Kink prompt hotel room, CanLiet🇨🇦🇱🇹
I'm finally getting to requests, and this is a good one! Love to see some extremely polite guys going wild on each other. [nods] Good stuff.
And they do get kinda wild, anon :^) You said 'hotel room' and my brain was like, 'got it, they have to use every inch of it to have sex'. So uhh. They're at it for a while! Hope you like it! On AO3 as well :)
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The Sweet Escape
Canada and Lithuania have a tradition; when they get too frustrated, they seek each other out and commiserate. Physically. All over a hotel room. It is one of Canada's favourite traditions.
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Canada was listening to Cuba vent about his meeting with America at the hotel bar, when he spotted Lithuania come bursting out of the same conference room, looking equally agitated. He hummed over his drink, and Cuba, following his gaze, chuckled darkly.
“Your brother’s getting to everyone today, huh?”
“Seems so,” Canada agreed. As Lithuania looked around, his gaze crossed Canada’s, and he stopped abruptly, blinking. Canada raised his eyebrows, smiling to himself when the other nation changed course to stalk over to him.
“Welcome to the club,” Cuba told him dryly. “Need a drink?”
Lithuania shrugged, face set in a wry smile. “I don’t have time to join you right now,” he said. And, green eyes settling on Canada, “Perhaps we could meet up later.”
“Always happy to commiserate about my brother with you.” Canada leaned over to him. He could feel Cuba looking between them.
“Always happy to hear you out,” Lithuania replied, his tone ever so pleasant but his expression heated—in a different way, now. “I think we can help one another.”
He pulled a pen from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and quickly scribbled a number on a beer coaster. His fingers nudged Canada’s when he handed it over.
“I’ll see you later, then. Nice to see you, Cuba.” Off he went again.
Cuba, after a few seconds of staring at Lithuania’s retreating form, laughed abruptly.
“So that’s a thing you do, is it?” he guffawed.
“What’s a thing?” Canada asked, tucking the coaster away. “Commiserating?”
“Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Don’t pretend you’re not getting up there later and banging the guy’s brains out, Canada!”
Although he felt his cheeks warm, Canada just shrugged, sipping his drink.
“Damn. I keep telling people you got hidden depths, but I guess even I don’t know ‘em all.” Cuba looked very amused, with an almost proud twinkle in his light eyes. “Guess I should go find someone to commiserate with myself, huh?”
“I’m in no hurry to leave.”
“Ah, I see, you’re gonna leave him hanging for a bit so he’s even more worked up when you get there! I knew you had it in you!”
“You’re a little too invested in this, Cuba.”
The nation laughed again and slapped Canada’s back, telling him, “I just think you two are on to something. Nothing to take your mind off like some good, hard commiserating.”
Picking up his drink, Cuba hopped off his barstool, now clasping Canada’s shoulder.
“Have fun!” He walked off, towards a group of other nations.
Canada really wasn’t in any hurry. He knew his agitation, as well as Lithuania’s, at having to deal with his brother in one of his moods would keep for ages if he let it, simmering under his skin, so he calmly finished his drink and the peanuts that had come with it, paid the bartender, and went up to his own hotel room. Cuba winked at him as he left.
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By the time Canada started making his way up to the room number written on his coaster, he’d got himself worked up in more ways than one. His reflection in the mirrored elevator wall looked a little frazzled, and he ruffled his hair a bit more before he stepped out, amplifying the look. Down the hall from Lithuania’s room, someone was playing loud, fast music. Canada knocked on the correct door. At the last second before it opened, he quickly undid the top buttons of his shirt and pushed up his sleeves.
“Canada!” Lithuania smiled at him, gaze sweeping down his body and satisfyingly lingering on the skin revealed around his throat. He was in a simple T-shirt and lounge pants himself, with half his hair pulled back from his face. “I’m happy to see you. Come in.”
He stepped back just enough for Canada to enter the room, closing the door behind him with their arms brushing.
“Quite a day, eh?” Canada said, turning to him.
“Quite a day.”
They both just breathed, looking at each other. Canada could feel his heartbeat ratcheting up at the rare but very familiar heat in Lithuania’s eyes, just as he’d imagined it. They’d been doing this off and on for a hundred years—commiserating, as Cuba might now say, over their infuriating neighbours or brothers or what have you—and it had not yet got any less thrilling. Or, really, any less cathartic.
“Quite a day,” Lithuania repeated under his breath. Canada slowly wet his lips. Watched him swallow.
In the next moment, Lithuania surged forward and slammed him bodily against the door, pinning him in place with his hips. Gasping, Canada grabbed for him, tangling his fingers in the loose half of his hair and eagerly pulling him up to crush their mouths together. Lithuania groaned against his lips, pressing up into his touch while his hands frantically rucked up Canada’s shirt, grasping at his chest and scratching at his sides. Canada bucked his hips. Thrust his tongue into the other man’s hot mouth.
While their hips ground together, Lithuania now yanked at the buttons of his shirt. With a groan, Canada broke the messy kiss to tip his head back against the door, breathing hard. Both of Lithuania’s hands pressed against his exposed chest, his breath hot on Canada’s neck. Their lips nearly touched again when Canada looked down at him. He wasn’t that much taller, but Lithuania still tilted his chin up. The edge of Canada’s glasses fogged up as they breathed the same air.
Without a word, Lithuania pushed Canada’s shirt off his shoulders. He ran his fingertips over his arms, through his chest hair. His eyes were dark, and Canada’s heart thudded eagerly. He swept his own hands down, wriggling his fingers between Lithuania’s T-shirt and pants, pulling him closer by his waist and directing the roll of his hips. Even wearing his formal slacks, Canada could still feel that, like him, Lithuania’s cock was stirring. Maybe had been even before he arrived.
Their mouths met again in a frazzled mesh of lips and breath and tongues twisting together, both of them grabbing and grinding at whatever they could reach.
“I want—” Lithuania yanked on Canada’s hair when he bit his lower lip. “Ah! I want it hard, Canada.”
“That’s—that’s what I’m here for,” he replied, pushing his hands up underneath Lithuania’s shirt, following the dip of his spine.
A few times, their commiserating had been slow, even soft, but generally, that wasn’t why they sought each other out. Something in both of them had recognized a kindred spirit, a hundred years ago. Someone who wanted, needed, to blow off steam in the face of being underestimated or ignored by those around them.
“I want to forget today even happened.” Lithuania was now running his mouth along Canada’s neck, sucking a kiss into his pulse point until he groaned, shivering with heat. One of his hands curled against his chest. Canda gently scratched at his spine in return, making him twitch.
“At your service,” he breathed, and Lithuania pulled back to meet his eye. He looked flushed. A smile tugged at his slick lips, one full of promise.
“Likewise, Canada.”
Without warning, he swept his hand down and cupped Canada’s trapped cock, squeezing him through the fabric. Canada swore as he watched his smile turn sharp. And Cuba said he had hidden depths.
“I’ve been waiting.” Lithuania’s hair, already coming loose, fell around his face as he looked down to open Canada’s fly.
“Good.” With a soft groan, Canada helped him push his slacks down. “Lithuania…”
Before he could touch him in turn, get at the burgeoning erection he could see pushing out his pants, the nation yanked at his underwear too. Lithuania plunged one hand beneath the fabric, touching his cock. Both of them let out a groan, and Canada swore, hips bucking. Despite his obvious eagerness, Lithuania’s touch was still quite gentle, fingers folding around his nearly-hard dick and stroking. He looked back up.
“Fuck me,” he said, voice low but steady. He smiled when Canada’s body jerked, and the sharp edge to it made more blood rush south.
“Yes.” Finally—or so it felt—Canada was able to get his hands on Lithuania again. He eagerly tugged at the drawstring of his pants, finding his skin blazing hot underneath, and not meeting any resistance as he shoved his hand inside. Groaning, he leaned over to kiss Lithuania again. Remembering what Cuba had said, he imagined the European nation stewing in his frustration, waiting for Canada to come up to let it all out. Imagining the ways he would go about it.
Lithuania moaned into his mouth, but before Canada could finally fold his fingers around his thick cock, he was stepping away, leaving Canada stumbling after him. With a soft laugh, Lithuania gently grasped his chin. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t even pull, but Canada could only follow him, captivated by the dark depth of his pine-green eyes.
When the fingers left his chin, it was so they could slide down over his throat and his chest, where they ever so slightly pushed. Barely glancing behind himself, Canada sat.
He found himself on the edge of a low dresser next to the bed, probably intended as a nightstand, with Lithuania leaning over him. The nation’s gaze blazed down his body again, and he abruptly yanked his own pants down, licking his lips and breathing hard. He was hard, his thick cock bobbing between his legs as he moved. Canada couldn’t help but groan at the sight of him, his stomach clenching in eager anticipation.
“I’ve been thinking,” Lithuania said softly, his breath ghosting over Canada’s face as he gently touched his jaw. The softness of his touch and tone seemed somehow at odds with how obvious his arousal was, but Canada always thought it suited him that way. He was sure he’d learned to emulate some of it over the past century; it fascinated him.
Pushing a little, Lithuania now put his knee on the dresser. He smiled when Canada rested a hand on his lean thigh, curving it up and around as he rose up. Now kneeling over Canada’s thighs, Lithuania slid his hand into his hair and used it to tilt his head back and kiss him again. Canada grasped his ass with both hands to pull him even closer, making them both gasp, Lithuania’s cock nudging his stomach.
“Mh,” Lithuania groaned. He lifted his head so Canada could press his mouth to his neck, finding his rapid pulse and happily pressing his tongue to the hot skin. Lithuania arched, his dick again touching Canada’s skin.
“What were you thinking?” Canada asked, inhaling his scent. He felt Lithuania’s fingers sweep down his forearm, dance over his hand.
“Thinking about…” He twined his fingers between Canada’s and slid them further over his ass, now looking down at him. “About you… Inside me.”
“Yeah?”
“About…” He breathed out with a smile when Canada’s fingertip slipped between his ass cheeks, where Canada found the skin hot and slippery. He ran his finger over his hole. It seemed as though Lithuania had done more than thinking. Looking back at him, it was easy to curve his middle finger into his ass. The hot muscles fluttered around the digit, and Lithuania continued to smile with dark eyes, rocking his hips down.
“I thought about forgetting everything except…” He reached between them and grabbed Canada’s erection while their mouths met once again. Canada curled an arm around his back while pushing another finger into him, and swallowed the moan that fell from his lips.
Forgetting everything—or everyone—else was why they did this. He could never remember what it was, exactly, that had made them come together that first time, but he sure as hell remembered how Lithuania had sounded, had tasted. Remembered the nation’s cock in his mouth and his hands in Canada’s hair. The way he’d called his name.
“Canada,” Lithuania breathed now as well, “ah, please, I want you to—” He shifted, attempting to get closer to, presumably, ride Canada like this, on the dresser, but he lost his balance and almost tumbled backwards instead. He yelped, but Canada managed to catch him with the arm around his body.
Laughing, he followed the movement, and Lithuania laughed as well while he was lowered to the floor. He grasped Canada’s shoulders.
“Canada,” he said again. His legs spread around Canada’s hips. “Oh, here…” Tugging his pants over, he pulled a tube of lube out of the pocket. “Just take me, please. Right now.”
Heat spiking through his body, Canada generously coated lube on his cock, cursing when Lithuania hitched his legs up.
“I’ve been close for ages, Canada. Just waiting for you, trying not to think about—oh, god, yes, that’s—” He moaned when Canada unceremoniously guided his cock to his hole, which pulsed when he pressed the blunt head against it. A nod was all Canada needed, Lithuania’s hair catching on the carpet and his lips parted. The nation arched beautifully when Canada pressed forward, steadily burying himself in his tight, inviting heat. His cock twitched against his stomach, already flushed.
Canada imagined him bringing himself to the brink and then stopping, just so he could be the one to tip him over. Cursing, he drove his hips all the way forward, making Lithuania cry out. The man gasped happily, another yes falling from his lips.
For a moment, Canada sat still, admiring Lithuania underneath him with his hands curled around his thighs. Then, he hitched those legs up over his own and slowly pulled back, groaning at the tight grip on his cock.
“Canada,” Lithuania groaned, “come on, I said hard, you can—hn—you can go slow later.”
“But you look so good frustrated,” Canada said jokingly, quirking a smile.
“Ah, tease,” Lithuania laughed, although it turned into a gasp when Canada rocked his hips forward again.
“Alright.” Licking his lips, Canada rearranged his legs so he was leaning over the other nation, his hair now falling around his face. “Hard?”
“Hard as you please.”
And, really, the sound that Lithuania made alone would’ve made the whole thing worth it. It was a deep, guttural sound as he arched against the carpet when Canada set his pace, driving slightly down into him. Canada grunted in response, grabbing roughly at his waist and burying his cock to the hilt inside of him. Lithuania rocked on the scratchy carpet, gasping his name as he often did—because he knew what it did to him. His legs clenched around his hips, and he moaned when Canada reached over to push his shoulders down against the floor, grabbing at his arms.
“Yes,” he hissed, looking right at him, his eyes widening with every deep thrust. “Harder.”
Canada’s pace was fast, the carpet chafing his knees, and Lithuania took it amazingly, his thick cock leaking against his belly. Every now and then when Canada shifted, he could feel him leaving hot streaks against his skin. Lithuania seemed to, impossibly, be trying to take him deeper, pushing off the ground and onto him, arms now winding around his neck. Breathless, Canada sat back up.
The movement dragged Lithuania along and got Canada another satisfying guttural sound when the nation ended up in his lap, his ass against Canada’s thighs. Canada, not one to disappoint, kept moving him, pulling him down and pushing him up with force, Lithuania’s hands on his shoulders and his cock sliding against his abdomen once more.
“I’m—god, I’m—oh, Canada,” Lithuania panted, slamming himself down with abandon, so incredibly hot and tight. His hair flew around his face.
Grunting, Canada haphazardly reached for his cock and got his fist around the shaft to work it roughly. If Lithuania had waited all that time, it was only fair to make him come the way he wanted, after all. The nation arched again, sweat shining on his chest, in the hollow of his throat. Canada pressed his mouth to the pale skin to lick messily. Lithuania’s breath shuddered, his fingers tangled in Canada’s hair.
“Canada,” he said again, ending almost on a shout when Canada tightened his grip. “Ah—oh!”
His grip tightening, Canada felt him tip over that edge, and looked up into his dark eyes while he spilled over his fingers. Lithuania gasped, rocking back and forth on his cock as he shuddered, his ass throbbing.
“Fuck,” Canada breathed. He felt hot himself, feverishly aroused with Lithuania’s come coating his hand and his ass clenching around him.
“Good,” Lithuania gasped. “Oh, that’s…” He kissed Canada breathlessly, licking into his mouth with no coordination, dislodging his glasses.
Close as he felt, Canada grunted with frustration when, in the next moment, Lithuania was suddenly getting up, pulling off him with a wet noise and leaving him feeling incredibly cold. The nation laughed through his panting as he stood. There was that dark look in his eyes again that made Canada follow him up on shaky legs. Immediately, Lithuania grabbed his dick, making him twitch and curse.
“Lithuania,” he groaned. “What’re you—”
“I thought about other things, too.” He licked his lips, breath slowing just a little.
“Mh, fuck, whatever you want.” Canada shivered at the intense look that got him.
“Perfect.”
Once again, Lithuania led him away from the bed. When Canada realized where they were headed now, he laughed excitedly. He let himself be pressed chest-down onto the small desk in the corner of the room. Quickly, he removed his glasses to lay his head down, turning to squint at Lithuania over his shoulder. Standing behind him, the man grabbed his ass, and Canada jolted when he felt him slide his still mostly hard cock between the cheeks, spreading come and lube on his skin. He wriggled back, trying to communicate that he wanted more, whatever Lithuania decided that should be.
“I was thinking about this, too,” he now mumbled, rocking back and forth. His voice caught, and Canada nodded, biting his lip.
“Me too,” he breathed. “I want—”
“Hm?” Now, it was Lithuania’s fingers stroking between his ass cheeks, and his other hand every so lightly curling around Canada’s still-straining cock. The touch was soft, almost teasingly so.
“I want you,” Canada finished, pushing back, and he heard Lithuania moan softly.
“Don’t come yet,” the man whispered, right as he pressed his fingertips against Canada’s hole. “Wait for me.”
Shaking slightly, Canada rested his forehead on the desk. He hadn’t fully prepared himself the way Lithuania evidently had, but he’d cleaned up in anticipation of getting fucked—they usually ended up going for multiple rounds, anyway—and so the first slide of fingers into his ass was easy, making him groan into the flimsy wood. There weren’t many people Canada would bend over for like this, and he was sure that was true in reverse as well. He trusted Lithuania. In many ways, he got Lithuania.
He rose up on his tiptoes as Lithuania worked two, then three fingers into him, apparently having picked his lube back up from the floor. Canada looked over his shoulder at him, and received a distracted, hazy smile, dark eyes flitting over his body. Lithuania ran his free hand up his spine, pushing him against the desk, and his cock nudged Canada’s leg when he stepped closer, making him jolt. His own cock was nearly touching the edge of the desk. The hard corner bumping it every now and then almost hurt, but in a way that felt exciting.
“I…” Lithuania squeezed the back of Canada’s neck and leaned over to press his lips to his shoulder blade. Reaching up, Canada curled an arm over the man’s head, groaning when that had him both scraping his teeth over his skin and swiftly pushing another finger into him. Lithuania’s cock was slipping against his ass, leaving wet streaks and getting harder by the second—Canada didn’t know if he’d ever gotten much softer. He panted, fingers tangling in Lithuania’s long hair while the nation fucked him with his hand, movements frantic.
When he straightened up again, Lithuania kept pressing Canada down, and Canada gripped the edge of the desk, trying to rock back against him.
“Don’t break that,” Lithuania said hoarsely. The hotel telephone was rattling with their movements, Canada’s glasses bouncing back and forth next to it.
“Me? That depends—ah—on you.” Canada moaned when the fingers abruptly pulled out of him, only to plunge back in immediately. He hung on tightly to the desk.
“Perhaps.” This time, when Lithuania pulled his hand back, it was replaced by the blazing hot head of his cock again slipping between Canada’s ass cheeks, dragging across the rim of his hole and making him swear. “So I should go slow?”
“Please—please don’t.” Canada wriggled against him, his cock bumping against the desk igniting little sparks of arousal. “I don’t care, we’ll say it was America’s fault somehow—”
That made Lithuania laugh breathlessly, his hands digging into his ass cheeks.
“It is,” he said. Abruptly, he shifted one hand to lift Canada’s left leg, making him put his knee on the desk chair. The position felt so exposed, but Canada didn’t have time to think about it because the other nation’s cock was pressing into him, sliding into his ass in one movement that seemed endless. Filling him until Lithuania’s hips were pressed to his skin, his balls heavy against Canada’s. Both of them cursed, Canada jolting as he came to a halt. He panted into the desk.
“Please,” he breathed again.
Pushing him down against the wood, Lithuania moved his hips. He started slow, letting Canada get used to the drag of his thick cock, in and out of him—all the way to the tip, to where he could feel his ass clenching as if to keep him, and he could only imagine how he looked, spread open like this. Lithuania’s hand slipped on his sweaty back. After those first slow thrusts, he sped up. Not gradually, but as abruptly as Canada himself had, slamming into him and rocking him against the desk with force. Canada shouted, trying to look back over his shoulder again. God, he still felt so close, but he had to wait for Lithuania. He had to. He couldn’t let the almost-painful edge of the desk send him over.
The desk was, in fact, bumping against the wall, where the loud music hadn’t stopped playing. Lithuania was panting, every other breath a moan, and Canada shouted again when he suddenly pulled out completely, only to rock his slick cock between his ass cheeks once more with the same wild rhythm, before immediately pushing back into him. Somehow, the stretch immediately felt like a surprise again.
“Yes, fuck,” Canada panted. His hair fell in his eyes when he tried to look at Lithuania. Before he could reach up and push it away, Lithuania had grabbed both of his wrists and pulled them back, using them as leverage to pound into him. Fuck, now it really felt like he was taking his frustration out on Canada, in the absolute best way possible. Canada could only pant and moan, sweat sticking him to the desk and his cock leaking, painfully hard between his spread legs.
“Canada,” Lithuania moaned, breathlessly, and then kept panting his name, his fingers slippery but tight on his wrists and his cock slamming deep into him with abandon. “Canada, I’m—so—hn—”
He let one wrist go to reach down, finally touching Canada’s dick again, and Canada couldn’t hold back a shout as wild arousal roared through his body. It was an almost immediate orgasm that had him arching his back, coming hard over Lithuania’s fingers and clenching his ass around his cock, still being slammed into him and making him jolt even more, come even more.
“Oh my god,” Lithuania moaned. “Oh my—”
He pulled out, and before Canada realized what was happening, he felt the hot splash of him coming on his ass, on his lower back, his cock pressing between his ass cheeks and spreading it everywhere. His own cock twitched, another wave of pleasure washing over him as he imagined again how he must look to Lithuania, messy and sweaty—although Canada was aware that that was really more his thing, and that it might’ve been for his benefit. He groaned, now finally pushing his hair away from his hot face and looking back just as Lithuania pressed just the tip of his cock back into his ass, groaning too when Canada clenched around him.
“Holy fuck,” Canada breathed, grinning at the hotel telephone. Lithuania ran both hands over his ass, up his sides, leaning over so his chest touched Canada’s back. They stuck together with come and sweat, and his cock slipped down until it was touching Canada’s balls. Although Canada put his foot back on the ground, he decided against resting his full weight on the desk, because it surely wasn’t meant to hold two grown, bonelessly satiated men. Instead, he slowly rose up, and Lithuania wrapped his arms around him, resting his chin on Canada’s shoulder. His breath was heavy against his ear.
Wordlessly, they stayed like that for a long moment, rocking just slightly into each other.
“I feel much better already,” Lithuania mumbled. His hand, still covered in come, flattened over Canada’s heart as it slowed.
“Already,” Canada echoed, and felt him chuckle in response. Finally, he turned around and observed Lithuania’s flushed face, his wild hair. Leaning back against the desk, Canada kissed him, deeply but slowly. Their cocks slipped against each other, both softening and wet, the slide intimate in a way that felt very different from having him inside, or being inside him.
“I’m a mess,” Lithuania said, lips still pressed to Canada’s. He smiled when Canada just agreed with him, pulling back. “Let’s take a shower.”
“Draw a bath,” Canada joked, because he remembered one time, early on in their acquaintance, when Lithuania had gotten very annoyed with America for insisting he do exactly that, as if he were a mere servant. As expected, Lithuania rolled his eyes and gently pushed against his chest, before grabbing his hand and tugging them to the washroom. Both of them staggered a little, bumping into each other, which made Canada giggle. The fact that his glasses were left on the desk didn’t particularly help.
They kept the shower relatively cool, washing the sweat and semen off their heated skin, although it wasn’t nearly cold enough to prevent Canada’s cock from stirring eagerly as he watched Lithuania tip his head back into the stream, water cascading down the pale line of his throat and down his lean chest. He touched the man, running his fingers up his torso and watching the patterns the water made. Lithuania smiled, leaning up to kiss him, his mouth hotter than the water and his skin still blazing. He nudged his thigh up between Canada’s legs, moaning gently when Canada pulled him closer with his hands on his ass.
In turn, Lithuania did the same, rocking against him. He wasn’t hard, though Canada was sure he wasn’t entirely soft either. It’d probably take a while, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his fingers slid right back between Canada’s ass cheeks and curved into him. Although his ass now felt slightly sore, the touch still scratched an itch, making his cock harden further. Shifting, Lithuania pressed to Canada’s side to grab his cock with the other hand, resting his chin on his shoulder again. He wriggled his fingers in his ass while he slowly stroked, twisting his hand over the head and then dragging it all the way to the base in a tight circle. Canada tilted his face up into the spray of the shower, shuddering.
“Feel good?” Lithuania asked him.
“Very good,” Canada breathed, looking at him. His eyelashes clumped together, and it somehow made his eyes seem even darker. “You feel… Mh…”
Not waiting for him to finish that sentence—although Canada wasn’t entirely sure how he would have anyway, it was hard to describe—Lithuania leaned up to kiss him once more. He kept up his steady, slow movements of both hands. Canada knew he was ambidextrous, and he was sure that worked in his favour now, as both hands were following a different rhythm, doing their own thing even as their tongues tangled wetly. It was hard to concentrate on anything but Lithuania, the shower just background sensation to his whole body pressed against Canada.
Even when the nation’s mouth moved away, he kept licking Canada’s neck, even scraped his teeth over a tendon until Canada was panting again, blowing water away with every breath. He felt almost dazed, had no idea how long Lithuania had been touching him now. Breathing the man’s name, he looked at him, and got a soft smile in return.
“You should come again,” Lithuania said, barely loud enough to hear over the water. As if he hadn’t been giving him a handjob and fingering him for the past… However long. Canada couldn’t explain why those words sparked through him so much his whole body jolted, but judging by how the smile turned instantly sharp, it was exactly what Lithuania had wanted.
Really. Hidden depths.
“Come on, Canada,” he said, equally softly.
Canada nearly choked on water, the way he gasped as he came. He threw his head back as Lithuania worked him through it, his touch never faltering. The fingers pulled out of his ass just so he could use both hands to stroke his cock, covering all of him. Water dripped from the tip of Lithuania’s nose when he looked up at Canada, eyes bright. He licked his lips, and Canada couldn’t help kissing him again. The water washed away the evidence of his orgasm as quickly as it had happened, and then there was just them again.
After a moment, Canada reached over and turned the shower off.
They dried off quickly. Still a bit wobbly, Canada wondered why everything was so blurry until he remembered he was supposed to wear glasses, and then couldn’t remember where he put them until Lithuania plucked them from the desk and handed them to him, laughing softly.
“I think I want some tea,” the man said. He’d left a fluffy towel wrapped around his hips. “Do you?”
“Tea?” Canada chuckled. “Sure. Cigarettes are out of fashion, is it?”
“Cigarettes have long been out of fashion, Canada.” He wobbled over to the desk, where the electric kettle had luckily survived.
“Not that long.”
While Lithuania busied himself making tea, Canada, also with the towel wrapped around himself, wandered out to the small balcony. His room didn’t have a balcony, but this one had a view over some woods bordering a road, and the evening air was nice. A slight breeze caressed his skin, ruffling his wet hair. There was one chair, which seemed poorly thought out for a room designed to hold two people, but really, it was a miracle there was one at all. Canada sat down in it, shivering when the cold plastic touched his damp back. Still, he sprawled, leaning back and closing his eyes.
After a while, he heard the door open and looked up at Lithuania, who held a mug out to him. It didn’t seem like a hotel mug, and Canada smiled at the thought of Lithuania putting mugs in his suitcase just in case he wanted to drink tea. He wondered if they held sentimental value. Lithuania didn't seem like a person who got attached to things like that, but everyone had their quirks.
“I see you’ve taken the only seat.”
“Oh, I could stand up—” Canada started, honestly a little flustered.
“No, no, don’t worry.” Lithuania smiled. “I was just joking.”
Instead, he leaned against the railing with his hip, raising the tea to his lips. In the light of a late setting sun, he looked beautiful. His slightly damp skin still shone a little, and his wet hair was pushed back from his face. Sadly, Canada’s glasses fogged up when he went to drink his tea, so he couldn’t admire the V of Lithuania’s hips or the smattering of hair on his chest. He had no trouble imagining it. Could still taste his skin on his tongue.
When, a while later, he’d drunk his tea and his glasses were once again useful, Canada really looked. He was sure Lithuania knew he was, but the nation kept serenely gazing out over the road and the woods, his mug raised even though it was empty. Canada set his on the ground. He saw Lithuania’s lips quirk into a smile.
“Are you finished?” he asked him.
“With my tea?” Lithuania responded. “Or with you?”
Canada shrugged, heart skipping a beat. There was no way they were finished with each other. Lithuania just smiled some more, although he put his mug down on the tiny table when Canada slowly got to his feet. Next door, the loud music started up again.
“Who the hell is over there?” Even as he asked this, Canada gently turned Lithuania’s front to the railing, pressing himself to his back and resting his hands on his hips, just above the towel.
“I’m afraid it’s your brother,” Lithuania told him dryly. He laughed when Canada dropped his head against his shoulder with a groan, then softly gasped when he pressed his lips to his warm neck.
“Do you want to go inside?” Canada mumbled.
“Mh, no, we’ll…” Lithuania curled an arm around his head, his back arching slightly. “We’ll be quiet.”
Canada ran his hands over his chest while he mouthed at the nation’s neck, at his jaw and his ear, softly licking the shell to an encouraging hum. He thumbed at Lithuania’s nipples until he groaned and bucked his ass back, pressing it against Canada’s interested cock. While Canada slowly followed the long line of a silvery scar etched into Lithuania’s shoulder with his teeth, the man let him go so he could tug his own towel loose. He hung it over the railing, leaning his hands on it, and pressed back again.
“I think I’ll need some lube,” Canada breathed, trying hard not to immediately get carried away. It would probably work alright if he didn’t use it now, maybe just used spit, but it would feel better, and he was sure Lithuania deserved that much. They both did.
“Right.”
“Stay there.”
Lithuania did just that, his arms visibly trembling and his legs slightly spread while Canada hurried inside to get the lube. God, he looked gorgeous. Thank god Canada had such an annoying brother, really. Who knew if they would have met in this way otherwise? He shed his own towel on the way back outside and plastered himself back against Lithuania, who moaned softly.
“Oh, Canada…” he breathed, letting his head fall forward. His shoulder blades looked like wings in the dimming glow of the sun, tattered with scars and a slight rash of rug burn but strong beneath his skin. Canada groaned and fumbled with the lube, struggling to open the cap. He saw Lithuania’s shoulders jump with silent laughter.
Like him earlier, Canada first just let his cock slip between his ass cheeks, rocking back and forth. He was well on his way to hard, though it didn’t feel nearly as feverish as it did before. Hot, yes, but no longer so frantic. Lithuania seemed content to just let him do that, breathing his name as he rocked back. He, too, was getting hard again, and he moaned when Canada touched his heavy sac, ran his fingers over his cock. He jolted forward when he thumbed just at the head, his hands clenching on the towel-covered railing.
“Wonderful,” Canada said absently. It was easy, as expected, to slip his fingers into Lithuania’s ass. “Okay?”
“Yes.” He pressed back against the touch. The slightly reddened rim of his hole clenched around Canada’s two slippery fingers, and he shuddered when a third was added. Canada imagined that he, too, felt slightly sore—that strange almost-itch that felt awkward until it just felt good, at least for him. He curled his free arm back around Lithuania to feel for his heartbeat, which was rapid under his palm. He imagined he could feel it jump when he rocked his fingers back and forth, and he leaned forward to muffle a groan against the man’s back when he felt his ass clench. He had no problem having sex outside—actually, he really liked to—but had no desire to get caught by anyone, least of all America. And the music had stopped, at some point.
After another wriggle and encouraging gasp, it was easy as well to slip his fingers out, grasp his cock, and slowly push it into Lithuania. Canada had to muffle his groan again, while Lithuania himself actually clasped a hand over his mouth, the other one trembling and white-knuckling the railing. Still, he nodded vigorously.
Canada kept it slow for now, languidly pulling almost all the way out and sliding back in. He stood up straight to admire the drag of Lithuania’s ass around his cock, the way his back arched and his moans were muffled into his hand. Everything was starkly shadowed in the fading light, giving it a dreamlike quality.
When Canada pulled Lithuania upright too, he muffled a shout into his hand. Canada snapped his hips forward and resumed running both hands over the man’s chest. He touched all of him while he thrust steadily into his ass, ran his hands down to his hips, encircled his straining dick and pinched his tight nipples. He mouthed breathlessly at Lithuania’s neck and shoulders, licking moisture left by his hair from his skin. Lithuania kept moaning encouragingly, rocking back, running his free hand over Canada’s arms in turn. He reached back, trying to tug at his hip as if to go faster, but Canada kept the same steady pace, biting his shoulder gently.
He even pressed his own hand over Lithuania’s mouth, covering his, but the man quickly shook his head and nudged him away, so Canada found other uses for it. Luckily, there was a lot to touch.
“Fuck,” he breathed. Lithuania was so hot around him. He could already feel the heat starting to wash over him, the incoming tingle of an orgasm fast approaching. Still, Canada kept the same pace. “Lithuania.”
“Yeah,” he muffled.
“Can I—hn—can I come inside you?”
More vigorous nodding and bucking back, and Lithuania grabbing the ceiling with both hands when Canada let him go to just grasp at his hips. He leaned far forward, mirroring how he’d bent Canada over the desk earlier, and his legs were trembling as Canada finally picked up the pace. He didn’t go as hard as Lithuania had, but still dug his fingers into the man’s hips to pull him deep down on his cock, engulfing all of him in heat and tightness over and over until it became too much.
Now, it was Canada clasping a hand over his mouth to muffle his shout. Buried deep inside Lithuania, he tipped over the edge and came a third time that evening.
“Fuck!” Lithuania moaned, unmuffled and loud enough to make Canada twitch. He kept thrusting just a little as his orgasm swept over him, and he was reaching for Lithuania’s cock to hopefully bring him over that edge too, when the other nation stood straight again and just pushed back.
Not expecting it, Canada stumbled backwards. He yelped and then fell right back into the plastic chair, his dick slipping out of Lithuania with a wet noise.
Movements somewhat frenetic, Lithuania followed. Still with his back to Canada, he spread his legs over his thighs, grabbed his cock, and sank down on his lap. Canada had to muffle another shout.
“What—”
“Just… Just touch me,” Lithuania breathed, looking back over his shoulder at him. There was a slightly sheepish edge to his expression, but it vanished when Canada did as told, wrapping a hand around his cock.
Lithuania wasn’t resting his full weight on Canada, probably afraid the chair would break, so his legs trembled holding him up, his ass clenching around Canada’s twitching cock. Canada’s hand was slippery, and he used that to jerk his cock fast.
When Lithuania came, it seemed sudden. He went rigid, clasped both hands over his mouth, and moaned while he spilled over Canada’s hand. The clenching of his ass made Canada swear and only seemed to intensify the feeling for Lithuania himself, who rocked back and then moaned again, his cock twitching.
After a long while, he slumped forward, resting both hands on Canada’s knees, now spread around his own. His hair fell in messy, damp strands around his face. Canada knew his own was already frizzy.
“Yeah,” Lithuania breathed, as if to himself.
“Yeah?”
The other man smiled over his shoulder at him, nodding. Canada grinned back blearily.
It didn’t take long before they moved, because the evening air was actually starting to feel pretty cold. It felt extra cold on Canada’s dick when Lithuania finally pulled off, leaving him wet and almost-soft, flopping down between his legs.
“Another shower, I guess,” Lithuania said, not sounding too broken up about it. Modern showers truly were a marvel, so Canada didn’t blame him.
This time, though, they rinsed off separately and had to make do with hand towels. Canada came out to find Lithuania finally in the bed, naked but tucked halfway under the covers on one side. He looked rosy and content, which made him smile. He shook his head when Lithuania raised his eyebrows questioningly.
“You could stay,” the nation said.
“I’d like that.” Really, Canada was loath to put his clothes on right now. “Flying out early tomorrow, but I’ll spend the night.”
With a smile, Lithuania lifted the other side of the covers, and Canada climbed in. For a while, they sat in silence, both almost dozing off. Eventually, Lithuania turned towards him.
“What was I upset about, again?” he mumbled.
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m sure it wasn’t important,” Canada replied, as always. He got a relaxed smile, which he quickly covered with his own mouth, kissing Lithuania lazily.
They kissed until Canada didn’t feel like he could open his eyes again, and then, by unspoken agreement, they both just sank into the bed and drifted off.
.
Canada woke from a hazy dream about what seemed to be a mermaid with shoulder-length dark brown hair and a kind smile either trying to drown him or trying to have sex with him—or both—to find himself in a room lit by early morning sunlight, alone in bed and hard as a rock. Groggily, he shifted to his back. Water ran in the washroom, and Canada could shortly see the blurry form of Lithuania come out. He was still nude, and stretching his arms over his head.
“Oh,” the nation breathed. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“’S okay,” Canada mumbled.
Lithuania hummed, ambling over. He halted next to the bed, just far enough away to still be blurry but close enough for Canada to see his dark eyes flit down his body, to where his erection was poking up the thin sheets. He breathed out slowly, then climbed on the bed but not under the covers. Canada blinked blearily up at him when he felt his hand ghost over his chest, uncovered by the sheets.
“Can I?” Lithuania whispered, tugging lightly at the bedsheet.
“Hm? If you’ll let me, too.” Canada patted his thigh, following the curve up to his cock, which was now close to his face and twitching with obvious arousal. He lifted his head a little to get closer.
“Oh!” Lithuania flushed beautifully, his cock getting noticeably harder. “Okay.”
Both of them still a little clumsy with sleep, they manoeuvred to their sides, with their feet facing opposite ends of the bed. Lithuania tugged the sheets away and rose up on one elbow so that his hot breath wafted over Canada’s cock, while Canada pulled him a little closer with one arm underneath his hips and the other hand pulling his leg up just a little. He flicked his tongue out so that it just touched the head of his cock, which made Lithuania moan softly. In return, the other nation grabbed his erection and leaned over to lick messily at it.
Canada groaned and returned the favour. It was uncoordinated on both their parts, lazily licking and sucking each other’s cocks. But still so hot. So good. It felt hazy, dreamlike, but Canada could clearly taste Lithuania on his tongue, could feel his lips around him and his fingers absently squeezing his sac. He moaned around him, making Lithuania groan in turn.
Often, Canada found it overwhelming, doing both things at once, but now, in this state of half-waking, it felt perfect. He pulled Lithuania closer, deeper into his mouth, and felt him twitch. Felt his tongue wriggling against him.
Although he had no idea how long they lay there, once more pleasuring each other, Canada thought it must’ve been a while, drifting off into what seemed like another dream. Maybe it wasn’t, maybe it was just a few minutes. He didn’t care much right then. Still, he could feel Lithuania tensing up right as he himself felt the tingle in his balls, and sucked his cock down with renewed vigour, groaning when Lithuania reciprocated in kind.
And so, it was almost at the same time that they came, both of them into the other’s waiting mouth, both of them writhing on the mattress and unable to do anything but muffle his moans around the erection in his mouth, trying to swallow. Canada sucked eagerly, his lips stretched wide around Lithuania’s girth, while Lithuania pressed deep down, his hair dragging over Canada’s hips.
They were both panting when they finally let each other go, and Lithuania clumsily turned back the right way, immediately flopping against Canada’s side. Canada watched his wet lips twitch into a smile, his green eyes half-lidded, and tugged him up to kiss him. They licked lazily into each other’s mouths, now, their tongues tangling and tastes mingling. Lithuania nudged one leg between Canada’s. Canada wrapped his arm around him again.
Just like before, they drifted off like that.
And, yeah, this time, that mermaid was definitely trying to have sex with him.
.
“I’ll see you in a few months, then,” Lithuania told Canada, smiling pleasantly up at him. There was a slightly drowsy set to his eyes, but he was wearing his lounge pants and T-shirt to see Canada out. He’d have to go pack up his stuff in his room to fly out in a few hours. Maybe even write some sort of report for his boss, but that could wait. He would first have to remember what the hell happened in meetings yesterday, anyway. All he could remember was Lithuania, as was correct.
“You will,” Canada replied. “If you ever need to commiserate, you can call me.”
He wouldn’t, which—fair enough, Canada supposed. It would probably only really work in person anyway.
“I know,” Lithuania said anyway. “Thank you, Canada.”
“Thank you, too.” Smiling, Canada pulled him into a hug, letting his lips linger over his cheekbone. Lithuania ghosted his hands over his chest, his sides.
With a wave, Canada was out the door of his hotel room, into the quiet hallway. He felt great, like he could take on today easily. Just like always, he couldn’t even remember what it was that the both of them had been so worked up about yesterday. He grinned, and kept grinning when the door of the next room over swung open.
“Heya, America!” Canada said cheerily, passing on his way to the elevator. His brother stared at him as if he were seeing a ghost. Yep, today was a great day.
