Title: I Go Out Alone

Author: Webbgirl24

Email: webbgirl24@hotmail.com

Fandom: Jag

Classification: Ficlette PWP/Missing Scene

Pairing: Webb/Alex

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: Defending His Honor (Missing scene)

Disclaimers: No, I don't own the characters. Just playing with them for awhile, I promise to put them back where I found them. The poem that Clayton quotes is the English translation of "I go out on the road alone" by Mikhail Lermontov written in 1841. (No infringement intended.)

Archive: http://www.geocities.com/cknepher, WWOMB, All others, please ask.

Warnings: No huge ones, but if you don't like M/M stories, you really shouldn't be reading this.

2200 Zulu
Murmansk, Russia

Clayton Webb was completely exhausted. It seemed like he had been chasing after Kabir forever. Even longer since he had slept in his own bed. He was just about to get into the shower when he heard a knock at the door of his hotel room. He wasn't expecting anyone so he reached for the gun under his pillow.

"Who is it?"

"Webb, it is me, Alex."

Clayton cracked the door open tentatively. "Alex? I thought you were in your room, asleep."

"I could not sleep. It is too damn cold here." He held up a bottle. "I brought heating fuel for us."

Clayton smiled widely. Alex was a Russian he could get used to working with. "I normally prefer scotch, but what the hell. Vodka will have to do."

He invited Alex into the room and they sat facing each other in two overstuffed chairs that were in the room. The room was somewhat utilitarian, but that was to be expected in Russia. Especially in this part of Russia.

Clayton felt as if he and Alex had known each other for many years. He enjoyed having someone to talk to about something besides the damn war. Alex also seemed to know what subjects could be broached and which ones to avoid. So unlike their mutual friend Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr. Rabb had a way of saying the exact wrong thing at the exact wrong time.

They went through most of the bottle in the first hour. Alex shared stories about growing up in Russia. He talked about how he made the transition from poetry student to Russian Army lawyer. The change in jobs wasn't by choice, but it was something he had settled into.

Clayton shared some of what he could about his life growing up. He talked about how he had loved traveling when he was younger. Now he would give anything to be able to stay at home for at least a week.

By the time they started on the second bottle, which to Clayton seemed to appear from nowhere, Alex was quoting Russian poetry. Clayton thought of how beautiful and sad it was. He remembered a poem he learned from his mother when he was young.

Alone I set out on the road;
The flinty path is sparkling in the mist;
The night is still. The desert harks to God,
And star with star converses.

The vault is overwhelmed with solemn wonder
The earth in cobalt aura sleeps. . .
Why do I feel so pained and troubled?
What do I harbor: hope, regrets?

I see no hope in years to come,
Have no regrets for things gone by.
All that I seek is peace and freedom!
To lose myself and sleep!

But not the frozen slumber of the grave...
I'd like eternal sleep to leave
My life force dozing in my breast
Gently with my breath to rise and fall;

By night and day, my hearing would be soothed
By voices sweet, singing to me of love.
And over me, forever green,
A dark oak tree would bend and rustle.


Alex sat staring at him, wide-eyed. "That's Mikhail Lermontov. I'm surprised that you know his work."

Clayton smiled and lifted his glass again. "I'm a man of many hidden talents my friend." He finished off the vodka in his glass and poured another. "That has always been one of my favorite poems. I guess I always felt that I could relate to it."

"You, my friend, have the soul of a Russian inside you."

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment." Clayton smiled as he made the remark.

Clayton noticed that Alex was now staring at him. He didn't know if it was the vodka, the poetry, or the look in Alex's eyes, but he was definitely feeling something stir. He wasn't sure where this was going, but the part of his brain that was still functioning told him that he wanted it to go somewhere.

Clayton Webb had come to terms with his sexuality when he was still at Harvard. He knew that he was sexually attracted to both men and women. It wasn't something that he generally advertised since there were people, both supposed friend and foe, who would try to use it against him. It wasn't anything he openly denied either. Just like the rest of his private life, he chose not to share it with very many people. It was much safer that way.

Alex's eyes were now peering into Clayton's soul. "Tell me something. When was the last time you slept peacefully?"

Clayton knew that he must look like hell, but he was usually pretty good at hiding it. Obviously, that wasn't the case lately.

"Honestly Alex, I don't remember. It's been weeks since I've been in my own bed, even longer since I've slept comfortably."

Alex pushed himself up out of his chair. "You need to rest your body, mind and soul to be able to do your job properly." He walked slowly around to the back of Clayton's chair. "I know of a few ways to help you to relax."

Clayton felt Alex's hands on his shoulders and he felt a tightening in his groin immediately. Alex started massaging away all the knots and tension that were stored in Clayton's shoulders and neck. "Alex." He wasn't sure what to say. He couldn't deny wanting this, but he felt like he should leave an opening in case Alex came to his senses.

"If you would like me to stop Clayton, tell me."

"I.don't stop, please. That feels wonderful."

"This would be much easier, Clayton, if you were laying down."

Clayton didn't remember deciding to get out of the chair but he was suddenly standing looking into Alex's eyes as his shirt was being removed. He laid on his stomach on the bed. Alex's hands started doing something incredible to him. At the same time they were releasing all the tension in his upper body, they were causing an opposite effect on his cock. It was an exquisite
torture.

Alex slowly released all of the worries and stress of the job. Clayton knew in the back of his mind that tomorrow he would have to go back to hunting Kabir and finding the other Al Qaeda terrorists. At that moment though, none of that mattered. He could allow himself to become lost in the moment.

Finally, he couldn't take being just a by-stander anymore. He rolled onto his back and Alex continued to massage him. Only now, his hands were working their magic on Clayton's chest and stomach. Alex brushed his thumbs over Clayton's nipples. They hardened immediately. Clayton started moaning. He couldn't keep still.

Clayton reached up and took Alex's face into his hands. He looked deep into Alex's eyes and saw the same passion that he was feeling. He leaned up and softly kissed Alex.

It was a very gentle, almost chaste kiss in the beginning. Clayton knew that words were failing him at the moment, but he wanted to show Alex how much he wanted this. Alex's mouth opened slightly and Clayton felt a tongue at his lips requesting permission to enter. Clayton eagerly opened his mouth to fully accept the warm mouth on his.

The kiss had become more insistent and passionate. Alex tasted of vodka and sweetness. Clayton couldn't get enough of him. He felt as though he might come just from kissing the man. He certainly couldn't remember the last time he had been this hard for anyone. Man or woman.

Clayton worked his hands down from Alex's face and started unbuttoning his shirt. He wanted to feel the other man's flesh against his. They were now lying side by side on the bed. As Clayton continued to work to resolve the problem of how many clothes Alex was wearing, Alex was running his hands along Clayton's back and down to his ass.

Finally, Clayton removed Alex's shirt and stared at the wonderful muscles encased in flesh beside him. "Now tovarisch, it's your turn to relax."

Alex moaned as Clayton gently pushed him onto his back. Clayton used his hands to massage the muscles in the other man's chest. At the same time he was using his mouth to kiss, suck and bite his way down the jawline and throat of the younger man. It was taking all of Clayton's restraint not to rip the rest of Alex's clothes off.

Clayton made his way down to Alex's nipples with his mouth. When he reached his goal, he gently sucked one into his mouth while he used fingers to tease and pinch the other. They both hardened in response. Alex's body was now writhing under him. Clayton could also feel the considerable bulge against his leg.

It was Alex's turn to beg now. "Please Clayton. I don't know how much longer I will be able to last."

Clayton smiled at the need and hunger that he heard in the other man's voice. It made him even harder knowing that the need and hunger were all for him. He leaned down and whispered into Alex's ear. "Tell me what you want Alex."

"You.inside of me. Please."

There was definitely no way that Clayton could deny a request like that. There were more practical matters that needed to be considered at the moment though. "Alex, do you have.supplies?"

Alex was visibly having a difficult time breathing. "My jacket pocket."

Clayton cocked an eyebrow. Had Alex been planning this evening? Just thinking of that aroused Clayton more. He reached for Alex's jacket and pulled out a strip of condoms and a tube of lubricant. He couldn't help but chuckle. "I didn't think that Russians were noted for their optimism."

"We are like your boy scouts. Always prepared." Alex looked up at Clayton as he said this and must have realized what might be inferred from his statement. "No, I don't do this all the time. It's just that when I saw you on the dock when you arrived."

Clayton let Alex's words sink in. This man really did want him. This wasn't just some drunken night where they happened to fall into bed together. There was much more to it. Clayton knew that thoughts of an actual relationship were out of the question, but it was much more than just a nameless fuck in the night.

Alex reached up and pulled Clayton down into another kiss. As hard as they both were, neither man wanted this night to end quickly. They were both making a considerable effort for their time together to last as long as possible.

Clayton unbuckled Alex's belt and then unbuttoned the man's pants. He rubbed Alex's growing erection through his boxers. He was tempted to give the man some relief immediately, but decided against it. He wanted to make this good for both of them.

Alex lifted up off the bed as Clayton pulled his pants off. Clayton licked his lips as he stared at the beautiful naked man lying in front of him. The one who wanted him too. Clayton wasted no time in removing his own pants and boxers. His cock was so hard now that it was practically standing straight up.

"Alex, I."

"Please Clayton, I want this so much."

Clayton squeezed some of the lube onto his finger. He leaned down and kissed Alex again as he applied it to the tight ring of muscle. Alex moaned into his mouth as Clayton pushed his finger inside.

Clayton started to suck on Alex's neck as he worked his finger in and out. Another finger joined and he found Alex's prostate. His moan was a growl this time. Clayton worked his way down Alex's body with his mouth. Alternating between lightly grazing with his teeth and licking with his tongue. By the time Clayton reached Alex's cock the younger man was more than ready. Clayton used his tongue to remove the fluid that had accumulated on the tip of Alex's cock.

Clayton couldn't wait any longer. Alex whimpered as the fingers were removed from him. Clayton tore open the condom wrapper as quickly as possible. He put on the condom and applied a liberal amount of the lubricant to his cock.

Clayton positioned himself at Alex's opening and as he entered, he wasn't sure how much more self-control he had. The look on Alex's face was one of pure pleasure. Clayton slowly pushed in. Alex felt so tight and warm.

Once Clayton was all the way in, he just stopped. He wanted to remember this feeling. Remember this time with this man.

Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled out slowly and then changed his angle slightly as he pushed back in. He found the right spot again.

Alex was now pushing up against him. Matching his rhythm and his strokes. Clayton reached down and took the other man's cock into his hand.

It only took a few strokes and then Alex was crying out. It was a mixture of Russian and English.

The tightening of Alex's body and hearing the man scream out his name pushed Clayton over the edge. He pushed all the way into Alex and came as hard as he could ever remember in his life.

Clayton collapsed onto Alex. Finally he carefully pulled out. He had some difficulty making his way to the bathroom where he disposed of the condom as he grabbed a washcloth. He took it back to the bedroom and slowly cleaned them both off.

He couldn't believe that this incredible night was real. He laid down next to Alex on the bed. "So, you'll be staying the night, right?" His hands were slowly roaming over Alex's chest.

"If you do not mind. I do not think that I could walk back to my room." Alex was staring at him with those soul-piercing eyes again.

"I don't mind. You're welcome in my bed for as long as you'd like. Any time you would like."

Clayton kissed Alex deeply again and pulled the covers over both of them. They fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. The most peaceful sleep either could remember in a long time.

END