Twenty Two, crikey :S
Title: You Are My Signal Fire (Part 22)
Characters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White, appearances by Matt Stajan and Kyle Wellwood
Word Count: 1999
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Setting: Gravenhurst, Ontario (Lake Muskoka)
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination. The title is part of the lyrics from snow patrol’s song ‘Signal Fire’. Avvy made by horselovergurl
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Andy's POV
I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but it was hard to concentrate as the guys were playing air guitar to various music from the radio, being the juveniles that they are. Oh to be young again. I had to admit, I preferred hanging around with them to the thrity-something guys on the team, they made everything just a little more exciting. I wasn’t thirty yet but I wasn’t a kid anymore either, it was weird to be stuck in between. I laughed as I looked over at Kyle in the passenger seat playing with invisible drumsticks on the dashboard, drumming a long to some AC/DC.
We drove past the Gravenhurst sign and into the small town making our way to the beer store before it closed. The sun was beginning to set already and the town was beginning to settle down for the night. Matt and Ian ran into the store to get a few cases and Kyle and I sat in the car.
“How you feeling?” Kyle asked, glancing at my arm.
“Okay, I guess.” It was half true. I had to switch about an hour and a half ago because my bones were beginning to ache again, the small fractures in my arm twinging painfully after the stiffness of driving. My hand was shaking slightly in my lap, Kyle glanced down at it and I shifted it under my leg to hide it.
“I don’t know about that. You want more don’t you?”
Yes… “More what?” I feigned innocence.
“Morphine. Ian mentioned you were taking them pretty frequently.”
Not enough. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about!” I looked out the window avoiding his gaze, anger building. “He shouldn’t be talking to you guys about it anyways.”
“He’s worried about you. We all are.”
“Stay out of it Kyle!” My teeth ground together angrily.
“Look don’t be mad Andrew, we’re just looking out for you.”
“I won’t tell you again, next time…” The trunk opened as Ian and Matt loaded the beer in the trunk, I hadn’t even heard them coming. As they got in the car, Ian looked at me concerned by my outburst.
“Next time what?”
“It’s nothing. Just drive, Kyle.”
He frowned and obliged to the request, obviously not looking to get into a fight. Everyone was quiet the rest of the way there, Kyle had barely turned off the ignition when I was out the door, retrieving my bag from the trunk and making my way up to my room. I was at the top of the stairs when Matt’s voice called after me, “Dinner’ll be ready at 8!”
“Whatever,” I muttered under my breath. Mature response. I threw my bag in the corner of the room and threw open the French doors out to the tiny balcony, throwing myself in a chair and looking out over the orange, glistening lake.
I ran a shaky hand through my hair in frustration, the sun now a semi-circle on the horizon dying the clouds different warm shades of orange and pink. The door squeaked open behind me and then shut with a click. I crossed my arms, squeezing my hands between my sides and my arms to conceal their quivering.
“You want to talk about it?” his soft voice came from the doorway behind me.
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
His sigh was followed by a scraping noise as he dragged the other chair over beside mine, he held out his hand for me to take his, but I left them firmly in place as was. He let his hand rest on my arm rest for a moment longer and then brought it back to his lap, giving in to my stubbornness.
“Okay”, his voice wasn’t angry, it was perfectly even and comforting. And so we sat, in a comfortable silence, watching the sun set over the lake with his hand eventually making its way to its usual resting place on my inner thigh. The smell of steak on the BBQ soon reached our nostrils and my stomach rumbled grumpily at me. I let my hand escape its hiding place for a moment to squeeze my stomach, forgetting for a moment how badly it was shaking.
Before I could put it back, Ian reached out and grabbed it pulling it forward. My hand trembled uncontrollably as I tried to yank it out of his grip, “Look at you! How long has this been going on?”
I managed to pull it away finally, but it was too late, he’d already seen. His concerned face was hard to ignore, “Look, I’ll be fine. I’m sure it will go away tomorrow. It’s only the first day I’ve been off it.”
He didn’t look convinced but I was saved by Matt’s voice, “Dinner’s ready! Hurry your asses up and get down here before Kyle eats it all!”
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After we’d gone through a case of beer between the four of us, Ian and I decided to retire to our room. I stood in the middle of the room and I thought he was going to bring it up again since we were alone, but he didn’t. Instead he just sauntered up to me slowly, standing on his toes to kiss me and wrapping his leg around mine. It pulled me in close to his body, my thigh pushed up between his legs.
As if through drunken recall I got flashbacks from our first night here in this room. Ian was pushing me through the door, our lips locked together as he ripped the buttons off my shirt in an attempt to disrobe me quickly. He mentioned something about wanting to do this since the moment he first saw me, I just grinned like an idiot as I unzipped his jeans.
I shook my head coming back to the present, “Um…you okay Andrew?”
“Uh…yeah. Just remembering our first night here together.”
His grin widened, “Mmmm, that was a good night. Too bad you can’t remember most of it.”
“It’s coming back to me now,” I leaned in to kiss him back, but he pulled away a teasing smile on his face. I made another attempt but he avoided me still.
“Don’t be a tease Ian, you know how that gets to me!” I grabbed his head in both hands to hold him still and pushed our lips together, Ian keeping his lips firmly shut continuing to drive me crazy. Hm…how to get him to open that mouth.
My hand dropped down to his jeans and squeezed the bulge in his pants firmly, he moaned and I took advantage of it by shoving my tongue into his mouth. He laughed at my tactics, sucking on my tongue gratefully.
He grabbed my unbandaged arm, sucking on the webbing between my thumb and index finger, sending a tingling sensation down my spine and making its way to my groin, my knees feeling that usual weakness that Ian inflicted on them. From there he planted open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin of my wrist, making his way up to my inner elbow. Spots I had never really paid attention to were suddenly awakened with the pleasurable tickling of his lips and tongue.
Ian’s POV
He sat down on the edge of the bed as I ripped off his t-shirt, grinding his hips into mine as I sat on his lap. Teasing his lips open with my tongue I continued the pressure on his pelvis with my agile hips. He let his tongue sink into my mouth and I grabbed it lightly with my teeth, holding it in place as I tickled his tongue with mine. He groaned into the kiss, groping my butt through my jeans and pulling me into him.
I got up momentarily to undress quickly and to slide his pants and boxers down his legs before hopping back on to his lap, grinding my hips more desperately into his as we rubbed up against each other. I sucked on his finger, making him moan some more before he stuck it inside me. I nipped at his ear lobe at the entry, sharing a little bit of that pleasurable pain with him.
A few minutes later I was ready for him and I sank slowly on to his cock, my muscles tense and then slowly beginning to relax as he eased into me.
“Fuck me Andrew. Fuck me hard.” His hot, rapid breathing on my neck as I spoke into his ear sent, if possible, more blood to the areas that needed it. He growled, biting into my sinewy neck, “With pleasure.”
He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his back again as he carried me over to the wall, slamming me against it. He began thrusting his hips up into me as I was crushed in between him and the wall, I used my legs as leverage and moved my hips along with his. “Oh god! Andrew! Harder!”
He obliged, pushing me harder into the wall with his pelvis, thrusting deeper into me than ever. Fuck, he felt so good and I let him know just how much with my moaning his name. Sweat was pouring from his brow now as he plowed into me, “I fucking love you.” I managed in between short breaths.
He just smiled that deviously charming smile, again not answering. Fucking any disappointment at not hearing the words out of me. Well almost, I was pretty stubborn, “How long is…oh my god! …it going to t-take before you forgive me completely. OH fuck!”
He pushed a little harder into me, his pelvis flush against mine, “Do we have to talk about this now?” he panted as he licked up the vein pulsing in my neck, the sensation of his tongue driving me insane and I squeezed his sides tightly in between my thighs. “Mmm…touch yourself,” he commanded, “since I only have one hand.”
I replied to his thrusting, with a little thrusting of my own as my hand worked over myself. Andrew’s eyes following my movements for a bit, a glazed expression on his face and then locking his eyes on mine as we stared at each other, grins increasing further on our faces as the waves of ecstasy continued to flow.
As he felt me beginning to orgasm he pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, the sensory overload just totally blew my mind and I came all over his stomach. A few thrusts later Andrew came too, leaning against my chest in exhaustion as we pushed against the wall.
After he recovered some, he carried me into the bathroom and into the shower to cool down and clean off. I pulled off him in the stand-up shower and hugged him close as he turned on the faucet, letting the temperature of the water be a little bit cooler than normal. The cold water felt nice against our hot skin though, and I sucked on his chest a little longer, tasting the sweat of our labours before it would be washed away.
I was pleased when I looked down to see that his hand wasn’t shaking as badly as it had been before. His orgasm had clearly released some of his pent up craving for his medicine, at least for the time being. I suspected that our battle with this was not over just yet. I’d be here to help him though, I kissed the back of his neck wrapping my arms around him as if he could hear my thoughts. He turned his head and smiled back at me as he scrubbed his chest with his good arm.
As we lay in bed cool, clean and relaxed, I was greeted my Andrew’s deep breathing, indicating his sleeping state. I sat up in bed with the nightstand light on reading a book, my concentration frequently being broken by my need to look over at him. I grinned to myself, glad that I hadn’t messed things up with him completely.
Characters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White, appearances by Matt Stajan and Kyle Wellwood
Word Count: 1999
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Setting: Gravenhurst, Ontario (Lake Muskoka)
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination. The title is part of the lyrics from snow patrol’s song ‘Signal Fire’. Avvy made by horselovergurl
|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 || Part 13 || Part 14 || Part 15 || Parts 16 & 17 || Part 18 || Part 19 || Part 20 || Part 21 ||
Andy's POV
I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but it was hard to concentrate as the guys were playing air guitar to various music from the radio, being the juveniles that they are. Oh to be young again. I had to admit, I preferred hanging around with them to the thrity-something guys on the team, they made everything just a little more exciting. I wasn’t thirty yet but I wasn’t a kid anymore either, it was weird to be stuck in between. I laughed as I looked over at Kyle in the passenger seat playing with invisible drumsticks on the dashboard, drumming a long to some AC/DC.
We drove past the Gravenhurst sign and into the small town making our way to the beer store before it closed. The sun was beginning to set already and the town was beginning to settle down for the night. Matt and Ian ran into the store to get a few cases and Kyle and I sat in the car.
“How you feeling?” Kyle asked, glancing at my arm.
“Okay, I guess.” It was half true. I had to switch about an hour and a half ago because my bones were beginning to ache again, the small fractures in my arm twinging painfully after the stiffness of driving. My hand was shaking slightly in my lap, Kyle glanced down at it and I shifted it under my leg to hide it.
“I don’t know about that. You want more don’t you?”
Yes… “More what?” I feigned innocence.
“Morphine. Ian mentioned you were taking them pretty frequently.”
Not enough. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about!” I looked out the window avoiding his gaze, anger building. “He shouldn’t be talking to you guys about it anyways.”
“He’s worried about you. We all are.”
“Stay out of it Kyle!” My teeth ground together angrily.
“Look don’t be mad Andrew, we’re just looking out for you.”
“I won’t tell you again, next time…” The trunk opened as Ian and Matt loaded the beer in the trunk, I hadn’t even heard them coming. As they got in the car, Ian looked at me concerned by my outburst.
“Next time what?”
“It’s nothing. Just drive, Kyle.”
He frowned and obliged to the request, obviously not looking to get into a fight. Everyone was quiet the rest of the way there, Kyle had barely turned off the ignition when I was out the door, retrieving my bag from the trunk and making my way up to my room. I was at the top of the stairs when Matt’s voice called after me, “Dinner’ll be ready at 8!”
“Whatever,” I muttered under my breath. Mature response. I threw my bag in the corner of the room and threw open the French doors out to the tiny balcony, throwing myself in a chair and looking out over the orange, glistening lake.
I ran a shaky hand through my hair in frustration, the sun now a semi-circle on the horizon dying the clouds different warm shades of orange and pink. The door squeaked open behind me and then shut with a click. I crossed my arms, squeezing my hands between my sides and my arms to conceal their quivering.
“You want to talk about it?” his soft voice came from the doorway behind me.
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
His sigh was followed by a scraping noise as he dragged the other chair over beside mine, he held out his hand for me to take his, but I left them firmly in place as was. He let his hand rest on my arm rest for a moment longer and then brought it back to his lap, giving in to my stubbornness.
“Okay”, his voice wasn’t angry, it was perfectly even and comforting. And so we sat, in a comfortable silence, watching the sun set over the lake with his hand eventually making its way to its usual resting place on my inner thigh. The smell of steak on the BBQ soon reached our nostrils and my stomach rumbled grumpily at me. I let my hand escape its hiding place for a moment to squeeze my stomach, forgetting for a moment how badly it was shaking.
Before I could put it back, Ian reached out and grabbed it pulling it forward. My hand trembled uncontrollably as I tried to yank it out of his grip, “Look at you! How long has this been going on?”
I managed to pull it away finally, but it was too late, he’d already seen. His concerned face was hard to ignore, “Look, I’ll be fine. I’m sure it will go away tomorrow. It’s only the first day I’ve been off it.”
He didn’t look convinced but I was saved by Matt’s voice, “Dinner’s ready! Hurry your asses up and get down here before Kyle eats it all!”
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After we’d gone through a case of beer between the four of us, Ian and I decided to retire to our room. I stood in the middle of the room and I thought he was going to bring it up again since we were alone, but he didn’t. Instead he just sauntered up to me slowly, standing on his toes to kiss me and wrapping his leg around mine. It pulled me in close to his body, my thigh pushed up between his legs.
As if through drunken recall I got flashbacks from our first night here in this room. Ian was pushing me through the door, our lips locked together as he ripped the buttons off my shirt in an attempt to disrobe me quickly. He mentioned something about wanting to do this since the moment he first saw me, I just grinned like an idiot as I unzipped his jeans.
I shook my head coming back to the present, “Um…you okay Andrew?”
“Uh…yeah. Just remembering our first night here together.”
His grin widened, “Mmmm, that was a good night. Too bad you can’t remember most of it.”
“It’s coming back to me now,” I leaned in to kiss him back, but he pulled away a teasing smile on his face. I made another attempt but he avoided me still.
“Don’t be a tease Ian, you know how that gets to me!” I grabbed his head in both hands to hold him still and pushed our lips together, Ian keeping his lips firmly shut continuing to drive me crazy. Hm…how to get him to open that mouth.
My hand dropped down to his jeans and squeezed the bulge in his pants firmly, he moaned and I took advantage of it by shoving my tongue into his mouth. He laughed at my tactics, sucking on my tongue gratefully.
He grabbed my unbandaged arm, sucking on the webbing between my thumb and index finger, sending a tingling sensation down my spine and making its way to my groin, my knees feeling that usual weakness that Ian inflicted on them. From there he planted open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin of my wrist, making his way up to my inner elbow. Spots I had never really paid attention to were suddenly awakened with the pleasurable tickling of his lips and tongue.
Ian’s POV
He sat down on the edge of the bed as I ripped off his t-shirt, grinding his hips into mine as I sat on his lap. Teasing his lips open with my tongue I continued the pressure on his pelvis with my agile hips. He let his tongue sink into my mouth and I grabbed it lightly with my teeth, holding it in place as I tickled his tongue with mine. He groaned into the kiss, groping my butt through my jeans and pulling me into him.
I got up momentarily to undress quickly and to slide his pants and boxers down his legs before hopping back on to his lap, grinding my hips more desperately into his as we rubbed up against each other. I sucked on his finger, making him moan some more before he stuck it inside me. I nipped at his ear lobe at the entry, sharing a little bit of that pleasurable pain with him.
A few minutes later I was ready for him and I sank slowly on to his cock, my muscles tense and then slowly beginning to relax as he eased into me.
“Fuck me Andrew. Fuck me hard.” His hot, rapid breathing on my neck as I spoke into his ear sent, if possible, more blood to the areas that needed it. He growled, biting into my sinewy neck, “With pleasure.”
He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his back again as he carried me over to the wall, slamming me against it. He began thrusting his hips up into me as I was crushed in between him and the wall, I used my legs as leverage and moved my hips along with his. “Oh god! Andrew! Harder!”
He obliged, pushing me harder into the wall with his pelvis, thrusting deeper into me than ever. Fuck, he felt so good and I let him know just how much with my moaning his name. Sweat was pouring from his brow now as he plowed into me, “I fucking love you.” I managed in between short breaths.
He just smiled that deviously charming smile, again not answering. Fucking any disappointment at not hearing the words out of me. Well almost, I was pretty stubborn, “How long is…oh my god! …it going to t-take before you forgive me completely. OH fuck!”
He pushed a little harder into me, his pelvis flush against mine, “Do we have to talk about this now?” he panted as he licked up the vein pulsing in my neck, the sensation of his tongue driving me insane and I squeezed his sides tightly in between my thighs. “Mmm…touch yourself,” he commanded, “since I only have one hand.”
I replied to his thrusting, with a little thrusting of my own as my hand worked over myself. Andrew’s eyes following my movements for a bit, a glazed expression on his face and then locking his eyes on mine as we stared at each other, grins increasing further on our faces as the waves of ecstasy continued to flow.
As he felt me beginning to orgasm he pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, the sensory overload just totally blew my mind and I came all over his stomach. A few thrusts later Andrew came too, leaning against my chest in exhaustion as we pushed against the wall.
After he recovered some, he carried me into the bathroom and into the shower to cool down and clean off. I pulled off him in the stand-up shower and hugged him close as he turned on the faucet, letting the temperature of the water be a little bit cooler than normal. The cold water felt nice against our hot skin though, and I sucked on his chest a little longer, tasting the sweat of our labours before it would be washed away.
I was pleased when I looked down to see that his hand wasn’t shaking as badly as it had been before. His orgasm had clearly released some of his pent up craving for his medicine, at least for the time being. I suspected that our battle with this was not over just yet. I’d be here to help him though, I kissed the back of his neck wrapping my arms around him as if he could hear my thoughts. He turned his head and smiled back at me as he scrubbed his chest with his good arm.
As we lay in bed cool, clean and relaxed, I was greeted my Andrew’s deep breathing, indicating his sleeping state. I sat up in bed with the nightstand light on reading a book, my concentration frequently being broken by my need to look over at him. I grinned to myself, glad that I hadn’t messed things up with him completely.