So just pull the trigger.

33. Have you been a good boy?

It was freezing, Chris lifted his collar and rubbed his hands together trying to warm himself up. Their breathing steamed in the small car. The darkness had already fallen although it was only four in the afternoon. 

They waited and observed. Chris looked at the house in the distance, where Joni would be staying with that Russian. It was an old, wooden two-story building. There was a dilapidated barn next to it. A barn that, judging by the state of it, didn't keep any animals anymore.

The car was parked at a proper distance where it wouldn't be well spotted from the road or the yard. The darkness worked to their benefit. They had already been there for an hour or so walking and studying the grounds.

Their plans depended on how Joni would react to the following events. One plan was to act if Joni decided to go jogging alone which he had done often when they had been together. Especially under pressure and stress, it was his way to deal with it. It would be their easiest opportunity, but they had backup plans as well, all they needed now was patience.

Finally, they heard a car approaching. Aki straightened in his seat. "That's Ivo's car," Aki said. They watched as the car parked in front of the house and Aki handed binoculars to him. Chris held his breath, he saw Joni stepping out of the car and his heartbeat speeded up; it had been too long since they had last seen each other and Chis yearned to get closer, longed to be able to touch him.

Others had stepped out as well, taking luggage from the trunk. Misha got close to Joni, touched his shoulder, and planted a light kiss on his cheek before whispering something to his ear. Chris felt a sharp stab of jealousy that spread like poison through his body.

The group moved to the house and Chris lowered the binoculars, swallowing heavily. His chest tightened and his hand trembled slightly. They were so close, and though he still recognized the madness they were about to venture into, he had now seen Joni, and the last bit of his reasoning was beginning to fade.

Aki had taken the binoculars and observed the house in turn. "Now we'll just wait for the right opportunity," He spoke. "But I don't think we'll get that today. Let's come back tomorrow and observe the situation."

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Joni stirred awake when Misha crawled onto the narrow bed next to him. "Good morning, is there any room for me here?" Misha whispered, kissing his earlobe. Joni smiled, moved a little further back towards the wall, and raised the blanket to share it with his partner. "Did you get any sleep?" Misha asked, kissing his neck while moving his hand softly down his back.

The loud snoring from the other side of the room made Joni chuckle quietly. "Despite the circumstances..." He whispered and looked into Misha's eyes with a small smile on his lips. He moved his hand softly on Misha's side.

"I think Ivo took a couple of vodka shots too many," Misha admitted." I wonder if Jami is sleeping?" 

Joni brought his head up trying to peak towards the other bed where Jami slept.  "At least it looks like he is," he grinned. Misha's hand started caressing his buttocks more boldly and Joni had to bite down on his lip not to make a sound. He could feel Misha's erection against his thigh, feeling how passionately Misha would have loved to take it further, had there been no one else in the room.

They had arrived the previous afternoon and settled in the same bedroom with Ivo and Jami since the other spare bedroom upstairs had been used as a storage room for quite some time. Misha and Ivo had offered to sleep on the floor while Joni and Jami got the beds.

The previous evening the next-door neighbor; an elderly man with his divorced, middle-aged son had come for a visit. They had brought a bottle of vodka with them, which had tempted Ivo to drink more than he perhaps should have. And Misha's grandmother wasn't either the one to spit in her glass, so to speak.