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The Bunker was one of the safe, queer strongholds in Eastern Europe. The world was going to shit and it was getting more and more unsafe for anyone of any queer or gender variant reality. It felt like life had become as dystopic as the sci-fi novels prophesied in their warning tomes that people took as gospel rather than pulp fiction with a point. In this particular bunker, it was outside of the country formerly known as Estonia.There are mostly gay men in this particular bunker, trans and cisgender. Two small polycules. The revolutionary couriers would drop off shipments of things they needed so that those in hiding almost never needed to leave the compound bunker. And naturally, the cabin fever led to several heated moments and the like amongst the queer people in hiding. Of the two polycules, there was Hillel, a dyed brunette music icon from the Former Czech Republic who was involved with a runaway journalist named Yevgeny, also a former military officer, who was working for a small resistance supportive small press newspaper, in the country formerly known as Latvia that lost most of their readership and fell out of circulation when their writers were hunted down and taken into prison or killed or just simply disappeared without word or warning. Yevgeny was originally an immigrant from an area near the Eastern Russia/Mongolia border and had long dark hair, bone straight and thick as wool that fell down to the middle of his back, and strikingly aqua-colored eyes. The third in their polycule was an obscenely, tall troublemaker, Solt, at six-foot-seven and loud in everything he did. He would have been a political prisoner if his lovers didn’t catch him and his ‘acts of vandalism’ before the corrupt authorities did. The other is a married transmale couple. They got married back when it was still legal to be acknowledged. The laws were falling backward so fast, it was like watching dominoes scale years back as if some cosmic force had its thumb pressed on the rewind button and couldn’t let up on it. One of the married men was of mixed Asian descent, Sinh, and the other was a long and lean Palestinian, Namir. They were trying to live happily when the world went to shit, and they had to use Ankara escort their resourceful skills to create a network of safe houses for Queer people to hide in or to travel to safer territory with the courier system. In any case, this was Bunker Thunderbird 21. The first occupants had come up with the name, they had since moved to another compound or died by bullet or illness in some way And no one had wanted to change the name. The current occupants in the bunker were growing bored and restless. Yevgeny had just gotten out of the shower, that he had shared with Hillel, which involved one giving a blowjob to the other, but once the shower was over, Hillel asked for a few moments of peace to be with his thoughts and not do anything erotic for the time being, not that he didn’t enjoy the erotic play, he was quick to add, but he wanted to relax and enjoy himself without it for a few hours. So Yevgeny, the hypersexual horn dog, that was always up for sex, any time, any place, accepted the boundary his partner laid out and went wandering around the compound, hoping that maybe he’d find Solt, and have a bit of fun with him. Or maybe find a snack that would be good in the kitchen. He made his way to the kitchen where he saw Namir, who he had often caught checking him out, refilling the food and water bowls for the few stray cats they had in the compound. They wanted a dog too, to give them a reason to go outside and see what is going on, but they haven’t found one yet. It was too risky for some of them to go out into the world, their faces would be recognized, which left the married couple the only ones able to interact with the mainstream world safely, they had privileges that kept them safe from too much danger as long as they kept their heads down.“Hey,” Yevgeny greeted, Namir froze hearing his voice, nearly spilling cat kibble everywhere. He set the bag down slowly and turned around, hooking his thumbs on his jean pockets and twisting his ankles, awkwardly, “Hello” he said trying to not sound nervous because there was a guy he found cute talking to him.“Uhm, have you seen Solt?”“Probably busy talking politics with Sinh somewhere, why?”Giving a lazy shrug, Ankara escort bayan “Curiosity. It’s been a minute or two, he hasn’t come to bed, I got used to having a giant heating pad at my back to help me sleep. Hillel runs cold and is a light sleeper, and not a very good big spoon. But he gives good head so I deal with the downsides he may have because it is shit hard to find a mouth like he’s got that takes me so well”“Especially in these times.”“Exactly.”Namir then smirked. “I run hot too you know.” he offered as a weak attempt at a flirt.Yevgeny gave a good-natured laugh sound. “Is that right?” he walked closer, only wearing loose sweat pants, a thin sleeveless t-shirt, hair loose, and his feet bare, making a specific pat sound on the hard concrete. That sound made Namir very … aroused. He had a thing for feet. It was not something he was loud about with Sinh. Yevgeny’s feet were larger than Sinh’s and broader, with flat perfect toenails and sparse sprigs of hair on the toe knuckles. “And how exactly would you keep me warm?”Namir looked up and licked his lips, “With my mouth, my thighs, or…”“Your ass?”“Yeah. I-If you … if you wanted it.”“You want me to fuck you?”“I am very attracted to you, other than Sinh you’re like the hottest guy I have seen in my entire life.” Namir’s words spilled out in a rush of anxiety, and he took a deep breath as his face flushed. Yevgeny smirked finding his awkwardness endearing. “What would your husband say about you fucking another man?”“Well, we have an open marriage, with negotiated terms. We don’t share details but we both give open consent to fuck other people and get other needs met with other people that we cannot meet with each other.” Namir said and nodded. “So if you wanted, you know, someone to keep you warm, I, I’m available.”“Is Sinh the only person you’ve ever been with?”“Yes. We’re in love, and I … have yet to really connect with anyone else the way I connect with him, but .. then you come along and I … think these really visual things when I look at you. And makes me very … aroused.”Yevgeny’s eyes went up and down looking at Namir’s body. “I can see that.”“How? I mean, is it that obvious?”“One, Escort Ankara you’re blushing, and two, you think I haven’t noticed when you check me out when you think I’m not looking, or that Hillel who notices every fucking thing possible, wouldn’t clue me in on you ogling my ass like its a meal you can’t stop drooling over?”“Is my lust unwelcome to you in any way?”Bringing that aqua gaze back up to Namir’s nervous and flushed face, Yevgeny shook his head.“No, it fascinates me, I’m very intrigued, and aroused.”“But you – your dick is–”Yevgeny chuckled. “My dick is plenty hard, just not all the way there. I’m not ginormous or anything but I’m big enough to get the job done. And I’m not bothered by your attraction to me. I’m used to being attractive, I guess you can say.” He said with a cryptic smile. He regarded Namir a moment and then nodded as if making a decision.“C’mon, take me to your room, we can talk more and … fool around a little if you want.”Internally Namir was jumping up and down screaming like a lunatic but he calmly nodded his head too. “Cool, it-it’s this way…” and he nearly fell on his face, tripping over his pants, that Yevgeny moved in a sort of rush of adrenaline to catch him. “Are you okay??” Yevgeny’s tone was sharp and very suddenly paternal to Namir, but in a pleasant way, not in a Freudian way, that had him thinking of his own genetic father, no, no, in a kinky and very sexy way. He nodded. “Yeah, thanks. Quick reflexes you have there.”Yevgeny smirked and they stared at each other a moment there before Namir launched himself toward the other man, both hands framing his face, that Yevgeny either sensed it coming or had a quick recovery and easily kissed him back with equal fervor. Namir tasted like a young white wine, with a surprising splash of blackberry sweetness. Not that the man had been drinking, no, it was that Yevgeny made associations of alcohol to people’s energies, especially those people he kissed and fucked or fucked him. Namir’s taste was refreshing in a light-hearted and almost innocent way. His partners Solt and Hillel, he equated to Yaegar and Single Malt Scotch, respectively. Namir slowly backed Yevgeny to the wall in the hallway near his room. Just kissing him enthusiastically. Yevgeny was not sure where to hold him but he just kissed back until he broke the kiss needing to know where to touch and where not to. “I .. mm, I okay I need to know where I can touch you and where is … not welcome to touch.”
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