(Fugitive)Nikolai needing to lay low somewhere so he wouldn’t get captured and brought to the Gulag so he flees to a small town in England where there are small quaint shops on every corner, and if you were to go down just a little further, there’d be a few neighborhoods with beautiful houses/apartments.
Upon arrival, the soldiers who were looking for him had already gotten there first(much to his dismay), and just as they turned a corner he ducked into a flower shop and behind the counter, not even noticing the man standing there.
The soldiers eventually came in and looked around for a bit before asking the man if he’d seen someone come in matching Nik’s description, and to the Russian’s surprise, he said no and told which shops the men could check because they had “good hiding places”.
As they filed out with a brief ‘thanks’ he waited til’ the were far far away before slowly rising to thank the man properly, stopping upon seeing his beautiful features.
The flower shop worker had brown hair and blue eyes that seemed like they’d look ethereal in the sunlight, even as they looked at him with skepticism. He also had a well kept beard and mustache, trimmed to perfection. He wore a white shirt with brown pants that hugged his body in every way(deliciously), and on top was a beige apron with a name tag that read John.
Nik found himself smitten, cheeks heating up and mouth opening and closing like a fish. That was until the man— sorry— John had grabbed him by the ear and pulled the giant Russian towards him.
“You get me and my shop into any trouble and I’ll cut you like a rose, understand?”
Oh how Nik loved his voice. Loved how deep and rough it was despite having an odd smoothness to it. Like a rose.
He suddenly felt a pair of sharp gardening scissors at his throat and broke out of his daydreams.
“Understand.”
The scissors left his throat(much to his relief).
As John was getting ready to go to another task, Nik looked around himself for a second before turning back to the Brit.
“Uh- where is your nearest.. uh- mini hotel?”
“Excuse me?”
“Your mini hotels.” Nik says again. “Uhm.. like the smaller hotels that are usually on the side of the road?”
It takes John a second before he realizes and stops himself from laughing at the criminal across from him. Hell, he looked as if he’d skin him alive and use him as fish bait.
“You mean a motel?” He asks with a small smirk, continuing to sweep. “It’s a few minutes away from here near the butcher shop and candy store.”
“Ah, a motel, yes.” Nik nods, trying to appear cool and collected as he gathered what little bearings he had before going to the door. “Uh.. thank you..?”
“John, and you?”
“Nikolai.” He replied, his name rolling off his tongue roughly due to nervousness.
“Nikolai.” John says, and Nik damn near falls out at the way his name rolls off the florists tongue(he wondered what it’d sound like when he was being fucked).
After their brief conversation, Nik makes his trek to the motel and gets a room that’s, albeit, a bit nicer than some of the hotels he’s stayed at throughout his years of running.
He lays down for a bit to settle his nerves and goes to shower, thoughts lingering back to the beautiful florist he’d met just minutes prior to coming here and wonders if he could go back to the shop tomorrow to see him again, if he’d even be there.
Shoot, maybe he’d get to know the man. Know his likes and dislikes, what makes him tick, what got him into the gardening business, things of that nature(and maybe more if he’s lucky).