Fic: Spies Do It Better 6 of 25
Title: Spies Do It Better
Authors: rufferto and kitty_trio
Fandom: Bourne Supremacy
Characters: Jason Bourne/Kirill
Prompt: #4 Dancing
Word Count: 1762
Series Rating: NC-17, Slash
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! Never happened. All lies from troubled minds. We do not own Jason, Kirill or any characters from the Bourne universe. Other characters are figments of vivid imaginations, any similarity to persons real or fictitious is merely incidental. No money made from this fantasy.
Author's Notes: Two young guns in spy school will not only learn to become lovers and assassins, but 'do it' against a backdrop of fluffy snags along the way.
This came from Karl’s comments about a running joke on the set that Kirill shot Jason’s girlfriend in Goa because the two had a ‘thing’ whilst in spy school together. Written for the 25fluffyfics Challenge.
Click button for our Fluffy Table:
Banner manip as always, made lovingly by rufferto
Prompt 4: Dancing
Jason moves to the music, looking for all the world like he is completely in tune with the beat. One hip sways to the right, and the other to the left. His feet shuffle with his body in perfect harmony. The white button down shirt he's wearing is half open, showing the fact that he's not wearing an undershirt. Perfectly snug black jeans are tightened with a lose belt that just rests casually on his hips. He smiles, eyes meeting a sexy brunette in a tank top.
Eyes glittering with an inner fire, Kirill watches. It’s supposed to be an easy assignment. Baby-sit the target for a few days, no problem. The spoiled brat wanted to go out dancing. At the largest, noisiest most crowded club in the city. Her regular guards are at the table next to her as usual. Kirill and Bourne plus a couple other recruits are additional ‘hidden’ protection. The dark Russian brushes back his unbound hair and glances down at his attire.
Snug black leather encases his lean hips and muscular legs. Surprisingly the trousers are not confining, they are cut in such a way to hide all manner of weapons and communication devices. A sigh slips past his lips, because there definitely isn’t a way to hide anything on his upper body. A black mesh top of some elasticized fabric clings like a second skin.
Jason has to admit, he likes this assignment. Glancing over his shoulder he catches Kirill shift from one shadow to another shadow and he can’t help but notice how good his lover looks. He looks to their target and then shifts his gaze around the bar briefly to see if there were any potential kidnappers. Personally, he thinks its all worry over nothing. There was bigger fish for criminals to fry. The spoilt little girl was only a training opportunity,
There were other opportunities to be had, he decided. The brunette cheekily ran her hand down his chest. “You look hot, why don’t you come have a drink with me hmmm?”
“The night is for dancing.” Jason replies, twirling her around. What he’d really like is to be dancing with Kirill. Behind him he feels someone ‘bump’ into him.
The man grins and winks at him, then goes back to dancing with his partner.
Mineral water freezing mid-way to his mouth, Kirill glares from his corner. That’s three times the muscular man has brushed against Bourne. Each brush, bolder than the last. He can hear the slight slur in Jason’s voice as he responds to his dance partner’s proposition. Wanting to rip her from Bourne’s arms, Kirill instead reports in the next ‘all clear’ to the watchers outside.
Jason can’t help but feel Kirill’s eyes on him and that pleases him a great deal.
He thinks it’s because of the girl and decides to up the stakes a little. He rests his hands on her sides, adding a sensual touch to their movements. This of course excites the young woman and she presses herself up against Bourne. “God you’re so muscular.” She breathes and her fingers feel Jason’s shoulders eagerly. “Not as tall as I usually like, but you make up for it in so many other ways.”
“Lady, you have no idea.” Jason’s eyes hold the woman’s intently, or at least appear to. In reality, he’s still paying attention to the people around them.
“Why don’t you show me?” Her hand hooks into his belt boldly.
Kirill tears his eyes from Jason’s swaying hips with effort. Their corner of the large club is secure as it has been. The target is dancing with her girlfriends, all three revealing more and more skin as their alcohol intake escalates. A small crowd of leering men and women is forming, at least two of which are other agents. The music shifts to a techno beat that seems to throb in time to his heart and blood. Moving to a vantage point where he can see both Bourne and the target, Kirill takes a long swallow of his drink with a toss of his head.
The girl’s hands dip farther down Jason’s pants and surprise him by coming into contact with his cock. He jumps back, only to fall against the man that had been hitting on him. The blonde German turns to steady him while the girl presses forward, still intent in her quest.
No one seems to notice.
“Uhm…” Jason tries to adjust himself only to feel the girl pressed closer against him and her hand definitely down his pants.
In the middle of the crowded dance floor, no one is looking. Except for the man behind him and the woman in front of him. It’s now obvious that they know each other.
“Why don’t you come with us?” The man purrs into Jason’s ear. “We’ll show you a really good time.”
The press of people partially blocks Kirill’s view, and he frowns when all he hears from Bourne is a tiny static sound, like he’s closely brushing against something. Moving with quick stealth, the tall dark youth flows through the crowd. The boy better be deliberately trying to break his concentration, because if he was as inebriated as he sounds…
The thought ends there when a pair of men before him part from a passionate kiss. Kirill can now see both the girl and the man with their hands and bodies all over his lover. Biting back a growl, the Russian approaches from behind.
“Pardon,” the bottle of water appears between the tall blond and Jason, “Here’s your water Love.” Letting the desire for Jason show on his face, Kirill arches a brow. “New playthings already?” his voice an accented purr, a moue of displeasure is flashed as he extracts the girl’s hands and spins Bourne into his arms before the couple knows what is happening. “We cannot have that, yes?” He tightens his hold, pressing their lips together and spins them deeper into the crowd.
Jason's surprise at the kiss is deepened by the feel of Kirill's hands at his hips, pulling him away from his partners. He knows they can't say anything to each other because other agents are listening in. The smaller man looks up at his lover with a smile. "Well, now that you've deprived me, you'd better be a good substitute." He laughs, pretending to be drunk.
A feral glint in his eye, Kirill knows Bourne is acting. There was no taste of liquor on his lover’s tongue. The music changes again, a salsa beat, and the Brazilian crowd shifts and swells. Little pockets appear where couples are dancing ‘in style’, other pairs and groups continue to bump and grind to the sensual beat. The word in the agent’s ear is the target and friends are in the bathroom ably guarded by both visible and hidden women. If anything like prior visits, the girls will primp for quite a while.
Letting the music flow over him, the tall man aligns their groins, hips shift and sway to the heady beat.
Jason rests his arms on Kirill's shoulders, letting them balance nicely as he plays with his lover's hair. His gaze meets Kirill's bold and sure. Heat tingles his frame as he can sense the feeling simply oozing from his lover. He feels a thrill in his spine at the satisfied expression in the taller man's eyes. "I'm too good of an actor." Jason winks at his lover playfully, enticing more of a reaction. God it felt good to be this close to him in a crowded room. The heat and beat rising around them. He pulls Kirill's hands up so that they touch as they work at the steps to the salsa dance, pulling apart and forward to the time of the music. He was half expecting the Russian to back out, not knowing if he could dance.
The steps may be unfamiliar, but the music seems to be connected to every sinew of Kirill’s body. His shaft stirs each time it brushes against Jason’s. Watching Bourne’s face more than their feet, he lets the music and his lover control his movements.
Both men are trained enough to spot anything out of the ordinary, this moment out of time will only be seen as stepping into character to extract the young blond from the dancers earlier.
Jason has never felt so alive before, watching Kirill move and feeling him so close. His eyes never leave his lover's, their hands and bodies moving to the music. He just knows that he's not going to be on top when they get to the inn, and that makes it all the more thrilling. When Kirill's mood gets like this, it means only one thing: that he's going to be very sore in the morning. Not that he minds. If only they could kiss each other whenever they wanted to. Jason sighs inwardly, eyes fluttering down as the song starts to end.
From his earlier work, Kirill knew every angle of the club. He’s been steadily maneuvering them to the darkest corner. Gods, the boy stirs his blood quicker than lightning. He can’t fuck him until the girls are tucked in their bed and the next shift takes over. But the kissing this man has taught him, that he can do.
One more turn and they are behind a dark pillar. Shoving the shorter boy against the cool steel Kirill presses his heated body to Bourne’s front. “This, you make this happen,” he growls and lowers his head.
Jason squeaks, feeling the pressure of Kirill's body against him. His legs easily part around the other man's as his hands slide down the Russian’s back. The fervent kiss is leaving him more than a little breathless. He opens his mouth letting Kirill dominate and mesh their tongues together. God, the sensations were almost overwhelming. He wants his lover so badly, wants him with every pore of his being.
Kirill finally lifts his head to stare with passion glazed eyes into Jason’s. Hand still on the boy’s shoulders, he steps back enough to put a tiny bit of space between them. “Yes, that’s it.” Not able to elaborate more about how Jason’s teasing reduces the taller youth to base need, Kirill backs again. New instructions are coming in. The target and friends are tired and ready to go home.
Jason doesn't let him back away yet. "Kirill." He whispers. "You're a great dancer." With a very wide grin, he smacks Kirill on the ass.
Authors: rufferto and kitty_trio
Fandom: Bourne Supremacy
Characters: Jason Bourne/Kirill
Prompt: #4 Dancing
Word Count: 1762
Series Rating: NC-17, Slash
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! Never happened. All lies from troubled minds. We do not own Jason, Kirill or any characters from the Bourne universe. Other characters are figments of vivid imaginations, any similarity to persons real or fictitious is merely incidental. No money made from this fantasy.
Author's Notes: Two young guns in spy school will not only learn to become lovers and assassins, but 'do it' against a backdrop of fluffy snags along the way.
This came from Karl’s comments about a running joke on the set that Kirill shot Jason’s girlfriend in Goa because the two had a ‘thing’ whilst in spy school together. Written for the 25fluffyfics Challenge.
Click button for our Fluffy Table:
Banner manip as always, made lovingly by rufferto
Prompt 4: Dancing
Jason moves to the music, looking for all the world like he is completely in tune with the beat. One hip sways to the right, and the other to the left. His feet shuffle with his body in perfect harmony. The white button down shirt he's wearing is half open, showing the fact that he's not wearing an undershirt. Perfectly snug black jeans are tightened with a lose belt that just rests casually on his hips. He smiles, eyes meeting a sexy brunette in a tank top.
Eyes glittering with an inner fire, Kirill watches. It’s supposed to be an easy assignment. Baby-sit the target for a few days, no problem. The spoiled brat wanted to go out dancing. At the largest, noisiest most crowded club in the city. Her regular guards are at the table next to her as usual. Kirill and Bourne plus a couple other recruits are additional ‘hidden’ protection. The dark Russian brushes back his unbound hair and glances down at his attire.
Snug black leather encases his lean hips and muscular legs. Surprisingly the trousers are not confining, they are cut in such a way to hide all manner of weapons and communication devices. A sigh slips past his lips, because there definitely isn’t a way to hide anything on his upper body. A black mesh top of some elasticized fabric clings like a second skin.
Jason has to admit, he likes this assignment. Glancing over his shoulder he catches Kirill shift from one shadow to another shadow and he can’t help but notice how good his lover looks. He looks to their target and then shifts his gaze around the bar briefly to see if there were any potential kidnappers. Personally, he thinks its all worry over nothing. There was bigger fish for criminals to fry. The spoilt little girl was only a training opportunity,
There were other opportunities to be had, he decided. The brunette cheekily ran her hand down his chest. “You look hot, why don’t you come have a drink with me hmmm?”
“The night is for dancing.” Jason replies, twirling her around. What he’d really like is to be dancing with Kirill. Behind him he feels someone ‘bump’ into him.
The man grins and winks at him, then goes back to dancing with his partner.
Mineral water freezing mid-way to his mouth, Kirill glares from his corner. That’s three times the muscular man has brushed against Bourne. Each brush, bolder than the last. He can hear the slight slur in Jason’s voice as he responds to his dance partner’s proposition. Wanting to rip her from Bourne’s arms, Kirill instead reports in the next ‘all clear’ to the watchers outside.
Jason can’t help but feel Kirill’s eyes on him and that pleases him a great deal.
He thinks it’s because of the girl and decides to up the stakes a little. He rests his hands on her sides, adding a sensual touch to their movements. This of course excites the young woman and she presses herself up against Bourne. “God you’re so muscular.” She breathes and her fingers feel Jason’s shoulders eagerly. “Not as tall as I usually like, but you make up for it in so many other ways.”
“Lady, you have no idea.” Jason’s eyes hold the woman’s intently, or at least appear to. In reality, he’s still paying attention to the people around them.
“Why don’t you show me?” Her hand hooks into his belt boldly.
Kirill tears his eyes from Jason’s swaying hips with effort. Their corner of the large club is secure as it has been. The target is dancing with her girlfriends, all three revealing more and more skin as their alcohol intake escalates. A small crowd of leering men and women is forming, at least two of which are other agents. The music shifts to a techno beat that seems to throb in time to his heart and blood. Moving to a vantage point where he can see both Bourne and the target, Kirill takes a long swallow of his drink with a toss of his head.
The girl’s hands dip farther down Jason’s pants and surprise him by coming into contact with his cock. He jumps back, only to fall against the man that had been hitting on him. The blonde German turns to steady him while the girl presses forward, still intent in her quest.
No one seems to notice.
“Uhm…” Jason tries to adjust himself only to feel the girl pressed closer against him and her hand definitely down his pants.
In the middle of the crowded dance floor, no one is looking. Except for the man behind him and the woman in front of him. It’s now obvious that they know each other.
“Why don’t you come with us?” The man purrs into Jason’s ear. “We’ll show you a really good time.”
The press of people partially blocks Kirill’s view, and he frowns when all he hears from Bourne is a tiny static sound, like he’s closely brushing against something. Moving with quick stealth, the tall dark youth flows through the crowd. The boy better be deliberately trying to break his concentration, because if he was as inebriated as he sounds…
The thought ends there when a pair of men before him part from a passionate kiss. Kirill can now see both the girl and the man with their hands and bodies all over his lover. Biting back a growl, the Russian approaches from behind.
“Pardon,” the bottle of water appears between the tall blond and Jason, “Here’s your water Love.” Letting the desire for Jason show on his face, Kirill arches a brow. “New playthings already?” his voice an accented purr, a moue of displeasure is flashed as he extracts the girl’s hands and spins Bourne into his arms before the couple knows what is happening. “We cannot have that, yes?” He tightens his hold, pressing their lips together and spins them deeper into the crowd.
Jason's surprise at the kiss is deepened by the feel of Kirill's hands at his hips, pulling him away from his partners. He knows they can't say anything to each other because other agents are listening in. The smaller man looks up at his lover with a smile. "Well, now that you've deprived me, you'd better be a good substitute." He laughs, pretending to be drunk.
A feral glint in his eye, Kirill knows Bourne is acting. There was no taste of liquor on his lover’s tongue. The music changes again, a salsa beat, and the Brazilian crowd shifts and swells. Little pockets appear where couples are dancing ‘in style’, other pairs and groups continue to bump and grind to the sensual beat. The word in the agent’s ear is the target and friends are in the bathroom ably guarded by both visible and hidden women. If anything like prior visits, the girls will primp for quite a while.
Letting the music flow over him, the tall man aligns their groins, hips shift and sway to the heady beat.
Jason rests his arms on Kirill's shoulders, letting them balance nicely as he plays with his lover's hair. His gaze meets Kirill's bold and sure. Heat tingles his frame as he can sense the feeling simply oozing from his lover. He feels a thrill in his spine at the satisfied expression in the taller man's eyes. "I'm too good of an actor." Jason winks at his lover playfully, enticing more of a reaction. God it felt good to be this close to him in a crowded room. The heat and beat rising around them. He pulls Kirill's hands up so that they touch as they work at the steps to the salsa dance, pulling apart and forward to the time of the music. He was half expecting the Russian to back out, not knowing if he could dance.
The steps may be unfamiliar, but the music seems to be connected to every sinew of Kirill’s body. His shaft stirs each time it brushes against Jason’s. Watching Bourne’s face more than their feet, he lets the music and his lover control his movements.
Both men are trained enough to spot anything out of the ordinary, this moment out of time will only be seen as stepping into character to extract the young blond from the dancers earlier.
Jason has never felt so alive before, watching Kirill move and feeling him so close. His eyes never leave his lover's, their hands and bodies moving to the music. He just knows that he's not going to be on top when they get to the inn, and that makes it all the more thrilling. When Kirill's mood gets like this, it means only one thing: that he's going to be very sore in the morning. Not that he minds. If only they could kiss each other whenever they wanted to. Jason sighs inwardly, eyes fluttering down as the song starts to end.
From his earlier work, Kirill knew every angle of the club. He’s been steadily maneuvering them to the darkest corner. Gods, the boy stirs his blood quicker than lightning. He can’t fuck him until the girls are tucked in their bed and the next shift takes over. But the kissing this man has taught him, that he can do.
One more turn and they are behind a dark pillar. Shoving the shorter boy against the cool steel Kirill presses his heated body to Bourne’s front. “This, you make this happen,” he growls and lowers his head.
Jason squeaks, feeling the pressure of Kirill's body against him. His legs easily part around the other man's as his hands slide down the Russian’s back. The fervent kiss is leaving him more than a little breathless. He opens his mouth letting Kirill dominate and mesh their tongues together. God, the sensations were almost overwhelming. He wants his lover so badly, wants him with every pore of his being.
Kirill finally lifts his head to stare with passion glazed eyes into Jason’s. Hand still on the boy’s shoulders, he steps back enough to put a tiny bit of space between them. “Yes, that’s it.” Not able to elaborate more about how Jason’s teasing reduces the taller youth to base need, Kirill backs again. New instructions are coming in. The target and friends are tired and ready to go home.
Jason doesn't let him back away yet. "Kirill." He whispers. "You're a great dancer." With a very wide grin, he smacks Kirill on the ass.