Nik Has A CRAZY Wind Up For Smacking Ass When He And John Are Home Alone. Nuclear Shit That Makes John

Mr. and Mrs. Smith but it’s NikPrice.

In the back of my mind, John Price thinks he’s the most terrible, most horrible, and most despicable person to ever roam the Earth, and he can’t really pick an explanation as to why he feels this way.

He’s tried talking to a therapist about it, but the session ended within thirty minutes because he got upset(conflicted) with himself and decided that he wasn’t as fragile as he was making himself out to be, because why would a thirty-seven year old Captain of a TaskForce need mental and emotional support? Beats him.

It all comes crashing down when he and Nik get into an argument(as all couples do sometimes) and end up in a shouting match that eventually leads to Nik saying something that triggers a gear in the back of John’s brain, and suddenly the Brit is spewing things back at the Russian with more venom than anticipated.

By the end of it, he notices that Nik has calmed down and is inching towards him slowly, muttering something in Russian that he can’t care to translate. And just as Nik wraps him in a tight embrace, John registers the wetness under his eyes and down his cheeks and is embarrassed because— since when did someone like him cry? When was the last time he cried? Has he ever cried before??

Long story short, Nik makes sure to tell the boys that their Captain won’t be in for a while, he hires a good psychological therapist that can help, and they all get ready to dig deeper into the enigma that is Johnathan Michael Price Jr.

Say if Price got injured and was sent to the ER to get fixed up and the moment he comes out of surgery he’s loopy and muttering nonsense.

His boys come to visit him first, and damn if they don’t take the many advantages that their loopy captain gives them. Johnny draws on his cast, Kyle bribes him for the rest of his sweets in his office, and Simon gets him to sign off on letting him skip recruit-training.

Next is Laswell and her wife Sarah. The two make sure he’s comfortable before teasing him, and John just lets it happen, brain too muddled to come up with his usual sassy retort.

Last is Nikolai.

The man walks in quietly and takes a look at his husband before looking around the room and noticing the little trinkets and things that his boys and their friends had left around the room(as well as the many penises that were on his cast). He then takes a seat beside John and grabs his hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss..

That was until he felt the hand get snatched away and slapped softly across his face.

“Johnathan?” Nik asks with mild surprise, eyes rising to meet a glaring, upset John Price.

“Don’t do that.” The man says with a frown, glaring daggers at Nik. “I have a man, and he’s my husband, and we’re married. ‘M a taken man.”

Oh. The doctors gave him some more pain medicine before he got here. Explains a lot.

“My apologies.” Nik said as he backed off a bit with his hands raised a bit, deciding to feed into his husband’s loopy thought process. “Didn’t know you had a significant other.”

“Yeah I do.” John says with a roll of his eyes. “Bes’ damn husband a man could ask for.”

“Mhm, and how so?”

“He helps me cook, clean, loves me lots n’ lots, always helps with missions, loves my boys like their his own. What more could a person wish for when they have the perfect man by their side?”

“True. But doesn’t he irritate you sometimes?”

“Impossible. He only irritates me when he’s not taking some time for himself like he should be. Military work is hard, y’know?”

“Understandable. And what is your favorite thing about your husband?”

“My favorite thing..” John paused for a bit, sighing softly as he seemed to sink lower into the hospital bed. “His hugs. He’s big and broad, so when he hugs you it’s like a blanket draping itself over you. He makes me feel warm when he does hug me, like everything will be okay.”

The room goes quiet for a bit as Nik contemplates John’s words, melting at the way that his husband seemed to have melted when describing him. Suddenly, John added another comment.

“It makes me want to open his skin and crawl inside of it. Like Venom.”

Nik bursts out laughing at that, happy that he managed to get all of that on video to show the boys and Laswell later.

I like to think that when Price gets mad, he gets petty.

Oh, Gaz wants to switch his sugar out for salt? Seasonings of any kind are banned for a month.

Soap locked him out while it was raining? He’ll stand at attention outside during a thunderstorm until Price gets tired of looking at him.

Ghost hid a pack of his favorite cigars? He’ll hide his toothpaste, toothbrush, hygiene products, basically everything, and make him hunt for it.

But when Nik upsets him to the point where he doesn’t even want to talk it out, he’ll ban him to the couch until he gets sick at the lack of physical touch and huddles beside his husband on the small space.

John being in a toxic relationship with someone and ranting to Nik about it one late night in his office while they were sharing a drink.

Nik taking a video of John an hour later bent over his own desk and moaning out Nik’s name like he was a deity to be praised. (Nik also answering the phone when said S/O calls to chew John out so they can hear their boyfriend more clearly.)

Maybe sassing off to Nik when he was already annoyed wasn’t the best idea.. Or at least that’s what John thinks as he cums for the..- what, fifth time now? Maybe sixth if the dirty praises that are spilling from his lover’s mouth is anything to go by.

He didn’t mean to sass off to Nik. He didn’t even know the man was in a bad mood to begin with.

John is what most call a ‘Jack of All Trades’. He’s smart, quick-witted, and is almost painfully resourceful and creative in desperate times. But his one flaw is the fact that he can be so, so oblivious at times. So much so that you just have to take a breath before trying to explain what it was you were talking about before.

This also means that sometimes he has a hard time reading a person, especially when he’s already focused on something. So when a not too pleased Nikolai comes in his office after a hundred failed attempts at fixing his helicopter’s engine to ask him something and John responds with a sassy quip, it sets off a reaction in the huge Russian.

Now the captain is in Nik’s helicopter with his back to the glass as the pilot fucks up into him at a rapid pace, keeping one large hand on the door while another is holding John in place to keep him from squirming.

“N-Nik!”

“Тихий.”

“English you bloody- ah!”

Is this the ninth or tenth time he’s cum?

“Keep sassing me and I will prolong our.. playtime.” Nik threatens with a glare before he slams into John again, emptying himself completely before starting up again at a slow pace.

John’s seeing stars at this point as a hand tries to grab onto something behind him but slides off the fogged window. Nik grabs it and pins it above his head.

“Дерьмо.” Nik curses as he feels John clench around him. “Just like that любовь, stop being a brat and take what I give you.”

“Nik..” John pants, blue eyes soft and hazy as they roll back with each thrust from the Russian. Said Russian shuts the babbling Brit up with a sloppy kiss as he begins to thrust faster and deeper, swallowing each gasp and moan that was punched out of John.

A few more rounds later and Nik finally lets John down, stepping back to survey his work as his lover tried to balance himself on shaky legs, hands gripping the door tightly.

“Fuck. Were you tryna bloody kill me Nik?”

“Нет.”

“Fuckin’ feels like it.” John says with a roll of his eyes as he focuses on steadying himself, trying his best to ignore the spend dripping down his thighs and into the floor.

“Is that more sass I am hearing?” Nik asks, and John snaps his eyes up just in time to see him already walking over, face reddening as the Russian leaned down to his ear. “It seems as if we have more.. work to do.”

..it was gonna be a long afternoon.

Cosmic brownies are fucking DELISH when no one’s in your ear telling you otherwise👌🏾🤤

Hey, bud. I hope you have a fantastic new year! It's so great to see you writing for Nikprice, and I have a damn backlog to get through, don't I? Keep writing, keep creating. Stay safe.

Literally fell out of my bed at this because— I just won one of the hardest games on Roblox and all of a sudden one of my favorite NikPrice bloggers sends me this and tells me to have a fantastic new year?? Either the universe is favoring me or something bad’s about to happen in 0.2 seconds.

Either way, this made my entire afternoon and now I’m gonna go brag to my roommate about the gold I just received.

Have an amazing New Year’s Eve and an even better New Year, and stay plenties of safe out there!

(P.S: A little something I did on Pinterest)

Don’t stop, get it get it💃🏾💃🏾

#midlife crisis

Mmm, immortal Nik losing his world while still living in a world he no longer wants to be in. Delicious.

WIP cause I've finally accepted I'm never finishing this

I'm back with more immortal Nik and mortal price guys. It's actually so fun. I have so many ideas.

Bitterness.

This is the only word that Nik could use to describe everything in his life.

There's a bitterness in watching the man you've spent an eternity with rot and waste away.

A reminder that time, no matter how fragile it is, still existed.

There have always been a few people, people who find themselves unfortunate enough to be forgotten by time and death themselves. Immortal beings, where reality wraps around them, creating an illusion of an ageless, timeless being. Lost to time, lost to humanity.

For a man who had seen empires rise and fall in centuries, who have survived through senseless times of cruelty, where the only thing that mattered was the chance to survive, Nikolai still certainly hasn't gotten the immortality act down to a T.

He slips out sometimes, reveals some secrets from tongues long forgotten, talks about people long dead and gone, their body returning back into mother nature's loving embrace. He still is human at the end of the day, and he still needs someone in his life.

He chugs down the bitterness in the back of his throat and drives on anyways.

It's a 5 hour drive to Manchester from London, but the exhaustion seems nothing compared to the end goal. Nik carries on, letting the DJ on the radio wash over his thoughts, a picture of a love now dead hanging over the windows.