You Think Price Was Born With That Bear Swag Or Did He Have To Go Through Twink Death To Earn It

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)

Nikolai and Price going to the gym together and working on either legs or back muscles.

Price is focused on his squats, finishing sets quickly and stopping to take a short break before going back to the barbell to finish up.

Nik isn’t so focused on what he’s doing though. Instead, he’s watching the way those tight shorts hug his the captain’s thighs and arse, and the way they stretch whenever Price goes down for a squat.

Damn it, he was getting a boner.

As his mind started to wander a little further than what it should be, he snaps out of his trance just in time to see Price struggle a bit with the newly weight added, stumbling just a tad.

Nik immediately gets behind him to help steady the bar up so he could finish his last set.

“I got you. Take it slow.”

Nik watched as Price huffed before slowly going down again, ass almost pressing up against Nik’s crotch before moving.

That pattern repeats about five more times before he finishes and slowly walks the bar back over to the rack.

“Bloody hell.” Price huffs, wiping sweat from his forehead and taking a swig of water. “My legs feel weak.”

Nik just stared at him as he ranted, eyes never leaving the fat swell of his ass until Price noticed and popped him with his towel.

“Eyes up here perv.”

“They are.”

“I can’t bloody tell with the wood yer’ sportin’.”

It was then that Nik realized that his boner had intensified and grew into a noticeable tint.

“Will you help me with it?”

Price popped him again with the towel before grabbing his stuff and walking away, hips purposefully swaying in the way they did when he was being an asshole.

“Maybe.”

Nik bit back a grunt at that and gathered his things quickly before following after his lover, determined to get a piece of what Price was advertising.

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).

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.

John and Nik try not to make promises to each other that they know they can’t keep, especially if it’s against unfair circumstances or the situation is completely out of their hands, yet for some reason they always promise each other that they’d come back to one another alive. Maybe not in the best condition, but breathing nonetheless.

That was a mistake however, Nik realizes, because now as he’s standing in front of a headstone with the name of a certain Captain with blue eyes that’ll never shine again, he comes to the realization that nothing in this cruel, unfair world was ever guaranteed.

His ability to walk.

His ability to have control over his bird.

His ability to wake up every morning beside his lover.

His ability to get the Captain and his team to safety.

His ability to be able to hold his lover, to keep him warm.

His ability to hold him even when he was already going cold.

None of it was guaranteed, and now Nik has to live with that burning reminder.

Y’all know those days where you just sit back and start to reminisce on the shit you let people do to you in the past and just think.. how the fuck did I let them get away with that?

Like.. no fades were caught? Nobody ran up?? No nothing???

…

Ts haunts me in my dreams bro😓

I think that Price likes to nerd about things. He and Nik both do, but the thing about John is that once he starts.. you can’t really shut him up.

Nik’s learned this one too many times when he’s brought up a subject that his husband is very educated in, and has had to sit through hours of him going on and on about it(not that he minds).

But if Nik did, however, want to get John to be quiet and take a breather, then he’ll plop him down on his lap and kiss at his neck until John blows a fuse and stops working.

It’s around 6 when Nikolai gets back to his cabin from hunting, setting his boots down by the front door and calling out to his husband, John, who was in the living room watching TV.

Getting no response, Nik just chuckles and sheds his coat before walking into the living room and bending over the couch to kiss the side John’s temple, cold skin meeting his lips.

“You are freezing my love.” He says softly, grabbing a blanket and draping it over his chest. “It is below thirty degrees. You should wrap up.”

Still getting no response, Nik just huffs softly before going to shower and changing into something more comfortable, stopping by the kitchen on his way back to the living room to grab some tea for the two of them.

“Your favorite.” He says quietly, setting the mug down in John’s stiff hands and settling beside him. “Do not drink too fast, it is fresh from kettle.”

Still, no response.

Nik glances at his husband with a soft expression, noticing the bags under his eyes and the slight sluggishness to his posture.

“You are sleepy.” He says, and John’s body slumps over onto Nik’s, causing him to laugh. “You need rest dear.”

Just as he said that, John’s phone lit up even more missed calls and unread messages from his team, Laswell, and MacMillan, to which Nik just frowned and turned it over, muttering something about how they ‘always interrupt them’ and how they should ‘leave them alone’.

Soon, Nik gets sleepy too and rests his head atop John’s, not minding the sticky wet feeling on his cheek as he wrapped a big arm around his husband’s back, pulling him closer to his chest.

“Sleep well my love.” He muttered, pressing a kiss to John’s cold forehead before turning off the missing person’s report on the TV and going to sleep.

Uhhhh John grabbing at Nik’s full hairy man tits while riding him uhmmmm and moaning like he owns them hmmmm Nik groping at John’s fat ass urmmmmmmm and grinning because he does own it uhhhhhhh..

Imagine Nikolai and Price visiting America and being blown away at how much a lot of the resident yanks hate their own country. Like sure Laswell shit talks it a lot but half of the population? What a shocker.

What would be a bigger shock is the fact that most of the government’s “slip-ups” aren’t even new to Americans. Government raised taxes? Interesting. They’re slowly spiraling into another Great Depression? Survival of the fittest I guess. Government managed to lose another nuke? Must have been the wind.

“What a chaotic country.” Nikolai mutters as he reads the local newspaper.

“Well, America was never known for having a good government.” Price says as he gorges on a hotdog he got from an old street vendor. “Just freedom and good food.”

“Cheers to that.” Laswell says as she munches on her own hotdog.