Until Now (Part 6)
Title: Until Now
Chapter: 6
Pairing: Vincent Lecavalier / Ben Clymer
Disclaimer: We don't own these boys...we just wish we did. What follows is a work of complete fiction.
Notes: Takes place during the Tampa Bay Lightning's 1999-2000 season
Written by:
hockey_joy and
ovielove
Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5
Ben and I sat down in the restaurant for our first dinner out together, it was the first night I had felt like going somewhere and we ended up at a quiet little place on the beach which was perfect. I glanced at him as he sat across the small table from me, the candle in the middle of the checker tablecloth throwing shadows over his face. The server placed menus in front of us, explaining the specials. I grinned, “I don’t need this,” handing her back the menu, “I’ll have that second one with the fettucine and seafood please.” Ben laughed and continued to peruse the menu. I reached for my water glass and sat back, taking a long drink, taking in the man across from me. I slipped my foot out of my sandal and ran it slowly up his bare leg, over his shorts until it was resting against his crotch. I could see his knuckles turn white as he held his menu and his voice was strained as he gave his order to the server. As soon as she left he turned to me, shaking his head. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? I didn’t do anything!” I grinned over the rim of my water glass, wiggling my toes against him.
“Fuck you,” I said softly, grinning and shifting as his toes began to make sitting uncomfortable. He just sat there, that damn grin on his face as he continued to rub, his foot changing speeds and pressure with as much dexterity as his fingers. I squirmed again, not completely sure if I was trying to throw him off or spur him on. The waitress returned with our drinks and I gave him a warning look, but he ignored me. When we were alone again, I leaned across the table so only he could hear. “If you don’t knock it off I’m going to pull you under the table and take you right here.” He wiggled his eyebrows and I reached for the bread, tearing off a chunk and tossing it at him. Soon the pressure of his foot started to be too much, and I leaned my head back, my eyes closed, not caring who saw me. Suddenly the movement stopped and I slowly lifted my head, still in a trance as I tried to figure out where his touch had gone.
I watched Ben’s eyes as he blinked slowly, his gaze heavy with desire as they met mine. I gave him a slow smile as I slipped my sandal back on and stood up, leaning close to him, my mouth against his ear, “You like that? You like me making you want to come in public?” I gripped his shoulder with one hand, the other sliding down his chest until it rested on his cock that was straining against his shorts. “Can you stay like that for me?” I squeezed him gently before standing, letting my hand run across his neck as I walked towards the bathroom. I glanced back over my shoulder and grinned as I saw his chest heaving, the tip of his tongue showing between his slightly parted lips. I quickly ducked through the door and washed my hands, just like I always did before dinner. When I came back out, I saw Ben hadn’t moved a muscle.
I watched him striding back towards me, his long legs moving him smoothly across the floor. My cock was still standing at attention, and seeing his lithe body approaching with a smile on his face meant only for me wasn’t helping. He came around to my side and glanced down at his handiwork, smirking at the bulge he had left before sliding into his own seat. The ache in my crotch was intense and I longed for him to grab me by the hand and lead me to the bathroom, the coat closet, the kitchen - anywhere to give me some release. Instead he sat there, calmly buttering a roll and avoiding my gaze, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Vinny,” I hissed across the table, “come with me to the bathroom...please...” Still avoiding my eyes, he shook his head and continued to smile. Then he put down the roll and picked up his water glass, staring intently at me. I watched as he plucked an ice cube out of his water and held it to his lips, then opened his mouth and started sliding it in and out with slow, subtle movements. A drop of water dripped down the corner of his mouth as he continued to suck, and I groaned quietly as I watched it fall.
The sound of Ben’s groan went straight to my stomach, adding to the pool of lust that starting to spread it’s way through my body. I stopped my own moan in my throat as the server appeared with our meals. I dug into my pasta, sucking the long noodles into my mouth. I glanced up at Ben who still hadn’t moved. I nodded towards his plate, “You going to eat that or what? It’s getting cold.” He shook his head slowly, his eyes seeming like they were having a hard time focusing on anything. I broke a piece off my roll and put it in his mouth, “Here, you’re going to need your energy later.” I rubbed my buttery finger over his lips, letting it sit there for a moment. I pulled it back when the server came back to the table, asking if everything was okay. I laughed, “Yeah, everything’s fine, right Ben?” and I nudged him under the table.
I nodded, glaring at him as his foot connected with my dick once more. The waitress glanced at my untouched food and I looked at her apologetically, twitching slightly as Vinny’s toe connected with a particularly sensitive spot. “It’s hot, I’m just letting it cool down.” She nodded and walked away, leaving me to squirm as Vinny continued to prod. I hunched over the table, feeling his foot massage my dick once again, and I gripped the edge of my chair. I was going to come right here, there was nothing I could do, he just kept rubbing. I caught my breath, feeling my muscles tighten...and then he pulled away again. I let out a loud moan as he removed his foot, the frustration overwhelming me to the point that I didn’t notice the people around me stare warily at the noise I just made. I struggled to lift my head off my chest and looked at Vinny, who was staring back at me, his eyes wide and sparkling, his beautiful lips curling into a smile with excitement over what he had almost made me do.
I grinned at the frustration and lust on Ben’s face when he finally looked up at me. I let him just sit there while I continued to eat my dinner, deliberately sucking the noodles in slowly until they were gone. He didn’t touch a bit of his food, letting it go cold. When the server came back to check on us again, I asked her to box his up, telling her he wasn’t feeling well. She cleared the table, asking if we would like some dessert. Ben started to shake his head but I touched the server’s arm to stop her for a minute and I turned to him, “Do you think some ice cream would make you feel better?” I blinked innocently at him, enjoying the power I had over him, “Or do you want to just go home?”
I stared at Vinny, his eyes watching me expectantly. He wanted to play? Fine. I smiled up at the waitress. “You know what? Actually, a little vanilla ice cream would be great, thanks.” Vinny leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms smugly. The waitress brought out the dessert and I bent over the bowl, focusing all my energy on keeping my eyes down, but I couldn’t help but peek over at Vinny. Unfortunately he caught me looking at him and tossed me an impish grin. He brought a spoonful of the ice cream to his lips and ran his tongue over the top of it then brought it slowly into his mouth, sucking just the top layer off before pulling it back out. I licked my lips as he repeated the motion over and over, until the spoon was empty. He then stuck his tongue out and licked it clean...and that was it. I tossed my napkin down, threw some money on the table, and shoved my chair back sharply. Reaching over I grabbed Vinny’s arm and hurried him out of the restaurant, walking behind him in an effort to hide my raging hard-on.
I laughed as Ben forced me towards the door, pushing me out into the warm Florida night. The air was heavy and humid, making my shirt instantly damp and stick to my body. I turned to Ben, biting my lip as I noticed his shirt was doing the same thing, clinging to his broad chest. He walked up close to me, close enough that his breath felt cool on my cheek. I closed my eyes as I breathed in the smell of him, a mix of sweat and soap and heat. I grabbed his hand, pulling him down the sidewalk, not caring if anyone saw. We weren’t far from his place but the walk seemed to take forever, our bodies slow from the oppressing heat inside and out. Ben fumbled with his keys when we got to the door and I took them from his hand, letting us into the building. I pulled him through the door to the stairwell, thinking it would be faster than waiting for the elevator.
Every step I took in the stairwell was agony, as the swelling in my pants had yet to subside since leaving the restaurant. Vinny was running up the steps ahead of me and I watched his shorts cling to his ass as he climbed the stairs until I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached a landing and grabbed him as he started to ascend the next flight, pulling him back down towards me. I pressed him up against the wall and lifted his arms over his head, holding them there as I kissed him hard, my tongue squeezing between his lips. “I need you now,” I growled, biting his bottom lip lightly. His eyes were half-closed with lust but he shook his head and returned the kiss, then grazed his fingertips over my crotch before continuing up the last excruciating flights to my floor. I moaned softly, having no choice but to follow him.
I needed Ben too. I don’t know how my legs carried me the rest of the way up the steps and down the hall to Ben’s door but they did. I still had his keys in my hand and I had the door unlocked by the time he reached me. He was still a few steps away when I turned to push the door open with my shoulder and he closed the distance quickly, maneuvering me into his apartment. The door closed behind us and I darted out a hand to flip the deadbolt before Ben pushed me up against the entrance wall. I pulled his shirt over his head, feeling his chest slick with sweat from the heat outside. I bent my head, licking the side of his neck, tasting his salty skin. He growled and I closed my teeth on his skin before sucking a mark onto him.
The bite pushed me over the edge. I had to have him. I pushed him away gently and hooked a finger into the waistband of his shorts, walking backwards as I pulled him towards the bedroom. I stopped him in front of the bed and pushed him down, then ripped his shirt off and tossed it on the ground. At the sight of his bare, muscular chest heaving with excitement I had the urge to lick him all over, slowly, teasing him with my tongue, but the ache in my groin wouldn’t let me consider it. I ran my thumb along his jaw and slid my hand back into his hair, gripping it in my fingers as I bent down to kiss him. His tongue toyed with mine and I felt my knees weaken. I quickly released him, then knelt down and yanked off his shorts and boxers, leaving him sprawled naked on the bed. He leaned forward and reached for my zipper, but I slapped his hands away lightly. “Flip over on your stomach,” I growled as I reached into the nightstand for a condom and some lube.
I felt a moment of fear as Ben ordered me to turn over but when I glanced back at him, his eyes caught mine and he smiled warmly, everything about him saying that it was okay. I grinned and flopped down, feeling the sheets cool and rough against my skin. I moved slowly, grinding my hips into the mattress, eager for the friction on my cock. I gasped as I felt Ben’s slick finger trace it’s way down my spine, down between my ass. He slowly slipped it in, adding another and I groaned as his fingers started scissoring, stretching me. After a moment which ended too soon, he pulled my hips up as he knelt behind me and I grabbed the sheets above my head, finding a grip on the mattress when I felt the head of his cock press against me. I moved back towards him but the grip he had on my hips stopped me from going further. I let out a strained whimper, “Please... Ben...”
I removed the head of my cock for just a moment, bending over Vinny to kiss his shoulders, the back of his neck, down his back, running my fingers softly over his skin. I wanted to ease his pain and my own, but I wanted him to feel everything at the same time. He shivered as my fingertips traced a path up and down his side and I smiled. I squeezed some lube into my hand and wrapped it around my cock, then returned my hands to his hips and pressed into him again, a little further this time. He bucked against my strong grip, his own strength breaking my hold for a moment. I gasped as he backed into me and quickly pulled out again. I dug my fingers into his hips once more and rammed into him, eliciting a loud moan from Vinny, the force of it propelling us both forward. “Oh, fuck!” I cried out as his muscles contracted around me. Reaching around I grabbed his dick and began stroking as I thrust into him, our sweat-laced bodies sliding up against each other.
The sensation of Ben’s hard, thick cock in me and his hand on my cock was almost too much. I threw my head back, arching my spine as he continued to fuck me. His hand was moving up and down, squeezing harder as it went faster. I felt like I was floating into darkness, my body only being held down by the heat surrounding us, created by us. With a yell, I came into Ben’s hand and he trailed a path back to my hip, digging his fingers into my skin so that I could feel his nails pinching me. He swore and pulled me onto him, hard as he came. His cock pulsed as he emptied himself into me and fell against my back, sending us both onto the mattress. He slowly pulled out and rolled off of me, keeping a hand on my back. I turned my head to look at him as he wiped the sweat off his face and reached out, running a finger along his chest to where I could feel his heart pounding against my palm. He gave me a small smile, gathering me against him. I hadn’t felt so comfortable and satiated in long time, closing my eyes as a tear escapee but I knew he wouldn’t notice as it mingled with the salty drops of sweat on his body. “Thank you, Benny,” I whispered and closed my eyes.