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Title: Make Me Forget
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: R...sex but pretty sex :)
Pairing: Danny/Ryan
Disclaimer: WOOT for me loving..but AW 'cause I don't own >.<
This takes place after the game this season when Joe Corvo scored the goal in the last overtime >.< *hated that*
I lean my head against the door to the press room with a sigh. Ryan's in there...thankfully after he's done we can go home...but I'm finding it hard not to start crying as he answers every question with a catch in his breath that I know means he's close to tears. I know he must be blaming himself for it, my poor baby, and I want to take him in my arms and never let go, hissing at the stupid media to leave him alone.
"They'll have to play the cute game for their fans and everything, and we just have to" I tune out after 'cute game', giggling a little into my hands. He certainly has the clever putdowns down to an art, doesn't he?
I hear his weary thank you and back away from the door just as he pushes his way through it. "I'm sorry, love, " I say quietly, walking after him back to the locker room so we can get our stuff and he can come home with me.
He stops, shoulders tense, hands pressed against his locker and murmurs, " I don't wanna talk about it, baby." I step closer, my sneakers making soft pats on the tile floor and grasp his shoulder.
"It's not-", but he interrupts with, "Shut up, Danny, I mean it. I don't wanna talk about it." I know that that's the end of it, so reluctantly, biting my chapped bottom lip, I back away and run out of the room.
I don't stop 'til I get to the car and drive away without looking back. I'm not leaving him, he has his own car.
I'm in the house before I know it, and it's then I realize how exhausted I am. I drop onto the couch and am almost asleep when he slams his way through the house, stomping up the stairs to our bedroom. "Ryan, baby?" , I call but he ignores me. I bite my lip again, it's getting so tender it's almost about to bleed, trying not to let it hurt me. I pull the blanket off the back of our couch and wrap it around me, almost falling asleep before I feel gentle fingers on my forehead.
"Danny..?" I turn my head away from his hand, burrowing deeper into the blanket. He sighs and sits next to me, his hands carding through my hair. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm pissed at myself for losing this game, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you." I open my eyes to see him turn his back on me, head in his hands. "You don't understand, babe, it was my fault. I'm the reason we lost the game; if he hadn't scored on me in that last overtime, we would have won. It was only a matter of time before one of our boys scored, but I had to fucking let that shot in, damnit."
I reach out and rub his thigh gently, his eyes shooting toward me with a guilty look. "It's not, darling, it's not your fault. It takes a whole team to win one and a whole team to lose one. We all lost the game." I feel tears start to well up in my eyes but before they can fall, he's wiping them away, his eyes dark with misery.
"It wasn't your fault, baby. You were the reason we still had a chance to win it, with that amazing goal in the third." He strokes my cheek, so heartbreakingly sweet I wanna start crying for a different reason.
"I love you, Ryan," I whisper, moving myself into his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. His forehead rests against my shoulder and he murmurs, "I love you, too."
I push him away a little bit and smile. "Make love to me, Ryan? Help me forget?"
He takes my hand and tugs me off the couch, smiling sadly. "Of course, baby, of course." He pulls me up the stairs, pushing me softly into the bedroom and following me. He kisses me sweetly, murmuring, "Clothes, Danny." against my mouth, pulling at my shirt with nimble fingers. I step away so he can pull it off me, giving him one more kiss. He strips of his and kicks his shoes off, unbuttoning his and my jeans and slipping his down his hips as I do the same with mine. We're back to kissing easily, lazily, softly, as he leans down to press a hand against the bulge in my boxers. I inhale sharply, arching against his hand as his tongue traces the insides of my mouth.
I push my boxers off my hips and step out of them when they hit the floor, smiling as he does the same. His hand is back on my cock as his arm around my back draws me closer. "I want you, Danny. I want you so bad."
My eyes are closed as I stand on tiptoes to rub myself against the inside of his fist. "So take me, babe."
His hands shake as he removes them from my body, pushing me back so I can sit on the edge of the bed and returning, condom and lube in hand. He dips his fingers into the pot, covering them in slippery, smooth gel, and pushes one inside me.
The stretch causes a slight burn, nothing I'm not used to, and my first instinct is to push back, but I hold still, letting myself savor the moment as he leans down to capture my lips again. "I love you," he says quietly, pushing the words from his mouth to mine like a piece of hot cinnamon candy. He adds another finger and starts to stretch me, scissoring them to open me up for him, to get me ready.
Three fingers and I'm sobbing and begging softly, unable to repress my instincts and arching my back to impale myself further with quiet moans. "Now," I breathe, and he rips the condom packet and sheathes himself with the latex, eyes catching mine and refusing to let go of my gaze. I shiver with anticipation as he rubs gel into every part of the rubber and shifts closer, pressing me into the bed with his weight. " Inside me," I whisper, pulling his head closer so we can rest our foreheads together as he guides himself into me and starts to push, in and out, slowly and tenderly.
My heart almost breaks with the gentleness of him, the way he does romance so well. He strokes in and out of my body with whispered praise of how sexy I am, how much he loves me and wants me, how beautiful I'm going to look when I come, his eyes glazing with pleasure as I clench around him when he hits my prostate.
I gasp, thrusting my hips to meet his movements, and they become jerky and uncoordinated as his eyes lock onto mine again. His long fingers wrap around my cock that's bouncing between our bellies and he pulls torturously gently, grabbing my bottom lip with his teeth as our dark gazes meet. His hand starts to move faster and I clutch his shoulder, moaning his name as I feel my belly tighten and my ass clench. "Ah, Ryyyyann," escapes my mouth as I come over his hand, and as I grip him like a vice, he thrusts harder and deeper, filling me with heat from inside the condom and collapsing on top of my body, slick with sweat. My chest heaves for breath, but I smile at the feeling of being completely exhausted. "Beautiful," I say, sliding so he can pull his softening member from me with a sigh.
He tosses the used rubber into a trashcan and retrieves a cloth to clean us with from the bedside table. "You are, yes, very beautiful," he says with a smile, rubbing me gently to remove all traces of my pleasure from my skin. He sighs sadly as he tosses the cloth into the hamper and falls back onto the bed next to me. "I'm sorry I snapped earlier, my love. It was overwhelming, the guilt, the regret, and for a second I forgot who I was talking to."
I turn and lay my head on his still rapidly moving chest and wrap an arm loosely about his waist. "You're already forgiven, babe. I understand how hard it is to control frustration like that after such a horrible loss." I rub a finger along his nose and smile at him. "I love you."
"Danny, you know I love you too. We should sleep, though. Even slow and tender with you exhausts me."
I can't help but grin as I lean to place a kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight then, lover."
He sits up for a second to turn off the light, then pulling the covers over both of us, he kisses my forehead. "Goodnight, Danny."
"We'll get 'em next time," I say through a yawn, but he's already fallen asleep. I cuddle closer and smile against his chest, kissing the warm skin, before drifting off myself.
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Okay, I know it's late, but the truth is I didn't even know about LJ until like...a little while ago, after the season was over, or else I would have posted it the night this happened. Comments= more and more and I will love you forever :)
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: R...sex but pretty sex :)
Pairing: Danny/Ryan
Disclaimer: WOOT for me loving..but AW 'cause I don't own >.<
This takes place after the game this season when Joe Corvo scored the goal in the last overtime >.< *hated that*
I lean my head against the door to the press room with a sigh. Ryan's in there...thankfully after he's done we can go home...but I'm finding it hard not to start crying as he answers every question with a catch in his breath that I know means he's close to tears. I know he must be blaming himself for it, my poor baby, and I want to take him in my arms and never let go, hissing at the stupid media to leave him alone.
"They'll have to play the cute game for their fans and everything, and we just have to" I tune out after 'cute game', giggling a little into my hands. He certainly has the clever putdowns down to an art, doesn't he?
I hear his weary thank you and back away from the door just as he pushes his way through it. "I'm sorry, love, " I say quietly, walking after him back to the locker room so we can get our stuff and he can come home with me.
He stops, shoulders tense, hands pressed against his locker and murmurs, " I don't wanna talk about it, baby." I step closer, my sneakers making soft pats on the tile floor and grasp his shoulder.
"It's not-", but he interrupts with, "Shut up, Danny, I mean it. I don't wanna talk about it." I know that that's the end of it, so reluctantly, biting my chapped bottom lip, I back away and run out of the room.
I don't stop 'til I get to the car and drive away without looking back. I'm not leaving him, he has his own car.
I'm in the house before I know it, and it's then I realize how exhausted I am. I drop onto the couch and am almost asleep when he slams his way through the house, stomping up the stairs to our bedroom. "Ryan, baby?" , I call but he ignores me. I bite my lip again, it's getting so tender it's almost about to bleed, trying not to let it hurt me. I pull the blanket off the back of our couch and wrap it around me, almost falling asleep before I feel gentle fingers on my forehead.
"Danny..?" I turn my head away from his hand, burrowing deeper into the blanket. He sighs and sits next to me, his hands carding through my hair. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm pissed at myself for losing this game, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you." I open my eyes to see him turn his back on me, head in his hands. "You don't understand, babe, it was my fault. I'm the reason we lost the game; if he hadn't scored on me in that last overtime, we would have won. It was only a matter of time before one of our boys scored, but I had to fucking let that shot in, damnit."
I reach out and rub his thigh gently, his eyes shooting toward me with a guilty look. "It's not, darling, it's not your fault. It takes a whole team to win one and a whole team to lose one. We all lost the game." I feel tears start to well up in my eyes but before they can fall, he's wiping them away, his eyes dark with misery.
"It wasn't your fault, baby. You were the reason we still had a chance to win it, with that amazing goal in the third." He strokes my cheek, so heartbreakingly sweet I wanna start crying for a different reason.
"I love you, Ryan," I whisper, moving myself into his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. His forehead rests against my shoulder and he murmurs, "I love you, too."
I push him away a little bit and smile. "Make love to me, Ryan? Help me forget?"
He takes my hand and tugs me off the couch, smiling sadly. "Of course, baby, of course." He pulls me up the stairs, pushing me softly into the bedroom and following me. He kisses me sweetly, murmuring, "Clothes, Danny." against my mouth, pulling at my shirt with nimble fingers. I step away so he can pull it off me, giving him one more kiss. He strips of his and kicks his shoes off, unbuttoning his and my jeans and slipping his down his hips as I do the same with mine. We're back to kissing easily, lazily, softly, as he leans down to press a hand against the bulge in my boxers. I inhale sharply, arching against his hand as his tongue traces the insides of my mouth.
I push my boxers off my hips and step out of them when they hit the floor, smiling as he does the same. His hand is back on my cock as his arm around my back draws me closer. "I want you, Danny. I want you so bad."
My eyes are closed as I stand on tiptoes to rub myself against the inside of his fist. "So take me, babe."
His hands shake as he removes them from my body, pushing me back so I can sit on the edge of the bed and returning, condom and lube in hand. He dips his fingers into the pot, covering them in slippery, smooth gel, and pushes one inside me.
The stretch causes a slight burn, nothing I'm not used to, and my first instinct is to push back, but I hold still, letting myself savor the moment as he leans down to capture my lips again. "I love you," he says quietly, pushing the words from his mouth to mine like a piece of hot cinnamon candy. He adds another finger and starts to stretch me, scissoring them to open me up for him, to get me ready.
Three fingers and I'm sobbing and begging softly, unable to repress my instincts and arching my back to impale myself further with quiet moans. "Now," I breathe, and he rips the condom packet and sheathes himself with the latex, eyes catching mine and refusing to let go of my gaze. I shiver with anticipation as he rubs gel into every part of the rubber and shifts closer, pressing me into the bed with his weight. " Inside me," I whisper, pulling his head closer so we can rest our foreheads together as he guides himself into me and starts to push, in and out, slowly and tenderly.
My heart almost breaks with the gentleness of him, the way he does romance so well. He strokes in and out of my body with whispered praise of how sexy I am, how much he loves me and wants me, how beautiful I'm going to look when I come, his eyes glazing with pleasure as I clench around him when he hits my prostate.
I gasp, thrusting my hips to meet his movements, and they become jerky and uncoordinated as his eyes lock onto mine again. His long fingers wrap around my cock that's bouncing between our bellies and he pulls torturously gently, grabbing my bottom lip with his teeth as our dark gazes meet. His hand starts to move faster and I clutch his shoulder, moaning his name as I feel my belly tighten and my ass clench. "Ah, Ryyyyann," escapes my mouth as I come over his hand, and as I grip him like a vice, he thrusts harder and deeper, filling me with heat from inside the condom and collapsing on top of my body, slick with sweat. My chest heaves for breath, but I smile at the feeling of being completely exhausted. "Beautiful," I say, sliding so he can pull his softening member from me with a sigh.
He tosses the used rubber into a trashcan and retrieves a cloth to clean us with from the bedside table. "You are, yes, very beautiful," he says with a smile, rubbing me gently to remove all traces of my pleasure from my skin. He sighs sadly as he tosses the cloth into the hamper and falls back onto the bed next to me. "I'm sorry I snapped earlier, my love. It was overwhelming, the guilt, the regret, and for a second I forgot who I was talking to."
I turn and lay my head on his still rapidly moving chest and wrap an arm loosely about his waist. "You're already forgiven, babe. I understand how hard it is to control frustration like that after such a horrible loss." I rub a finger along his nose and smile at him. "I love you."
"Danny, you know I love you too. We should sleep, though. Even slow and tender with you exhausts me."
I can't help but grin as I lean to place a kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight then, lover."
He sits up for a second to turn off the light, then pulling the covers over both of us, he kisses my forehead. "Goodnight, Danny."
"We'll get 'em next time," I say through a yawn, but he's already fallen asleep. I cuddle closer and smile against his chest, kissing the warm skin, before drifting off myself.
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Okay, I know it's late, but the truth is I didn't even know about LJ until like...a little while ago, after the season was over, or else I would have posted it the night this happened. Comments= more and more and I will love you forever :)