Nikolai And Price Going To The Gym Together And Working On Either Legs Or Back Muscles.

Something something Omega John Price has an attitude, something something, Alpha Nikolai fixes it something something.

I think a few teeth rotted away with this one👏🏾

Price washes Niks hair. That's it pfft.

Theres more under the cut!!

cw: literally none this is sickeningly sweet

The bathroom was warm, steam clinging to the mirror and softening the edges of the small space. Price adjusted the shower-head, the gentle hiss of water filling the quiet. He tested the temperature with his fingers, warm but not scalding, before glancing down at Nik.

Nik sat on the floor, his back pressed against the cool porcelain of the tub. His injured arm was cradled in a sling, the tight bandages beneath his shirt peeking out at the edges. Price had straddled his thighs, his knees bracketing Nik’s hips as he leaned forward to work.

Nik shifted slightly, his good hand resting loosely on Price’s knee, his thumb absently brushing the soft fabric of Price’s sweatpants. His hair had become quite long now, reaching just above his shoulders, framing his face in loose , dark waves that caught faintly in the warm light overhead. Price could tell it was a tangled mess, he was determined to fix it.

“This alright?” Price asked as he folded a towel with deliberate care and tucked it behind Nik’s neck. The softness of the fabric was a small contrast to the firm edge of the tub.

Nik blinked up at him, his good hand flexing slightly in his lap, then looked away, a faint flush creeping up his neck. “Yes,” he muttered.

Price frowned, leaning in a little closer, his hands braced lightly on Nik’s chest for balance. “What’s that look for?”

“Nothing,” Nik said quickly, waving vaguely with his free hand. “Just… your fussing.”

Price snorted softly, the sound blending with the rhythmic drip of water into the tub, but he didn’t press. Instead, he adjusted his posture, settling into a more comfortable crouch. The warmth of his legs against Nik’s made the latter shift slightly, though his good hand didn’t leave Price’s knee.

“Right, let’s get this sorted,” Price said, reaching for the shower-head. “You’ve been wandering around all week with your hair looking like a bird’s nest, haven’t you? Can’t have that now that I’m back, can we?”

Nik chuckled, his voice low and rough, though his face was still turned slightly to the side. “Are you saying I look unkempt?”

“I’m saying you’ve been looking like you’ve been dragged backwards through a hedge, love,” Price replied, grinning as he tilted the shower-head. The water streamed in soft rivulets, soaking Nik’s hair. Price used his free hand to shield Nik’s face, his thumb brushing lightly along Nik’s temple.

Nik sighed as the warmth spread through his scalp, the tension in his shoulders beginning to ease. The water ran down the back of his neck, pooling slightly where Price had placed the towel earlier. “You are enjoying this.”

“Of course I am,” Price said, grabbing the bottle of shampoo. He flicked it open with a thumb, the faint citrusy scent filling the air as he squeezed some into his palm. “Get to run my hands through your hair, keep you quiet for a bit. What’s not to like?”

Nik huffed out a laugh but didn’t argue, his good hand pressing a little firmer against Price’s knee, his thumb moving in slow, absent circles. “It feels wrong, you doing this for me after the week you have had.”

“Not this again,” Price muttered, lathering the shampoo between his hands. The soapy foam felt slick between his fingers as he began working it through Nik’s soaked hair. His palms brushed the edges of Nik’s forehead, and his fingers combed through the longer strands with steady, deliberate care. “I told you, I want to do this. You’ve been walking around all week without washing it because of that bloody shoulder. Can’t say I’d let you try it one-handed, either, though I’m sure you’ve tried.”

Nik chuckled, his head tipping forward slightly as Price’s fingers moved through his hair. The gentle pressure on his scalp drew a quiet, involuntary hum from him before he could stop it.

“See? That’s the sound of a man being thoroughly pampered,” Price teased, his voice soft but smug.

Nik let out a low sigh, his eyes drifting shut as he leaned back slightly, his hand brushing up towards Price’s thigh, squeezing absent-mindedly at the muscles there. “No need to be so smug, Mishka.”

Price chuckled, his fingers continuing their slow, steady work. “Too late for that.”

Nik didn’t reply, though the corners of his mouth twitched in the faintest of smiles. His shoulders softened further under Price’s touch as the soothing rhythm of his hands worked away the last of the shampoo.

The warm water cascaded over Nik’s hair again as Price rinsed it clean, taking care to keep any stray suds from running into Nik’s face. By the time he reached for the conditioner, the faint tang of citrus had mellowed into a subtler freshness.

“How’s that shoulder feeling today?” Price asked, his voice quieter now.

Nik shifted slightly beneath him, the sling pressing against Price’s chest with the movement. “Better than yesterday.”

“Good,” Price murmured, smoothing the conditioner through the damp strands. His hands moved slower now, the pads of his fingers brushing lightly over the ends of Nik’s hair. “You’ll be back to giving me hell in no time.”

Nik cracked an eye open, his gaze warm despite his teasing tone. “Am I not giving you hell now?”

“You calling this hell?” Price smirked. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Nik grumbled something under his breath, low and indistinct, but the sound of it made Price grin anyway.

The conditioner rinsed away easily, leaving Nik’s hair softer than it had been in weeks. Price grabbed the towel he’d left nearby, unfolding it and gently patting the damp strands dry. Nik shifted slightly beneath him, pressing his good hand against Price’s thigh for balance as he raised his head back up slowly.

“Better?” Price asked, his voice quieter now.

Nik opened his eyes fully, his gaze unguarded as he looked at Price. “Better,” he said, the simple word carrying a weight that made Price pause.

“Good,” Price murmured, setting the towel aside. He cupped Nik’s face with one hand, his thumb brushing along his cheekbone as he leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “You’re stuck with me, love, like a tick.”

Nik sighed, but his lips quirked upwards in a faint smile. “How romantic.”

“Swept you off your feet, have I?” Price replied, his grin widening.

Nik huffed softly, the sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, and let his head tip forward until it rested briefly against Price’s chest, uncaring that it would leave a wet spot on Price’s shirt. He didn’t speak, but the way his good hand slid up to wrap around Price’s waist said enough.

The bathroom was quiet for a moment, save for the soft drip of water from the shower-head and the occasional rustle of fabric as Price’s thumb traced slow, absent circles at the nape of Nik’s neck. The tension there had eased under his touch, and the steady rhythm seemed to lull Nik into a state of quiet contentment.

He pressed a soft kiss against Nik’s dark hair, his hand brushing back a strand that had fallen into Nik’s face. “Alright,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “Let’s get you on your feet.”

Nik didn’t move immediately, his head remaining against Price’s chest for just a second longer before he sighed and leaned back. Price shifted carefully, adjusting his knees so he didn’t jostle Nik’s injured arm. He reached down, his hands firm but gentle as he clasped Nik’s good hand and slid his other arm around his back for support.

“Take your time,” Price said quietly, his voice soothing as he braced Nik. He rose slowly, steadying Nik as he did, their movements unhurried. Nik’s grip tightened briefly on Price’s forearm, his balance a little off, but Price held him steady, his free hand brushing over Nik’s lower back in reassurance.

“You alright?” Price asked, his blue eyes scanning Nik’s face, searching for any sign of discomfort.

Nik nodded, though his weight shifted subtly into Price’s hold. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice a little rough.

“Good,” Price said, guiding him toward the door with an arm looped lightly around his waist now. He paused just long enough to grab an extra dry towel, draping it gently around Nik’s shoulders and patting at the damp strands of his hair once more.

“You spoil me,” Nik said, his voice light but his gaze holding a quiet sincerity.

“And you deserve every bit of it,” Price replied, his tone matching Nik’s as he gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Now, let’s get you sorted before your hair dries funny.”

Nik laughed, low and rich, the sound wrapping around Price like a warm blanket. For a moment, Price forgot about the long week he’d had, the mission that had worn him thin, and the worry of leaving Nik to fend for himself. All that mattered was the man standing before him, safe and cared for.

And that was more than enough.

I’m so sorry I know Nik is a man of stamina but the first time he ever has Simon and John on their knees, together, eyes looking up at him, half lidded and dazed, mouths meeting for a dirty kiss over his cock?

He’s painting their faces with a pained groan, staring at the ceiling because if he looks down to see their mouths open, tongues out and coated in him, he’s going to have a heart attack

Then proceeds to listen to the other two share a kiss, all tongue and spit and Nik

Retired NikPrice owning a shop of sorts. I don’t know what shop, but I’m thinking it’ll be one of those dual shops where one side has something and the other side has whatever.

I think Nik’s side would definitely be model aircraft’s built from legos, sticks, anything you can think of. Even layouts or sketches of a helicopter or a fighter jet.

Price’s would definitely be a book shop or a sweets shop. He has just about every book or every candy you can think of, and it’s even themed to an old 90’s shop.

The boys come to visit every so often when they can, being sure to trade tales for goods or just simply going to enjoy the company of their old Captain and Pilot(and when the two leave the Earth together, they’ll be the ones to run it).

Seeing John mad gets Nik all hot and bothered. He likes seeing those baby blues turn furious and narrowed, and he especially loves when his lips move faster than his brain and he says whatever’s on his mind to whoever he wants.

It takes him back to when they were younger and John was nothing but a quick-witted, smart-mouthed Sergeant who had no regard for authority or the President himself.

His favorite thing, however, is when John directs his anger at Nik, because then he can break him down from that anger and take his sweet time building him back up into a pliant puddle of mush in their bed(or whatever surface they crashed onto).

Personally, I'm like, pretty sure that Nikolai loves like a worshipper. To him, John is an ethereal being, someone that is above all laws of beauty. John is the closest thing Nik could devote to. Praises come to him naturally when they are about John, and he could map out John's body in his sleep.

He likes taking care of John, to know that his devotion is happy and well because of him personally. Nik likes grooming John in the bathroom, to have the Brit relax into his arms as he slowly trim his mutton chops (at least that's what I think it's called). He could only watch in silent adoration as John relaxes into the semi normal routine they have, his presence in Nik's kitchen seeming natural. Nik could barely fathom how he had gone so on without John next to him, for such times seem impossible now.

His devotion for John runs deeper than the ocean, and it seems like there is a never ending amount of things Nik could list off about John.

Laswell knows it, the rest of the team knows it, and it seems like only Price is the one oblivious to how much the other adores him. (He interacted with Alejandro for barely less than a day once, and even he knows how devoted Nik is to John). Something about waiting for so long for the man had translated into some form of utter adoration and devotion for him.

John, on the other hand, loves Nik to the point of creation and healing. I dunno how to put this into words, but I'm sure he cut down HEAVILY on drinking and smoking after knowing Nik. He loves the man, so much so that he wants to become a better person for Nik. To grow old and watch your partner grow old next to you seemed like some impossible dream almost a decade ago. And now he sits on the toilet as Nik helps him shave, the russian's movements almost graceful.

John has no doubts that Nik could be with anyone else in the world, with men better than him. But Nik is laying in John's bed, head tucked under John's chin and John finds himself hardly caring. Nik was with him, and that was more than enough.

He also writes little poems for Nik occasionally, words flowing onto the paper freely before he seals it with a kiss. He knows Nik has them hidden somewhere, the russian having said something about the letters being 'too precious for mortal's mind'. He likes tinkering with things, learning extremely useless and niche hobbies so that when winter rolls in, Price could make a sweater for Nik.

This is just.. *chef’s kiss*🤌🏾🤌🏾

messing around with simon's face again...

Hm.. John in his office focusing on reports and hearing Nik come in but not paying him any mind, even as the Russian moves him out of the seat just so he could sit in the brute’s lap.

Twenty minutes later he’s bent over his own damn desk with shaky legs and hazy eyes, Nik thrusting into him at a slow pace and not going any faster because he “wants him to focus” and will only reward him once he “gets done with that file”.

John is a hair’s inch away from spewing out some sassy remark when Nik shuts him up with a hard thrust that knocks the wind from his lungs and puts tears in his eyes, mind fogging even more as the pen falls from his hand.

“Awe, are you losing focus милый?” Nik would tease, leaning over the captain to trap him underneath his larger frame. “Should I stop so you can focus?”

“No.” John is would grunt, grabbing the pen and beginning to scribble some nonsense.

“There we go. That’s my resilient little soldier.” Nik says lowly as he begins to thrust faster, muttering filthy and degrading things into his lover’s ear until said lover cums all over the side of his desk.

“Tsk tsk.” Nik says as he continues thrusting, overstimulating John’s senses further and eating up the mewls and wanton noises that spill from his lips. “You made a mistake, so it looks like we must start over again.”

And start over again they did(and if anyone heard anything remotely close to sex coming from Price’s office, no they didn’t).

Back on my Gardner Price bullshit BUT!

I think Price has mad succulents. Like, I’m talking the prickly ones, the short stubby ones, the long ones, the ones that you don’t even know what is. And sure he likes a pretty flower once in a while, but if you were to step in his apartment you’d see vases upon vases of different exotic plants placed near windows where the sun shined just right for them to grow.

He even has books and journals on which plants are which and what plant needs what to survive.

Nik helps him water them every morning, filling the watering can and spray bottle and spritzing the leaves before watering the soil. On a good summer of spring day they’ll set them outside to catch some proper sun, and maybe Price’ll repot a few while he’s out there.

(Nik’s favorite activity is watching his husband talk to each plant as he cares for them, making sure to be extra gentle with their leaves or stems. They’re his babies!)

Hehe, the last part made me giggle🤭

Something something about John telling Nik to pick up some alcohol at the store, something like a bud light and all. Nothing too fancy, something to chase down peanuts during game season.

Nik comes back with a crate of red wine from France. Same day delivery apparently.

John face palms, and wonders if it'll be too late to argue with Nik.

Football night has now turned into a mix of watching the telly and swatting Niks hands away from his tits.