Rusame Short Story

Chapter 2

Russia sat up, a sudden heat-flash from his flustered thinking taking over. He first removed his well-known ushanka, gently setting it down a coffee table. He ran his hand through his short yet semi-messy hair, try his best to cool down. Not being able to cool down fast enough he, without thinking, removed his shirt and tossed it next to him on the couch. Leaning back, the coolness of the couch against his skin satisfied him enough to go back to relaxing, toning back into the noise of running water.

America turned off the water, letting his soaked hair fall in front, water running down his face. He debated on leaving the warmth of the shower, but knew he couldn't leave Russia alone for too long, not wanting to be made fun of for taking long showers mainly. He took a step out and grabbed his towel, stuffing his face into the dry object to get the excess water off his face. Then lazily wrapped it around his waist and looked at the fogged-up mirror. He wiped away the steam from the mirror in a small circle shape, messing with his hair that was still damp.

With a slight movement of his hand, he accidentally knocked over a half-empty soap bottle. He gave a childish huff and picked it back up, going back to messing with his hair.

Russia on the other hand heard something hit the floor and thought that America had fallen. Concerned he headed toward America's room. He knocked on the door but did not receive an answer. He hesitated before he opened the door and walked in. He looked around before seeing another door off to his right. It was closed but light was coming from underneath. He walked near it and raie his hand to knock when he heard America's childish huff he knew all too well. He backed off with a relieved sigh. He turned away from the door, ready to go back to the living room, when his eyes caught something. He looked over toward a nightstand and notice that America's 'shades', as he called them, were sitting there.

America finally stopped messing around with his hair and headed out the bathroom. He didn't take notice of Russia in the room, instead, he focused on how cold he was now because of the temperature change, typical. He walked over to the bench where his clothes were and stopped. He brushed his hair back with his hand when he felt a pair of arms snake their way around his waist, being pulled back against someone. When he looked to see who it was, a tent of pink began to grow onto his face.

Russia studied the slightly shorter country that now seemed to be flustered. He gazed into his eyes, which cause him to become awestruck. America's eyes were a sparkling blue, that at first seem to be a bright blue, but on a closer look faded to a small tent of indigo.

America as well noticed the missing hat that Russia wears, he took notice of how his hair seemed neat yet messy at the same time, also noting that it made him look cute. Next, he noticed that the Russian was also shirtless, allowing him to get a slight look at the muscular tone. He admired Russia a lot, but now he wanted him. Realizing what thought just crossed his mind the pink tent turned a deeper shade. He looked away from Russia's eyes but didn't try to escape his grasp.

Russia on the other hand wasn't done with playing around just yet. He kept one arm wrapped around Ameria's waist and moved his other down the side of America's leg. In response, America gave a small catch in-breath and a shiver.

America was stunned by the sudden action but was overcame by a desire he usually went against. His heart raced and he wondered if it was possible to die from a heart attack right now. He was given no time to ponder on things when a felt Russia's hand brush past his inner thigh. He held his breath, not wanting to give the taller country any ideas.

Russia however, knew what he was doing and debated on whether he should keep teasing. He brushed by America's thigh one more time before leaning down slightly, breathing lightly down his neck. Finally, America, unable to keep quiet much longer, let out a small whimper. Russia turns him around, surprised he didn't resist. He lifts America's head, locking eyes once more. This time, however, he saw something new in those eyes, something he didn't expect.

"Well, someone seems to be enjoying this," Russia spoke seductively, his accent seeming thicker than before.

America's face was a deep shade now but ignored this factor. He was focused more so now with his new 'problem' which Russia caused.

Russia was fast to notice the lust in America's eyes. He gave a sly smirk before once more moving his free hand down America's thigh, carefully studying his expression. As soon as he reached past his waist, he took notice of America's sudden twitch. Without hesitation, he brushed past America's thigh slowly and teasingly, taking note of the erection.

America felt a sudden shiver up his spine and let out a low moan. Russia, satisfied by his little session, was done playing games now. Before he knew it America was pinned against the wall with a lustful Russian staring down at him. Russia lifted America's head up slightly once more, then, without hesitation, passionately kissed him. America, finally giving in to his own desire, kissed back. Russia gently bit at America's lower lip, asking for entry. America did not stall to oblige, moaning into the deepened kiss.

America, letting his own lust take over, tugged slightly at Russia's belt. Breaking the kiss, a string of saliva connecting them, Russia guided them to the bed, both stripping down in the process, America just abandoning the towel. America took a glance at the now nude country before him, a deep tent of red quickly came across his face from what he saw. His first thought that crossed his mind was that he was going to be sore for weeks after this, but his desire overthrew that.

Being pinned down on the bed, America let out small moans as Russia left small love bites from his neck down to his chest. Shortly, Russia was done with his marking and moved on to his main motive.

"Is this your first time Ame?" The lustful Russian questioned.

"Y-yes," he stuttered over his words, nervous of what was to come.

Russia gave a small hum to himself and ran his hand down America's body. He backed up a little and spotted a bottle of lube on top of the dresser. Walking over he picked up the bottle and came back to the bed. Putting some in his hand he lubed his fingers and sat the bottle on the floor. He gave America a nod and began to prep him. First inserting one finger, a twitch, and quiet moan from America. Then another and another, America's breathing had picked up by the third. Russia finished his prepping and pulled America toward him slightly.

Russia lined up, and gave one more look to America, making sure he wanted to go through. America gave a nod with lust pleading eyes. Russia slowly entered, in response America gasped and gripped the sheets. Soon he was fully in and slowly began to move. Each movement sped up, turning into slight thrusts. America's moans grew louder with each thrust and were full of lust. Russia began to give more powerful thrusts, hitting America's prostate each time. Below him, America was a moaning mess, full of pleasure. With a final thrust, Russia pulled out and met his climax, followed by America's.

They stayed put for a few minutes, catching their breaths before Russia entered the bathroom and turned on the bath. America, meanwhile, panted and attempted to continue to catch his breath, his mind in a haze. Russia came back and gently picked up the dazed American, bringing him to the bath. He stepped in and sat down with America leaning against him. Slowly America's chest began to rise and fall at a normal rate, calming down finally. Russia messed with America's hair, occasionally kissing his neck. America rested his head against Russia's chest, gazing up at Russia's eyes through his own half-closed.

"I love you Ruski." He managed to finally say before falling asleep.

"I love you too Ame." Russia kissed his forehead, watching the rise and fall of the now sleeping American.