fic: the more they stay the same 1/1
TITLE: The More They Stay The Same
AUTHOR: Frala
E-MAIL: frala at hotmail dot com
DISTRIBUTION: Just at Perchance to Dream
DISCLAIMER: I neither claim any ownership to any of the characters aside from the ones I made up. And I'm not implying anything about any of the characters in real life. Its all fiction, none of it actually happened, I made it all up.
AN: Thank you as always to Mae, and Brenn, for the beta. ♥
RATING: NC 17 slash.
CHARACTERS: Ryan Kesler, Patrick Eaves (Eaves pov) Mentions of Zach Parise, and Phil Kessel.
SUMMARY: Things change, but sometimes it's good.
~~
Things were different when we were kids. Yeah, they had to change and all... of course, but a whole lot has.
I see Zach and Phil a lot, but I hardly ever see the Ryans. Suter or Kes. But tonight Kes is in town... even if I have to go to Hull to pick him up. I don't even know exactly how to get there... the Minnesota plates let me get me away with a little I think though.
But I still get a little lost, and have to do some fancy driving to get back on track. Ryan is right where he said he'd be though, of course, that's a big plus... or would be if me being late didn’t give him something to razz me about. Fucker.
I get a huge hug and kiss, and then boom I get the 'what, did you get lost' comment and the big laugh about it when I don’t lie. Then he starts in on the car.
"Dude, it's an Audi..." I think that's a valid argument.
"So you paid a lot for a car that makes you look like a college kid?"
"Fuck you, at least I don't drive a hummer Snoop Dogg."
Yadda yadda yadda.
It's all with love though.
Or something.
I'm not even repeating what he says about my shoes. Whatever it is with us, it stays that way all the way back to my apartment. I've been to his place so he has no room to talk about that at least. They're both better now than places we've lived in Bingo and Winnipeg at any rate, so we're way ahead of the game.
Even if maybe the décor is still looking a little bit like a college kid with money lives here... then again, I kind of am a college kid with money, so what the fuck ever.
Kes settles into the couch while I get us beers. "Look at us drinking legally."
"Dude, I've been drinking legally for three years now." He smirks, and ignores my middle finger, tugging me down on him instead.
Yeah, I'm not going to argue with that. He kisses me before he takes a sip. I think that's a pretty good sign that things are going to be fun tonight. I'm still going to have him home by curfew like a good boy should be, but he's going to be a little more ravaged than he was when I picked him up.
We've finished off a few more beers each before he kisses me again, but we're not even half done the kiss before our shirts are off. Non half drunk, fumbling, crazy sex might be new for us... and I kind of want it that way.
I'm straddling his hips and with just a quick move, he grasps my ass and flips me onto my back, pressing me down with all of his weight. Man, I like the hell out of that. His hands are all fucking over me... I like that even more.
Our pants are tossed away, and underwear too, and it's just him pressing down on me. Everywhere. Fuck yeah. I have no idea how long we lay there, kissing, and groping, and grinding, but by the time he's in me I'll be ready to fucking come already.
And I don’t really care.
He kisses me soft and gets off me to get a condom, tossing a few more on the floor in front of us and he pounces me again, kissing me harder this time.
Maybe a little more than just ravaged.
I'm expecting him to fuck me like usual, so I'm a little surprised when he slides the condom down on my dick and climbs up over my hips. He's looking down at me, his hands all over my chest and stomach, half growling for me to keep my hands to my side for now as he grinds to my cock. I can't see it but I can tell his fingers are busy getting himself ready now. Fucking hot.
One quick movement and he has me deep inside him. Fuck! He's tight and awesome and... so fucking... good. Of course all he gets out of me is his name and my hips thrusting up, fucking him just as hard as he's riding me.
My hand is on his cock so fucking fast when he says I can, and we both manage to move even faster and harder... god knows how long it is before we cry out and collapse against each other again, his cum slick and sticky between us, and we're kissing again.
We don’t go in much for sweet words of any or that kind of stuff but there's a few seconds of whispering each other's name and soft kisses work for me. Soon enough it'll be back to the ribbing and razzing anyway, but for right now I like this.
All of us have changed a lot, but we all still have a lot of fun whenever we can hook up. I'm really glad that this is one of the things that hasn't changed.
THE END
AUTHOR: Frala
E-MAIL: frala at hotmail dot com
DISTRIBUTION: Just at Perchance to Dream
DISCLAIMER: I neither claim any ownership to any of the characters aside from the ones I made up. And I'm not implying anything about any of the characters in real life. Its all fiction, none of it actually happened, I made it all up.
AN: Thank you as always to Mae, and Brenn, for the beta. ♥
RATING: NC 17 slash.
CHARACTERS: Ryan Kesler, Patrick Eaves (Eaves pov) Mentions of Zach Parise, and Phil Kessel.
SUMMARY: Things change, but sometimes it's good.
~~
Things were different when we were kids. Yeah, they had to change and all... of course, but a whole lot has.
I see Zach and Phil a lot, but I hardly ever see the Ryans. Suter or Kes. But tonight Kes is in town... even if I have to go to Hull to pick him up. I don't even know exactly how to get there... the Minnesota plates let me get me away with a little I think though.
But I still get a little lost, and have to do some fancy driving to get back on track. Ryan is right where he said he'd be though, of course, that's a big plus... or would be if me being late didn’t give him something to razz me about. Fucker.
I get a huge hug and kiss, and then boom I get the 'what, did you get lost' comment and the big laugh about it when I don’t lie. Then he starts in on the car.
"Dude, it's an Audi..." I think that's a valid argument.
"So you paid a lot for a car that makes you look like a college kid?"
"Fuck you, at least I don't drive a hummer Snoop Dogg."
Yadda yadda yadda.
It's all with love though.
Or something.
I'm not even repeating what he says about my shoes. Whatever it is with us, it stays that way all the way back to my apartment. I've been to his place so he has no room to talk about that at least. They're both better now than places we've lived in Bingo and Winnipeg at any rate, so we're way ahead of the game.
Even if maybe the décor is still looking a little bit like a college kid with money lives here... then again, I kind of am a college kid with money, so what the fuck ever.
Kes settles into the couch while I get us beers. "Look at us drinking legally."
"Dude, I've been drinking legally for three years now." He smirks, and ignores my middle finger, tugging me down on him instead.
Yeah, I'm not going to argue with that. He kisses me before he takes a sip. I think that's a pretty good sign that things are going to be fun tonight. I'm still going to have him home by curfew like a good boy should be, but he's going to be a little more ravaged than he was when I picked him up.
We've finished off a few more beers each before he kisses me again, but we're not even half done the kiss before our shirts are off. Non half drunk, fumbling, crazy sex might be new for us... and I kind of want it that way.
I'm straddling his hips and with just a quick move, he grasps my ass and flips me onto my back, pressing me down with all of his weight. Man, I like the hell out of that. His hands are all fucking over me... I like that even more.
Our pants are tossed away, and underwear too, and it's just him pressing down on me. Everywhere. Fuck yeah. I have no idea how long we lay there, kissing, and groping, and grinding, but by the time he's in me I'll be ready to fucking come already.
And I don’t really care.
He kisses me soft and gets off me to get a condom, tossing a few more on the floor in front of us and he pounces me again, kissing me harder this time.
Maybe a little more than just ravaged.
I'm expecting him to fuck me like usual, so I'm a little surprised when he slides the condom down on my dick and climbs up over my hips. He's looking down at me, his hands all over my chest and stomach, half growling for me to keep my hands to my side for now as he grinds to my cock. I can't see it but I can tell his fingers are busy getting himself ready now. Fucking hot.
One quick movement and he has me deep inside him. Fuck! He's tight and awesome and... so fucking... good. Of course all he gets out of me is his name and my hips thrusting up, fucking him just as hard as he's riding me.
My hand is on his cock so fucking fast when he says I can, and we both manage to move even faster and harder... god knows how long it is before we cry out and collapse against each other again, his cum slick and sticky between us, and we're kissing again.
We don’t go in much for sweet words of any or that kind of stuff but there's a few seconds of whispering each other's name and soft kisses work for me. Soon enough it'll be back to the ribbing and razzing anyway, but for right now I like this.
All of us have changed a lot, but we all still have a lot of fun whenever we can hook up. I'm really glad that this is one of the things that hasn't changed.
THE END