was on his knees begging Brent.

Yeah, he had a feeling the man wouldn’t really protest, as long as Brent made sure to sweeten the pot for him. How would he sweeten it? Brent was sure by the time that they got to a point where they could fully explore how much Sergei could let loose, Brent would know that answer by heart.

“No baths.” Brent said softly and Sergei nodded.

“Okay. May I ask why?” Sergei’s voice wasn’t above a whisper and Brent gave a soft chuckle.

“Because I’m feeling like I want to milk you dry and keep it inside of me possessively like some kind of freak, and if I get into a tub with you naked there is nothing to hold me back from doing just that.” Brent told him.

The furniture that Sergei had just carefully placed on the ground rattled. Brent couldn’t help the laugh that left his lips.

“You want to ride me again?” Sergei asked and Brent nodded. Brent’s arm, which he’d tucked under Sergei’s and around his chest, squeezed him.

“I really liked the way your piercings felt inside of me, and I don’t want my body to forget it.” Brent told him. “I know we should use condoms, but I know I’m clean and it’s not like I’m going to be doing this with anyone else going forward. It’s just you.” Brent said. Sergei pulled his face away from Brent’s and pressed it into his shoulder again. He was shuddering, his breathing ragged.

“You have such an easy time undoing me.” Sergei muttered and Brent pressed a kiss against his exposed neck. Sergei shivered.

“I have to have some tricks up my sleeve. I only have one of them.” Brent joked and Sergei let out a muffled laugh.

“Not funny. I didn’t find that funny, Brent.” Sergei protested, even as his shoulders continued to shake. Brent finally felt some of the tension leave his body.

“The laughing man doesn’t get to say it wasn’t funny. I’ve got more where those came from. Someone has to make jokes about how I only have one arm. At least no one can say one arm is stronger than the other due to masturbating. They just think I have a good grip because I work out.” Sergei’s shoulders shook harder and Brent watched as he turned his head away from Brent. “Hey. Don’t turn away.” Brent protested as Sergei gave him a squeeze.

“I’m not giving you the satisfaction.” Sergei got out between his silent laughter. Brent chuckled.

“Too late. I’m already deeply satisfied that you’re even chuckling. Do you know how often I had to workshop these against Kellen? The man would give me the coldest stare imaginable and then criticize minor aspects of my jokes. It was so annoying that I got better at telling them just to prove a point.” Brent argued. Sergei’s shoulders continued to shake before he sucked in a deep breath and let it go.

When he turned his face back to Brent, his eyes were sparkling. They were the light silver of his powers but nothing was moving. He was just feeling emotional.

“Let’s get that bath, zaichonok. Afterwards, we can sit and watch a movie while drinking some wine.” Sergei told him softly. Brent felt his face warm.

“Y-You sure? I don’t want to pressure you. You don’t have to go along with it because I want to.” Brent was going to be all talk until Sergei agreed. He might have his desires, but he desired the man all day, every day. Every position, every angle. He wouldn’t get tired of the man and while he hadn’t voiced that properly to Sergei yet, he hoped that the man understood that to some degree.

Sergei smiled at Brent, rising to his full height to pull Brent in closer and kissing him. Brent let him, always would and felt some of his tension melt away. Sergei’s hand on his lower back slid lower, resting on his ass before he hesitated and pressed down on Brent’s ass. The motion made Brent’s hips lurch forward and that was when Brent came to understand something.

Brent moaned into the kiss, the long, hard length of Sergei rubbing against his own. Goddamn, the man was rock hard. Sergei’s kiss grew more forceful, more demanding, and when Brent and Sergei pulled away for air, Brent’s mouth tingled slightly. He licked his lips and felt Sergei’s gaze on the action.

“Never worry. I can always rise to the occasion.” Sergei promised. “When you tell me that you want to remember the shape of my cock inside of you?” Sergei closed his eyes and shuddered. A flush coloured his cheeks and when he opened his eyes again, they were wild. “I would be an idiot to refuse you. A damn fool.” Sergei promised. Brent felt his lips tug up in a foolish smile of his own.

“Thank god. I was worried I was going to have to jerk off alone.” Brent joked and Sergei’s eyes narrowed.

“What did we discuss about that?” Sergei asked, his hand pushing Brent’s hips forward again. Brent let out a choked gasp as Sergei spoke. “Never alone again, Brent. Never.” Sergei hesitated, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wild before he spoke. “Your mine, Brent Jameson.” Sergei told him.

Brent stared at him, blank as his whole body flushed with heat. Holy hell that was hot.

Brent leaned in, pressing a kiss against those pretty and full lips of his.

“And you’re mine, Sergei Volkov.” Brent warned. Sergei’s expression lightened.

“Good.”