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Any mission in the States usually meant going out for drinks with some old friend, Laswell most of the times, the relief of a mission that went well and the good company was the one and only acceptable reason for staying more than necessary in a place.
This night, though, Price was alone.
Laswell had a wife at home waiting for her and he had seen his team way too much in the last few months to go out with them on his free night.
Maybe, without the menacing shadow of Ghost, the boyish charm of Gaz or the boisterous laugh of Soap, he could find someone to spend the night. Get himself distracted more than five minutes.
The bar was also perfect. If anyone was in that shithole a friday night were for three reasons, because they knew the place and probably felt bad for it, because they were looking for trouble or because they needed an escape for the night, just like Price. And there was a man, handsome and attractive, who clearly belonged in the third category.
Tired, drunk and looking for sexual release. Honestly, John didn't need to say anything, not one word, to convince the stranger to get out of there to the motel at the other side of the street.
And maybe John was just as desperate as the stranger. Arriving to the motel and asking for a room was forgotten as soon as they entered, John using his hands to take off the stranger's clothes and his mouth to bite his lips.
"What a shitty place you found us," was the first thing the stranger said, his breath quick and jagged, and his voice rapier than he expected. His drunk smile was a mirror of Price's, probably.
"You weren't that picky at the bar," the stranger blushed, his beard covering half his face but not his neck and ears. This was going to be fun if he could get the other man that easily flustered.
Taking his shirt off, Price noticed the necklace, a beautiful star of David shining right in the middle of the stranger's hairy, board chest. "Surprised?"
"I don't give a fuck."
"Then keep moving." Price would never, not even in his deathbed, admit how much being ordered around by this stranger aroused him. That was a secret that would die with him.
"Bossy," he whispered, smirking and taking the back of his thighs on his hands.
"What are you– Oh God!" The stranger's arms flew to his neck, avoiding falling when Price just carried him to the bed without breaking in sweat. "What the fuck?"
Price let out a soft chuckle, the stranger was still clinging to his neck with his bared arms and to his waist with his clothed legs. He could hear his incredulous laugh right next to his ear and feel it where their chest were touching. "Surprised?"
"Yeah," he was still laughing, but now untangling himself and looking at Price right face to face, their noses almost touching. He just noticed his eyes were brown. "A little surprised, yeah."
Before he could react, the other man was rolling down Price's pants, his cold and callous hands caressing the skin of his waist and playing with his happy trail. Without breaking eye contact, he kneeled between Price and the bed, his intentions clear.
"Like what you see?" The whisper was enough to make his dick react, hardening right in front of the stranger's face. "I'll take that as a yes, then."
Price's whole body shuddered when one cold hand finally touched the head of his dick, the small and almost insignificant gesture weakening his legs. "Fuck."
The hand moved through his length at an agonizingly slow pace, while the other one played with his balls. "Quite sensitive, aren't you?" The smile still present when he stuck out his tongue and brushed it against Price's length.
He stayed like that for what felt like a eternity for Price, lazy strokes and movements torturing him. Involuntary, he pushed his hips, desperate for friction, just to be met with a soft laugh. "Glad you're enjoying this."
"If you want more," he pushed the tip into his mouth, abusing it with his tongue for a few seconds and then leaving it with an obscene pop, a line of spit connecting that mouth to Price's dick, "you'll have to make me."
And Price just forgot about everything else.
He took the stranger's jaw and made him open his mouth with his fingers, ignoring how he'd probably leave bruises in that pretty face, his other hand aligned his dick right in front. "Show me what that dirty mouth of yours can do," and pushed.
The hands now on his thighs would probably leave bruises, he hoped there'd be more than those on both of their bodies. He felt the teeth, the lips and the tongue on his dick, he saw the teary eyes, he heard the gagged breaths and the slap of skin against skin. His hips were moving by their own rhythm now, and the orgasm was inevitable with such a lovely picture in front of him. But he couldn't be so selfish.
"I'm coming, fuck." He tried to stop the movement, be a little courteous and not spilling over the other man, but the hands on his hips made him keep it. The beautiful, teary brown eyes pleading him. "You wanna swallow it?"
A simple nod was all he needed to finish the job, his release making the man cough and laugh, not without swallowing most of it first. Price saw, his hand working the aftershocks of his dick, how the stranger licked and cleaned the cum off his face, his eyes still fixated on his.
"Well, aren't you the prettiest thing right now?" The embarrassed laugh and the blush spreading through his chest were answer enough to make him want to go another round.
"That was…," he sat on the floor, stretching his legs and leaning his head on the bed, his eyes bright and focused completely on Price, "… exhilarating."
They just observed each other. Price finally noticing what his drunk and desperate mind didn't catch earlier in the bar, tall, hairy, some white hair, without defined muscles, firm hands, great mouth, but he also noticed the tension on his shoulders, the bags under his eyes, and the pallor of his skin.
Without words he helped him into the bed, making him lay down and biting all his way to his pants. "You've got a condom?" He felt the shiver of the body under him as if it was his own.
"Yes- yeah, right here," he looked into his left front pocket, giving Price the condom and yanking desperately his pants out of the way, while trying not to hit Price who was still on top of him. "Please."
"Oh," Price smiled, his hand rubbing lazily the cock. He wasn't expecting a plea. "You want me to fuck you?"
That embarrassed laugh again, Price was starting to really like it. "Unless you want me to fuck you."
"I wouldn't mind having you inside me," even if he'd rather be the one doing the fucking, "you have no idea how exhilarating that'd be, do you, pretty boy?" The cock in his hand twitched under the nickname.
"I think pretty boy would prefer to be fucked, thanks," Price laughed, a real and unexpected sound at the absurdity of the situation and the use of third person.
"Here we go," he stopped the movements on the cock, getting a whiny moan out of the other man. "Relax," he pushed, gently, three of his fingers inside the exceptional mouth and they were involved by the tongue and sucked almost immediately. With his other hand, his thumb covered by his own spit, he started playing with the entry.
He stood there, the movements of his fingers unconscious and his mind focused entirely on the man under him. He didn't even knew his name, he didn't know anything.
A soft bite on his fingers brought him back to reality, the stranger was looking at him with a desperation Price had only see in dying men, the kind of men that knew there was nothing else to do, but even then looked for anything to cling to life.
He retired his hand, soaked and ready to open any hole, and introduced the first finger, softly, feeling the tightness and warm around it. He moved a little, trying to make space for another one.
"Keep going," the stranger was panting already, his hands gripping the sheets under him.
"I wouldn't like to hurt you," he whispered in his ear, maybe trying to distract him and enjoy the moment, but those brown eyes were pleading for more. "Alright, alright. Just tell me if it gets unbearable or uncomfortable."
"Yeah, okay." He added another finger, making the man under him hiss and moan. "Fuck."
"Talk to me."
"Feels great."
"You ok?"
"More than ok," the man laughed softly, one of his hands catching Price's shoulder to move his hips experimentally, "feels better than I remembered."
As he suspected, it wasn't his first time, but it didn't mean Price couldn't be the best one. "Ready for another one?"
"Yea- yeah, c'mon," Price scissored the two fingers already in for a while and then added the third one. Keeping his wrist thrusting and his fingers playing.
"Enjoying yourself?" He asked just to be a little shit, but the man's hips thrusting on his fingers was actually making him hard again. "Bloody hell."
"I need more than just your fingers inside me. Now." And Price wasn't one to say no at that tone and those eyes.
He put the condom on his hardening dick, the view of the clenching hole making him lose his shit once again. He laughed hearing the gasp and feeling the nails on his shoulder, that would definitely leave a mark if it wasn't for his shirt still on.
"You're tight," talking was an effort, and not just for him. Both of the hands of the stranger were now on his neck, caressing his jaw with just enough force to keep them both grounded.
"I don't need soft, alright?" His eyes were still teary, maybe their permanent state at this point, but the order was clear, and John didn't become a Captain by being bad at following orders.
His hips moved in circles first, just because he could, and then he started thrusting, his hands moving to catch the man under him by the hipbone with unnecessary force. He never said he wasn't a possessive son of a bitch.
"Oh God," the hands on his neck drawing blood just under his left ear and the soft and incoherent sounds drove him to an uncoordinated rythme, wild and frenetic.
He had no name to shout.
"Don't touch it," he grunted, and took the hand trying to get to the abandoned cock between them. "You won't need to touch it."
"Please, just let me–" he moaned, the sound loud and catching both of their attention. Price found the exact point then.
"I'll make you come without touching your dick," he leaned to whisper in his ear, his smirk widening when the man turned to look at him surprised and clearly interested, "would you like that?"
He nodded desperate, "please."
The atrocities Price would commit if this man kept pleading to him like that.
He put the man's knees over his shoulders, flexing him at the right angle to hit that sweet spot everytime he thrusted. And just to make the experience all more especial, he kept kissing the thighs and whispering sweet nonsense.
In no time they both were cumming synchronized. Their breathing becoming one and their pantings the only sound in the room.
"That was good," murmured the man, finally getting ahold of his breathing. The blush on his face, Price knew, was embarrassment. "Yeah, that was great."
"Better than great, if you ask me," he slid out, the lost of warm making itself known instantly. Leaving for the bathroom, he tossed the condom on the trash can and cleaned himself with a wet towel. He ruined the t-shirt by no taking it off. "You awake?"
He got to the bed. The stranger had an arm over his face, hiding his eyes, his abdomen and chest were covered in his own release. With the wet towel, Price cleaned it the best he could, "thanks."
They fall asleep watching each other. By the time Price wakes up, there's no stranger, just a phone number with no name but a simple message: "'til next time."