Disclaimer: I do not own either of the Mission: Impossible series or any of the characters therein. I receive no compensation or any other tangible benefit from this story. I am just a fan who enjoys taking the team out for an adventure every now and then. 🙂
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WARNING: This story is "slash" fiction, depicting a romantic / sexual relationship between Nicholas and Max. I know that there are people who prefer not to read those types of stories. If that's you, please don't read any further. Please see my author's note for more information.
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The mission was over, but there were no flights leaving Sardavia until the next morning. The team was forced to check into a hotel for the night. As was customary, Shannon got a room to herself, while Grant paired off with Jim and Max paired off with Nicholas.
Max unlocked the door to the hotel room and went inside, with Nicholas two steps behind. The dark-haired agent paused to close the door and lock the deadbolt, while Max placed his suitcase on the bureau and yawned.
"Finally, some downtime," said the blond, as his teammate laid his suitcase down beside Max's on the bureau.
"Not much," Nicholas remarked. "We have to be at the airport by seven in the morning."
"Don't remind me," Max mumbled, trying unsuccessfully to stifle another yawn and gazing longingly at the queen-sized beds. "Out all night sweating with you and those missiles, I don't know which I want first -- a shower or a nap."
"A shower sounds nice," said Nicholas suggestively, eager to resume their secret romance, reaching up from behind to place both hands on his lover's broad shoulders.
Max winced and gritted his teeth; he managed to avoid crying out in pain, but he couldn't stop his muscles from tightening up beneath Nicholas' fingers.
The dark-haired agent promptly removed his hands. "What is it, Max?" he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
"Just sore muscles." Max waved off Nicholas' concern, then opened his suitcase and got out a change of clothes. "I guess a hot shower is in order."
Nicholas waited for Max to respond to his earlier suggestion and invite him to join, but the blond remained silent as he started toward the bathroom.
"Want some company?' Nicholas called after him.
Max sighed heavily as he turned around and walked back to his friend.
"Nick," he said softly, reaching up to stroke the shorter man's cheek, "I love you. You know that. And we can pick up where we left off when we get back home. But it's been a rough couple of days. I just want to take a shower and go to bed." He planted a kiss on Nicholas' forehead. "Can you forgive me?"
"Sure, Max," Nicholas replied, forcing a smile and trying hard to hide his disappointment.
Max returned his smile, then went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaving Nicholas alone with his thoughts.
He trusted Max when he said he still loved him -- there was no reason to think otherwise. It just wasn't like him to pass up an opportunity for intimacy; in fact, throughout their relationship Max had been the more assertive one. Those sore muscles must really be giving him trouble, Nicholas reasoned. It was a thought which simultaneously bothered him and spawned an idea.
Nicholas walked over to the bathroom door and tried the knob. It turned, and Nicholas grinned to himself. Hastily he disrobed and slipped into the bathroom, allowing the door to close with a click so that Max would hear the noise and not be startled.
"Nick, is that you?" the blond called over the noise of the water flowing.
"It's me, Max," Nicholas answered, then he pulled back the shower curtain slightly. "I thought you could use some help with those sore muscles," he smiled, as he slipped into the bathtub behind the blond.
But in the next moment, Nicholas' smile faded and he sucked in his breath sharply as his gaze fell upon Max's bare back, which was covered in red and blue marks of various shapes and sizes. There was no doubt that Captain Udo and his men had given Max a far worse beating than he had disclosed.
"My God, Max," he swore softly. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Max turned to face his partner, and Nicholas' stomach lurched to see that his chest looked very much the same. "I didn't want you to know," the blond agent answered, his voice barely audible over the still-running water. "I knew you'd worry."
"Well, of course I'd worry," Nicholas snapped indignantly.
Max's face fell and he looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry, Nick," he whispered, and he reached around to turn off the water. But suddenly, Nicholas grasped his arm.
"Max, wait."
The blond turned back to face his partner, though still avoiding his gaze. Nicholas crooked his finger beneath Max's chin and lifted it gently until his brown eyes met Max's blue ones. "I'm sorry I snapped at you," he said tenderly. "Please let me help. I promise I'll be gentle."
The look in his lover's eyes shook Max to the core. As much as he thought about declining the offer, he couldn't break Nicholas' heart. He sighed and smiled slightly. "All right," he relented.
Nicholas returned his smile, then he reached for the soap and worked his hands into a thick lather. Then, slowly and gently, he rubbed them across Max's bare chest and along his shoulders and arms.
Max closed his eyes. The combination of his partner's touch and the warm water coursing over his shoulders felt so good, and he felt his pain and tension slipping away. But as the massage continued, Max became aware of something else -- a swelling in his midsection.
Nicholas, focused on his task and being careful not to hurt Max further, didn't notice at first. After a few moments of working on Max's chest, he instructed the blond to turn around.
"Not yet, Nick," Max said breathlessly.
"What's wrong?" Nicholas asked worriedly. "Am I hurting you?"
Unable to contain his desire any longer, Max leaned forward and covered his partner's lips with his own. Nicholas was caught by surprise at first, but quickly found himself reciprocating as Max reached around to grab his hair and take the kiss deeper.
Finally, the two men withdrew to catch their breaths. "Max," Nicholas panted, recalling their earlier conversation, "we don't have to do this."
"Yeah, we do," Max growled. He. pressed his body up against his lover's; Nicholas felt Max's ample hardness against his thigh, and instantly his own body responded in kind.
Max threw an arm around the shorter man and pulled him close until their lips met once again. The blond's right hand tangled itself into Nicholas' dark locks, while his left hand went exploring below his partner's waistline. Nicholas felt his knees almost give way for a moment, then he followed suit, and they kissed with increased fervor.
Max broke the kiss and placed a hand on each shoulder. Nicholas understood the nonverbal cue and turned around, leaning forward slightly and placing his palms against the tile. In seconds, he felt Max enter him, and the blond's grasp moved from his shoulders to his hips.
Max took complete control of the lovemaking, guiding Nicholas' body in a slow, sensual rhythm that brought them both to the brink within minutes. Max moaned softly at the moment of release, and the sound of his voice sent his lover over the top right along with him.
When it was over, Nicholas turned around and stroked Max's cheek. "That was incredible," he said breathlessly.
"Yeah, it was," Max agreed, his lips curled into a sideways grin. He reached around to turn off the still-running shower, then he stepped out of the bathtub.
"Come on," he coaxed, grasping Nicholas' hand and helping him out of the shower and onto the rug. Then he grabbed a towel and gently guided it over every inch of Nicholas' bronze skin.
When Max was finished, Nicholas smiled at his still-dripping partner. "My turn."
Nicholas' touch was even softer, for he knew that Max's upper body was still sore. As he rubbed the towel over the bruised back, his stomach lurched; the marks looked even worse in the bright lights of the hotel bathroom than they had in the darkness behind the shower curtain.
"I'd still like to finish massaging your back," the dark-haired man advised. "These bruises look bad."
"That would be nice," Max answered, "but we're out of the shower now."
"I have other ways to work my magic," Nicholas said with a wink, as he put the towel away. He put his lips close to Max's ear. "Go lie down on your stomach on the bed."
"Is that an invitation?" Max said suggestively, raising an eyebrow.
Nicholas grinned. "Haven't you had enough?" he teased. "Half an hour ago, you said you were too tired."
"Are you complaining?" growled the blond seductively.
"Of course not," Nicholas answered, as Max stretched his tall frame across the bed. "Just try not to fall asleep on me."
"No promises," responded Max with a yawn.
Nicholas sat down beside Max on the bed and squirted some lotion onto his hand. Rubbing it for a bit to knock the chill off, he then placed both hands on Max's shoulders and started his work.
"Ahhhh, that feels good, Nick," Max said with a heavy sigh. But rather than making him sleepy, Max found that his lover's touch -- even without the added effect of the shower -- was causing his middle to swell with desire once again.
When Nicholas was finished with his massage, he leaned down to kiss Max's cheek. "Nick," Max crooned in his ear, his voice low, "I want you."
Nicholas chuckled. "I know."
"I mean right now."
The dark-haired agent's own middle began to swell with anticipation, but it was tempered by mild concern. They'd been intimate less than an hour before, and Max was already tired, and hurting, before then.
"I want you, too, Max, but you really should rest."
"Please, Nick." Max's blue eyes locked with Nicholas' brown ones. "I need to feel you inside me. Then we can rest."
Seeing his sincerity, Nicholas smiled. "Your wish is my command, partner," he said, his voice husky. Max felt the brief touch of cool lotion, then he moaned with pleasure as his lover filled him.
Nicholas' thrusts were passionate but also slow and careful, for his concern for Max's well-being was still at the forefront of his mind nd he certainly did not want to aggravate his lover's injuries any further. He took them both to the point of climax repeatedly, only to slow his rhythm at the last moment and prolong the ecstasy a few seconds more. At last, he could hold it no longer, and the letting go left both men floating on a cloud.
Max turned over on his left side and stretched his arm out across the bed. "Come lay with me, Nick," he urged.
Nicholas did as he was told, and Max wrapped his right arm around his lover. This time, he didn't even try to stifle the yawn that escaped his lips.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening," he said sincerely. "I'm sorry I acted like a jerk and tried to hide the truth from you."
"It doesn't matter, Max, as long as you're safe," Nicholas reassured him. "How are you feeling, by the way?"
"Much better," Max answered honestly. "You have some magic in those hands." He chuckled softly. "And other parts, too."
"As do you," Nicholas returned. "I love you, Max."
"I love you, too, Nick," Max replied drowsily, and seconds later his gentle, even breathing told his partner that he was sound asleep.
Nicholas carefully reached over and lifted the receiver on the hotel phone, then called the front desk and requested a wake up call for the next morning. He briefly considered hopping over to the other queen-sized bed, but quickly decided that he didn't want to move from his current position. Instead, he switched off the bedside lamp, and soon he was asleep -- nestled in Max's strong arms.
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