Page 84 of Pistols and Plush Toys

Elliot spent the next week after the dinner party floating on cloud nine. He hung out with Xander, texted him and Gerard and Meredith, and did more to plan and prepare to launch his private chef business.

He also spent so much time with Nikolai, cooking for him, eating with him, talking and laughing. It was so comfortable being in his presence. So easy.

There were kisses. So many kisses, and affectionate touches, and endless praise and smiles.

And every night, before they cuddled up to fall asleep together in Nikolai’s bed, there were other touches too.

Searing heated ones that were accented by softness, because Nikolai always included either Max or Sheep.

It made Elliot squirm that Nikolai continued to do so, but with arousal and pleasure, not embarrassment or shame.

“Elliot?” Nikolai murmured one evening, after they’d finished their episode of Coral Island. Elliot was curled up against Nikolai on the couch in contentment. “I… am having something for you.”

“Have something for me?” Elliot said, tilting up to look at him. “What do you mean?”

“Is maybe gift,” Nikolai said, looking a little uncertain. “But I’m not knowing if… if you would like. Is maybe something you’re not wanting for real.”

“For real?” Elliot parroted, sitting up now. What could Nikolai be so worried about? “If it’s a gift from you I’m sure I’ll like it, but Nikolai… you don’t need to get me anything.”

Nikolai shrugged. “I know. But I like to give you nice thing.”

Elliot’s hand automatically came up to play with his little diamond pendant.

He hadn’t taken it off since Nikolai had put it on him a week ago.

“You’ve already gotten me many nice things.

” He’d gotten Elliot puzzle books, cookware, stuffed toys, his necklace.

Never anything extravagant or fancy in a way that made Elliot uncomfortable.

Always personalized to Elliot, to his likes and wants.

Nikolai huffed. “I’m big important guy, you know? Is good for me to spoil my best boyfriend.”

Elliot giggled and leaned in to kiss Nikolai’s cheek. “Okay, I won’t argue. What is it?”

The uncertain look crossed Nikolai’s face. “I have to show you, I think. But is okay if you don’t like it. Or if it is too much, too soon. Or if it… if it makes you uncomfortable, you say to me and I’ll get rid of it—”

Makes him uncomfortable? Elliot couldn’t begin to guess what kind of gift from Nikolai would do that. “I’m sure I’ll love it,” he said, giving Nikolai a smile. “But if I don’t like it, I’ll be honest with you. How’s that?”

“Yes, okay,” Nikolai said, and drew him in for a kiss. “Thank you,” he said when he pulled back. “Let’s go.”

Nikolai took his hand and Elliot let himself be led. Nikolai first did a circuit of the house, making sure the doors were locked and shutting off the lights as they went.

Then Nikolai led him to their bedroom. Nikolai’s big bedroom, that Elliot was now sharing. He still had his own room for keeping his things, and for a place to go that was just his —Nikolai had insisted, but Elliot now spent his nights and early mornings tangled up with Nikolai in his big bed.

Sitting on said bed was a small box in black wrapping paper, tied in vibrant red silk ribbon.

“If is too much, just say, remember,” Nikolai said again, as they sat down on the bed and he handed Elliot the box.

He was nervous, Elliot realized suddenly. This man who’d faced down enemies with guns, who did all sorts of business for his father, was nervous about how Elliot would take a gift.

Such a sweet man, was Elliot’s Nikolai.

The gift ribbon was decadently soft under Elliot’s fingers, and the knot came apart easily when he pulled. Nikolai pressed close to watch over his shoulder as Elliot peeled away the paper.

The box underneath was a simple white one with a name branded in gold cursive in the center. Elliot didn’t recognize it.

He lifted the lid.

It took him a second to put together what he was looking at. The gift was in two pieces, one all leather straps and buckles, the second a long cylinder of pale purple silicone with a flared base.

Nikolai was tense behind him as Elliot puzzled it over.

Then it hit him all at once what was in the box and Elliot flushed down to his toes. Nikolai had given him a sex toy.

It wasn’t an unwelcome gift. It was even a little… exciting, that Nikolai was thinking of new ways they might experience pleasure together. But… the silicone toy, the cock, looked like it went with the straps. Why would either of them need…?

Elliot looked up at Nikolai, who was watching him with an anxious, hopeful expression.

“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable,” Elliot jumped to assure him. “I just, um, don’t know how we’d… use it?”

Nikolai licked his lips. “Your friends, they have been helping me make you feel good,” he said, and Elliot’s breath stuttered. Was Nikolai really suggesting—? “So I’m thinking you would like something more, maybe? Fezzik is big enough.”

Elliot tried to speak, but nothing came out. His heart sped up, and his cheeks had never been hotter. “O-oh.” He looked down at the toy in the box with wide eyes.

“Is too much,” Nikolai said, reaching around him for the lid of the box. “Sorry.”

“No!” Elliot burst out, putting his hand over the box. “I—I mean, it’s not too much. It’s… I…” He swallowed. Nikolai had never made Elliot feel weird or bad that he liked being touched with his stuffed animals. Never made Elliot feel ashamed that he liked it when those touches were sexual.

And maybe… maybe it was even something that Nikolai liked too. If nothing else, Nikolai made it crystal clear how much he just wanted to make Elliot happy.

Wanted to make Elliot feel good.

“I think I’d like that,” Elliot got out, around a dry throat. He couldn’t look away from the purple toy. Couldn’t stop from imagining it inside him.

His breath came quicker. “I’d like to try,” he said in a rush. “What… what would Fezzik do?”

“You want to hear what I’m thinking?” Nikolai asked, leaning in. His voice was a rumble in Elliot’s ear.

“Y-yeah,” Elliot said, shivering. “What were you thinking about when you bought this?”

Nikolai’s hands slid to settle on Elliot’s thighs. Elliot was wearing a soft pair of sweatpants, but he could feel the heat of Nikolai through them.

“I’m thinking of Fezzik inside you, making you feel good, while I’m using my hands, my mouth,” Nikolai said, nuzzling his throat. “Kissing you. Touching you.” His hands grazed along the inner seam of Elliot’s pants. “Making you come in my mouth.”

Elliot sucked in a shaky inhale. He suddenly wanted that desperately. With every fiber of his being. “Okay,” he breathed. “Yes, please, yes I-I want that.”

“Anything you want, Котик,” Nikolai said, cupping his cheek and leaning in for a kiss.

They lost themselves to kissing for a long while. When they finally pulled apart, Elliot was panting and Nikolai was also breathing harder.

”Can we… now?” Elliot asked, eyes going back down to the toy in the box.

Nikolai smiled, thumb caressing his cheek. “Now is good. You go get ready. I will get Fezzik.”

Fezzik was so big that he still mostly lived in Elliot’s bedroom, where Elliot used him for afternoon cuddling. “Okay,” Elliot said, standing up from the bed. He stumbled a little in his eagerness, and when he looked back at Nikolai, his expression was smoldering.

Elliot turned and marched himself to the bathroom, stomach full of butterflies, and took a quick but thorough shower. Every movement made him jumpy with anticipation, knowing what waited for him when he was done.

By the time Elliot had wrapped a towel around his hips and left the bathroom, nude but for said towel and his necklace, Nikolai had Fezzik in the bed and looked to be finishing putting the straps on him.

Nikolai was down to only underwear, and it was hard for Elliot to decide where to look. Fezzik had dark leather straps tucked snugly around his waist, and the purple cock was laying beside him on the bed. Nikolai’s cock was a bulge in his briefs, his interest obvious.

Elliot made it to bed before his wobbly legs could give out on him.

“There you are.” Nikolai said, holding out a hand to draw him closer, then kissing him softly.

He was so, so careful with Elliot.

“Ready?” Nikolai asked, the question an offer, not a push.

“Yeah,” Elliot said at once, bobbing his head. “Please.”

Under Nikolai’s direction, Elliot was stripped of his towel and laid down gently on his back against Fezzik, making a bed of all that soft, plush fur. Fezzik was so big that sometimes Elliot took naps sprawled over him.

But he hadn’t done anything like this, apart from that one night.

He looked up at Nikolai above him and felt pinned down by his gaze. A hand reached down and touched the pendant, the only thing he was still wearing.

“Beautiful,” Nikolai said, and Elliot knew he wasn’t talking about the necklace.

His lips parted, a plea, and Nikolai leaned down, kissing him breathless but not touching him. It was winding Elliot up and up, and he wanted more.

“Nikolai, please,” Elliot begged, when Nikolai pulled away.

Nikolai smiled at him and hummed, pleased, as he reached for the purple silicone.

Elliot widened the splay of his legs so Nikolai could get to the straps Fezzik was wearing, fiddling with them before slotting the cock through the central ring and tightening one of the last straps.

The cock jutted up from between Elliot’s legs, and he bit his lip on the whine. He wanted.

“No biting,” Nikolai said as he leaned back down over Elliot to catch his mouth. This kiss was less sweet, more desire, and Elliot whimpered into it. His hand found the back of Nikolai’s neck and pulled him in, opening his mouth when Nikolai’s tongue requested entry.

“Ready to open for us? Nikolai asked as they broke apart.