Operation Leap of Faith

Chapter 11

Present day - USA, Minnesota

At some point, he supposed it would finally sink in, but for now, the idea still had an unreal quality when Kapkan thought about it: he had sex with his teammate. With Glaz. And it had been so fucking good .

After getting cleaned up, Glaz had dragged them back to bed. The sniper had one knee settled in between both of Kapkan's, his hand stroking slow circles over Kapkan's naked side, head tucked beneath the hunter's chin. This was everything Kapkan had always been too afraid to even dream about, and now that it was real he didn't know what to do. Was this a one-time thing, something they could blame on the vodka and the stress and then forget it ever happened? Glaz had mentioned a next time, and although that had been in the heat of the moment, Kapkan realised he actually wanted that so very much. It was mildly terrifying too.

Throwing all his second guessing to the back of his mind, he put his arm around Glaz, thumb stroking the soft skin of the sniper's hips. The happy sound Glaz made was enough to melt away any lingering doubts, and his heart.

"Keep this up, and I can't promise I won't go for a second round," Glaz told him, his voice heated enough for the warning to be believable.

"Hmm, this ?" Kapkan pressed harder against Glaz's skin, making sure he would feel it, his thumb going further on its path than before and closer to the groin.

As all answer, Glaz buried his face on Kapkan's neck to kiss and suck at it, leaving Kapkan increasingly flustered. If Glaz hadn't known before this was his weak spot, he definitely knew now. The loud buzzing from one of their phones popped their little world like it was a soap bubble. Glaz ignored it in favour to keep kissing Kapkan's neck, but whoever was calling was insistent. Eventually, the sniper groaned in defeat and went to check whose phone was ringing. Unsurprisingly, it was his.

Kapkan watched from the bed how Glaz rummaged through the pile of clothes on the floor until he picked up his phone. The conversation itself was quick and rather one-sided, with him just grunting his assent twice, then muttering a "Yeah, okay." before finishing the call. He looked troubled, a frown crossing his face as he stared at the phone's screen.

"Bad news?" Kapkan asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Work," Glaz answered, putting on his underwear. "Damien said we have to meet with a friend of Shrike, or an informant, or something like that. He wasn't very coherent."

The little growl Kapkan made when he heard Damien's name must have been louder than intended since Glaz stopped dressing to look at him. Once he finished getting dressed, in that outfit that made him look like a mobster, Glaz sat on the bed next to Kapkan, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"You can stay if you want, I'll come back as soon as I can."

Glaz didn't wait for a reply and left the room. Kapkan could hear him walking around the living room, doing who knew what, and then the sound of the main door opening and closing. Alone in bed, Kapkan stretched out like a lazy cat, contemplating the possibility of staying here as Glaz offered. The image of the sniper coming back and finding Kapkan asleep on his bed, only to wake him up with kisses and maybe even some naughty caresses, was incredibly compelling. However, Kapkan was starting to realise this pretty little dream wasn't sustainable.

They weren't really boyfriends; it was just a convenient cover story. Could they even be more than teammates and friends? Even if Rainbow had no non-fraternization rules -which Kapkan didn't know- if their superiors in the Spetsnaz got wind of it, they were doomed. Perhaps it would be better to cut it off now, before they got too attached, before it was too late. He wasn't prepared for that notion to hurt as much as it did. Glaz would understand, eventually; at least, he hoped so.