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Title: I’m Sensing A Little Hostility
Pairings/Characters: Jason Spezza (Ottawa Senators) / Carlo Colaiacovo (Toronto Maple Leafs)
Word Count: 3746
Rating: NC-17 (slashy goodness and swearing)
Setting: Ottawa, ON
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination, my sick and twisted imagination ;)
Jason’s POV
We were playing Toronto tonight and I was already psyching myself up for the game. It was always war with Toronto, a rivalry that increased with each passing game. Players were just looking to get into fights with one another in these ‘battles of Ontario’, just because they could. There was a certain defenseman I was looking forward to seeing, though whether or not he was looking forward to seeing me was a totally different topic.
Carlo and I had played together on team Canada back in 2002, he hadn’t exactly warmed to me then and that’s when we were team mates. Now that we played for two teams that hated each other I doubted I had done much to change his mind. I never told anyone how his silent, brooding nature and the fact that he was kind of a mystery was a complete turn on for me. I was a problem solver, and that’s exactly how I saw him. A problem, that I was all too willing to try and solve.
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Game time! I stepped out to the cheer of the home crowd, they were getting more and more supportive year after year and I think I love it. My game face appeared as the announcer called my name, “Jason Speezzzzza!” That would never get old. No matter how many professional hockey games you play, it’s still sometimes hard to believe that you were out here living your dream. That you’d made it to the big time! I stretched out, putting my stick behind my back and strengthening my shoulders as I skated by centre ice, glancing into the offensive zone and trying to catch a glimpse of him.
He was laughing over with Bryan McCabe about something. I studied his features, they were a little rougher since last time I’d seen him. His face covered in 3 day old scruff, clearly he wasn’t bothering to shave on this road trip. He was a little older then last time I’d seen him too, but so was I and with that came a lot more confidence in trying to get what I want.
I was too scared when we were over in the Czech Republic to actually try anything, but I was more experienced now. And I was determined, because it’s been 5 years since we were in that tournament and that was one conquest I definitely wanted to wrap up. I bit down on my lip, stealing one last glance before someone would notice I was staring, and then said to no one in particular, “I’ll see you later.”
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We were up by one goal already from Alfredsson, and nothing, nothing, got the leafs angrier then when our captain scored. I got an assist but what I was really looking for was a goal, and like I said when I was determined…I got shit done. Well I tried…Carlo was totally covering my ass now, I’m not sure that I minded that exactly. Heatley dumped the puck in deep and I went chasing after it, hearing the sound of Carlo’s skates behind me. I grinned as I neared the boards. Bring it on baby.
I trapped the puck between the blade of my stick and the boards just as his body collided with mine, pinning me to the boards. His face was close to mine, I’m sure it was unintentional but I had the sudden urge to just grab him and start making out on the ice in the middle of the game with all these people watching and…oh fuck! Stuck in my fantasies, he’d stripped me of the puck and was already off down the ice. I chased after him, trying to vindicate my mistake but he’d passed it up to Mats and skated over to the bench for a change.
I skated to our bench too, slamming the door closed as I sat down, Dany looked at me uneasily, “Easy Jay…you’re allowed to make mistakes you know.” I didn’t say anything, just sat there fuming. He wasn’t allowed to beat me. It just didn’t work like that. I’d get him on the next shift though; I’d make sure of it.
And sure enough next shift he had gone back in his zone to retrieve the puck, and I made sure I was right behind him. I slammed him up against the boards so his cheek pushed against the glass, bringing my face up close to his so I could whisper, “So how do you like being on the receiving end of things?”
He gritted his teeth together and pushed me away from him, anger flaring. Despite the fact that he was a little smaller than me, he was surprisingly strong, but I liked that. I grinned at him over my shoulder and scampered away down the ice to get back into the play.
I didn’t get a goal but I ended up getting another assist and we won 3 to 1. I guess getting the second star of the game wasn’t too bad. As we gathered around Emery to congratulate him, I stole a glance in the direction of the leafs’ bench. Carlo was skating off the ice, head down and looking dejected. I didn’t like seeing him upset, but I’d make it up to him later.
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I showered quickly, hoping to catch him before he boarded the bus back to their hotel. I ran out to the players entrance and noticed the leafs were mostly all on the bus, a couple trickling by me that were late. Damn, I’d missed him. Well I guess I could just go to the hotel to see him, I turned around and was about to go back in when I saw him sitting on a box a little down the way smoking a cigarette. His elbows were on his knees and his head was down, a cloud of smoke shimmering just above his head. I inhaled deeply, “Okay…here it goes.”
I walked up to him slowly, hands in my pockets cause I didn’t know what else to do with them, “So…what are you doing tonight?”
He glanced up at me, taking another drag of his cigarette, “What do you think? Going back to the hotel and going to sleep before we leave for Buffalo tomorrow morning.” His tone was hard but he exhaled the smoke in a steady puff away from me.
“Sounds uh…exciting. You want to do something?”
“With you?” he looked me in the eye for the first time since I checked him into the boards, “No.”
“Why? It’s not like you have anything better to do.” I wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“Yes I do…sleep. That’s something I find is kind of essential after a game.” He inhaled on the cigarette again, the red glow of the cherry burning further along the cigarette before he flicked off the remaining ashes.
“Is this because of the hit?”
He laughed but it wasn’t an amused laugh, it was just kind of there, kind of hollow, “I can take a hit believe me. I just don’t want to hang out with you. Look Jason…just because we played on the same team together doesn’t make us buddies…” He threw his cigarette butt into a puddle and watched it fizzle out.
“Oh. Well I just thought-“
“Yeah, well forget what you thought,” he interrupted, standing up and walking off to the bus. I stood and watched him go, deciding it was best to let him cool off for a bit. Fine. Maybe I’d go get a drink and try again later. So I was stubborn…it could be worse, but one thing is for sure, I know there’s something there and I don’t give up that easily.
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A couple beers later and I showed up at his hotel room, I happened to know that his room mate was out with one of our players and likely wasn’t going to be back until the morning. Locker room gossip was useful sometimes. I thought about turning back for a second, as I raised my hand to knock on the door…no just do it, I turned quickly and knocked before I could change my mind again. I cringed inwardly at the sound, knowing that if he was actually sleeping he would probably pitch me off his balcony for waking him up.
There was movement inside and then he opened the door, “What do you want Jason?”
“We have beer!” I held up an LCBO bag, “I know you need one of these after tonight’s game. And if you don’t want to go out, well then we can stay in. So can I come in?”
He paused for a minute and then glanced down at the beer, “Okay you can come in…but enough of this we stuff.”
I laughed, “Alright. Agreed.” I put the beer down on his table and twisted off a bottle cap, handing it to him.
“Thanks, but I need a cigarette. You can stay here if the smoke bugs you…”
“No, I’ll come out with you.”
Stepping outside and closing the sliding door we looked on to downtown Ottawa. The lights were bright, the cars were zooming by and there were a million people out on this lovely fall Saturday night. I took in a deep breath of fresh air before it was about to be filled with toxic smoke and hoisted myself up onto the balcony edge, my back to the street and my legs hanging on the inside of the balcony.
He lit his cigarette, taking a drag and then looked up at me, “Um…maybe you shouldn’t sit there. I mean what would the Ottawa Senators do without their go-to-guy if you fell over the edge?”
“I’m sure they’d do just fine.” I grinned at him taking another sip of my beer, looking at him over the rim as I drank. He followed suit and drained about half his beer in one sip, licking his lips to remove a drop that had missed his mouth. My breath caught in my chest and I looked away to distract myself, “How many games on your road trip?”
“I think there’s about 5…well 4 now that we’ve played you guys.” He took another puff followed by another swig of beer.
I nodded, “Cool.” Geez, having a conversation with him was like pulling teeth. I was pretty talkative, but I liked there to be someone else on the other end of the conversation to talk to. Mind you, he just lost and I know when I lost I got pretty bummed out and didn’t want to talk to anyone either. He just needs a little work that’s all. “So…”
“So what?” he finished his beer and set the empty bottle down.
“Uh…I dunno. I was hoping you’d fill that part in,” I confessed, laughing and shrugging it off with another sip. Wow the beer wasn’t going to last long if this is how we were going through it.
“Sorry. This is why I didn’t want to go out. I’m not the most interesting person.” He put out his cigarette on the table and got up to get us some more beer.
He’s pretty down on himself, but maybe he’ll loosen up with some more beer. He returned and he handed me another beer, which I accepted grateful for something to ease this along. He had just let go of the bottle, when I lost my hold on the railing and fell backwards. Lucky for me his reactions were quick, because my flailing wouldn’t have stopped me from falling 7 floors to my death.
It was like everything was in slow motion; my beer bottle fell and smashed on the balcony as my hand released it in order to grab onto him, his hands were holding on to me by the front of my shirt, which he immediately pulled me back up with and then pulled me into him.
And then just like that it was back in real time, we were both breathing heavily at the sudden surge of adrenaline and my head was leaning on his shoulder as I hung onto him. His voice was angry now, “I fucking told you not to sit on the fucking railing. And what do you do? You sit on the fucking railing…and almost fucking get yourself fucking killed!”
I didn’t move, still leaning into his chest, his hands still wound in my shirt, “You think you could fit fuck into that sentence one more time because I bet you 10 d-“
“This isn’t a laughing matter Jay!” he let go, glaring down at me.
My stomach squirmed when he used my pet name, “Relax okay! Nothing happened. I’m still here, see! In one piece!”
“You fucking idiot!” he stormed back into his room and I followed, “You’re going to give me fucking heart failure.”
“I know, it won’t happen again.” I walked right up to him, so I could look him in the eyes and he’d know I was being serious for once.
“Fucking right it won’t!” He grabbed me and pulled me into a desperate kiss, I was so shocked that I didn’t even kiss back. Wait….what?!
When I didn’t kiss him back he pushed me away, “Sorry…I don’t know why…I…”
“Just shut up!” I stepped into him again, recapturing his lips back in mine and bringing my hands up to his scruffy face. My fingers made bristling noises as I stroked his cheek lightly, stepping in even closer so that our hips were touching. Putting his arms around my waist he used that afore mentioned strength to pick me up, carrying me over to his bed, kissing continued. I sat down as the back of my legs hit the bed and as I lowered myself onto it, he was with me the whole way, not letting our lips part once.
He tugged on my lip gently with his teeth, “Don’t tell me what to do.”
I grinned at him, beginning to undo the zipper of his pants, “Even if I told you that you better sit there while I blow you?”
“I might be able to tolerate that. But I don’t guarantee anything.” He pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it aside.
I did the same with his and then pulled his pants off, fondling him below the waistband of his boxers as I attached myself to his lips again. He growled with satisfaction from the motions of my hand, and I could do nothing but smile. I edged down slowly to his groin area, pulling down his boxers slowly…oh so slowly, so that he would feel every inch of that fabric graze against his now slightly aroused self.
I looked longingly at his cock, tasting it with my tongue experimentally, “God you’re so hot. You don’t even know how bad I’ve wanted this…” My tongue ran up the underside of his penis and he arched his back in response with a sharp intake of breath.
“How bad you’ve wanted my cock? Oh I think I have some idea,” he panted, an amused undertone in his voice.
I ran my hands up and down his thighs, “No, I’m talking like back to juniors, back to worlds. Everytime I saw you, everytime I see you now I just want to jump you and do things to you.”
“Like you’re doing now?” he ran a broad finger down my cheek and across my jaw line.
“Mmm exactly. That’s kind of why you got the puck away from me today. Too distracted thinking about how fucking sexy you are.”
He grabbed my arms and in one swift movement pinned me down to the bed and straddled my waist, “I gotta say you were causing me some distraction out there today too. I just didn’t want to admit it.” He leaned down slipping his tongue into my mouth and taunting me further. I was now acutely aware of how his cock was pressing into mine, the contact causing me to get aroused also.
I grabbed his hand and sucked in his fingers, taking one at a time into my mouth and running my tongue up and down them. He eagerly ground our hips together, impatient to start and I moaned as our cocks rubbed together. “Fuuuck,” Carlo groaned, his other hand running down my chest. He prepped and stretched me with those lubricated fingers of his bringing a nice mix of pain and pleasure that I had come accustom to.
“Hold on a sec.” He got off of me and pulled his index finger from my mouth, making a little pop as the suction relented. Sliding off the bed he went over to his bag and shuffled around in it searching for something and returning with a condom.
He tossed it to me as he crawled back onto the bed, giving me this look that just sent more blood to my already highly sensitized lower region. How did he do that with just a look? Mmm who cares? I pushed the thoughts away as I ripped open the condom package and slid it onto him, giving him a few extra strokes for good measure. He bit down on his lip suppressing a moan, positioning himself at my ass. Grabbing one of my legs he bent it up so my thigh was flush against my stomach and then he thrust into me all at once. There was quite a bit of discomfort, and I had to really focus to relax my muscles, but I managed to. Carlo helped me relax by ravishing my mouth with his tongue, “You okay?”
“Fucking fantastic,” I grinned up at him, “now let’s see what you’ve got.”
I could feel every inch of him as he pushed into me, his cock was somewhat of a work of art. He learned quickly and in no time at all he knew just how to push to make me moan, and just what speeds had me screaming his name. The angle of having my leg propped up, allowing him to stroke places that would have been other wise neglected. One particular thrust made his cock brush my prostate and I shuddered in ecstasy, as he smiled wickedly down at me.
I was painfully hard now and as much as I enjoyed his thrusting (fuck, he’s amazing), I wanted to feel his hands on me too. Grabbing one I directed it onto my cock, trying to give him the hint that I needed some attention down there. He took it and squeezed and stroked until I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore and I came in his hand. Cursing loudly he came too, collapsing on my chest.
We untangled our bodies, lying side by side and panting heavily trying to refill our lungs with oxygen. The afterglow of such an incredible orgasm left the biggest smile on my face, and I just stared at the ceiling, mind completely blank except for one word, “Wow.”
“Wow yourself there Spezzy,” he turned his head to the side on his pillow so that he was looking at me and I did the same. His dark chocolate eyes were intense to gaze into, and I had the sudden urge to kiss him again. So I did. His lips were softer now in his exhaustion, not as needy as before either. I think I liked him better like this. Seeing the softer side of him, made me want him all the more, knowing he was only really like this post-coital.
I sighed, knowing that it was probably time for me to leave. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy that allowed sleepovers, oh well…it certainly was fun while it lasted. I sat up and got off the bed, picking my boxers up off the floor and putting them on. I stole a glance at him lying on the bed, the ‘just fucked’ look suiting him so well.
“Where are you going?”
“It’s okay, I get it. You probably don’t want me to stay. That’s cool.”
“I never said I didn’t want you to stay,” he got up and crawled across the bed so he was kneeling at the edge of it, “besides my room mate won’t be back until we leave in the morning…” he grabbed my hand, “and I sure wouldn’t mind the company.”
I beamed, totally lacking self-control, “Really?! Cause I was kind of under the impression that…” I trailed off, unsure of what to say at this point.
“That what?” he pulled me into him, “You were some kind of one night stand?”
“Err…yeah actually.” My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but I wrapped my arms around his neck regardless.
He shook his head, “Ye of little faith, and you come off so cocky too.” He pulled me down onto the bed, resting on top of me again, “I guess it’s a good thing that our teams play each other so often then.”
“Yes, terribly convenient.” Turning off the light and tangling his hands in my hair, we kissed for awhile, the kisses getting a little lazier as we grew sleepier. I smoothed his hair out of his eyes as he smiled back at me, “Time to sleep I think…before you go in the morning.” I tried not to sound too upset about it, but really I just wished that he could stay with me. His face fell and he hugged me closer to him, seeing right through me, despite my attempts to remain emotionless.
“It won’t be for long though, I’ll be back before you know it. The drive isn’t too bad to Ottawa from Toronto, or vice versa. We can make it work…” he fidgeted slightly, “if you want…”
“Of course I do! I’m pretty sure you’re the best I’ve ever had,” we both laughed, “I’m not giving that up any time soon. I just wasn’t sure because of how you were acting all game…and after it for that matter.”
It was his turn to flush red, “Oh…well I wanted to. But I didn’t want to start something if we were leaving, and relationships are hard as is in this game, let alone long distance relationships. I was doing fine by the way until you showed up here.” Even in the darkness I could see that smirk, “But I’m glad.”
“Me too.” I inched over a little so I was curled into his body, it just felt like the right place to be. “Now I think I can actually sleep, knowing you’ll still be here when I wake up.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t go anywhere.”
Pairings/Characters: Jason Spezza (Ottawa Senators) / Carlo Colaiacovo (Toronto Maple Leafs)
Word Count: 3746
Rating: NC-17 (slashy goodness and swearing)
Setting: Ottawa, ON
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination, my sick and twisted imagination ;)
Jason’s POV
We were playing Toronto tonight and I was already psyching myself up for the game. It was always war with Toronto, a rivalry that increased with each passing game. Players were just looking to get into fights with one another in these ‘battles of Ontario’, just because they could. There was a certain defenseman I was looking forward to seeing, though whether or not he was looking forward to seeing me was a totally different topic.
Carlo and I had played together on team Canada back in 2002, he hadn’t exactly warmed to me then and that’s when we were team mates. Now that we played for two teams that hated each other I doubted I had done much to change his mind. I never told anyone how his silent, brooding nature and the fact that he was kind of a mystery was a complete turn on for me. I was a problem solver, and that’s exactly how I saw him. A problem, that I was all too willing to try and solve.
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Game time! I stepped out to the cheer of the home crowd, they were getting more and more supportive year after year and I think I love it. My game face appeared as the announcer called my name, “Jason Speezzzzza!” That would never get old. No matter how many professional hockey games you play, it’s still sometimes hard to believe that you were out here living your dream. That you’d made it to the big time! I stretched out, putting my stick behind my back and strengthening my shoulders as I skated by centre ice, glancing into the offensive zone and trying to catch a glimpse of him.
He was laughing over with Bryan McCabe about something. I studied his features, they were a little rougher since last time I’d seen him. His face covered in 3 day old scruff, clearly he wasn’t bothering to shave on this road trip. He was a little older then last time I’d seen him too, but so was I and with that came a lot more confidence in trying to get what I want.
I was too scared when we were over in the Czech Republic to actually try anything, but I was more experienced now. And I was determined, because it’s been 5 years since we were in that tournament and that was one conquest I definitely wanted to wrap up. I bit down on my lip, stealing one last glance before someone would notice I was staring, and then said to no one in particular, “I’ll see you later.”
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We were up by one goal already from Alfredsson, and nothing, nothing, got the leafs angrier then when our captain scored. I got an assist but what I was really looking for was a goal, and like I said when I was determined…I got shit done. Well I tried…Carlo was totally covering my ass now, I’m not sure that I minded that exactly. Heatley dumped the puck in deep and I went chasing after it, hearing the sound of Carlo’s skates behind me. I grinned as I neared the boards. Bring it on baby.
I trapped the puck between the blade of my stick and the boards just as his body collided with mine, pinning me to the boards. His face was close to mine, I’m sure it was unintentional but I had the sudden urge to just grab him and start making out on the ice in the middle of the game with all these people watching and…oh fuck! Stuck in my fantasies, he’d stripped me of the puck and was already off down the ice. I chased after him, trying to vindicate my mistake but he’d passed it up to Mats and skated over to the bench for a change.
I skated to our bench too, slamming the door closed as I sat down, Dany looked at me uneasily, “Easy Jay…you’re allowed to make mistakes you know.” I didn’t say anything, just sat there fuming. He wasn’t allowed to beat me. It just didn’t work like that. I’d get him on the next shift though; I’d make sure of it.
And sure enough next shift he had gone back in his zone to retrieve the puck, and I made sure I was right behind him. I slammed him up against the boards so his cheek pushed against the glass, bringing my face up close to his so I could whisper, “So how do you like being on the receiving end of things?”
He gritted his teeth together and pushed me away from him, anger flaring. Despite the fact that he was a little smaller than me, he was surprisingly strong, but I liked that. I grinned at him over my shoulder and scampered away down the ice to get back into the play.
I didn’t get a goal but I ended up getting another assist and we won 3 to 1. I guess getting the second star of the game wasn’t too bad. As we gathered around Emery to congratulate him, I stole a glance in the direction of the leafs’ bench. Carlo was skating off the ice, head down and looking dejected. I didn’t like seeing him upset, but I’d make it up to him later.
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I showered quickly, hoping to catch him before he boarded the bus back to their hotel. I ran out to the players entrance and noticed the leafs were mostly all on the bus, a couple trickling by me that were late. Damn, I’d missed him. Well I guess I could just go to the hotel to see him, I turned around and was about to go back in when I saw him sitting on a box a little down the way smoking a cigarette. His elbows were on his knees and his head was down, a cloud of smoke shimmering just above his head. I inhaled deeply, “Okay…here it goes.”
I walked up to him slowly, hands in my pockets cause I didn’t know what else to do with them, “So…what are you doing tonight?”
He glanced up at me, taking another drag of his cigarette, “What do you think? Going back to the hotel and going to sleep before we leave for Buffalo tomorrow morning.” His tone was hard but he exhaled the smoke in a steady puff away from me.
“Sounds uh…exciting. You want to do something?”
“With you?” he looked me in the eye for the first time since I checked him into the boards, “No.”
“Why? It’s not like you have anything better to do.” I wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“Yes I do…sleep. That’s something I find is kind of essential after a game.” He inhaled on the cigarette again, the red glow of the cherry burning further along the cigarette before he flicked off the remaining ashes.
“Is this because of the hit?”
He laughed but it wasn’t an amused laugh, it was just kind of there, kind of hollow, “I can take a hit believe me. I just don’t want to hang out with you. Look Jason…just because we played on the same team together doesn’t make us buddies…” He threw his cigarette butt into a puddle and watched it fizzle out.
“Oh. Well I just thought-“
“Yeah, well forget what you thought,” he interrupted, standing up and walking off to the bus. I stood and watched him go, deciding it was best to let him cool off for a bit. Fine. Maybe I’d go get a drink and try again later. So I was stubborn…it could be worse, but one thing is for sure, I know there’s something there and I don’t give up that easily.
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A couple beers later and I showed up at his hotel room, I happened to know that his room mate was out with one of our players and likely wasn’t going to be back until the morning. Locker room gossip was useful sometimes. I thought about turning back for a second, as I raised my hand to knock on the door…no just do it, I turned quickly and knocked before I could change my mind again. I cringed inwardly at the sound, knowing that if he was actually sleeping he would probably pitch me off his balcony for waking him up.
There was movement inside and then he opened the door, “What do you want Jason?”
“We have beer!” I held up an LCBO bag, “I know you need one of these after tonight’s game. And if you don’t want to go out, well then we can stay in. So can I come in?”
He paused for a minute and then glanced down at the beer, “Okay you can come in…but enough of this we stuff.”
I laughed, “Alright. Agreed.” I put the beer down on his table and twisted off a bottle cap, handing it to him.
“Thanks, but I need a cigarette. You can stay here if the smoke bugs you…”
“No, I’ll come out with you.”
Stepping outside and closing the sliding door we looked on to downtown Ottawa. The lights were bright, the cars were zooming by and there were a million people out on this lovely fall Saturday night. I took in a deep breath of fresh air before it was about to be filled with toxic smoke and hoisted myself up onto the balcony edge, my back to the street and my legs hanging on the inside of the balcony.
He lit his cigarette, taking a drag and then looked up at me, “Um…maybe you shouldn’t sit there. I mean what would the Ottawa Senators do without their go-to-guy if you fell over the edge?”
“I’m sure they’d do just fine.” I grinned at him taking another sip of my beer, looking at him over the rim as I drank. He followed suit and drained about half his beer in one sip, licking his lips to remove a drop that had missed his mouth. My breath caught in my chest and I looked away to distract myself, “How many games on your road trip?”
“I think there’s about 5…well 4 now that we’ve played you guys.” He took another puff followed by another swig of beer.
I nodded, “Cool.” Geez, having a conversation with him was like pulling teeth. I was pretty talkative, but I liked there to be someone else on the other end of the conversation to talk to. Mind you, he just lost and I know when I lost I got pretty bummed out and didn’t want to talk to anyone either. He just needs a little work that’s all. “So…”
“So what?” he finished his beer and set the empty bottle down.
“Uh…I dunno. I was hoping you’d fill that part in,” I confessed, laughing and shrugging it off with another sip. Wow the beer wasn’t going to last long if this is how we were going through it.
“Sorry. This is why I didn’t want to go out. I’m not the most interesting person.” He put out his cigarette on the table and got up to get us some more beer.
He’s pretty down on himself, but maybe he’ll loosen up with some more beer. He returned and he handed me another beer, which I accepted grateful for something to ease this along. He had just let go of the bottle, when I lost my hold on the railing and fell backwards. Lucky for me his reactions were quick, because my flailing wouldn’t have stopped me from falling 7 floors to my death.
It was like everything was in slow motion; my beer bottle fell and smashed on the balcony as my hand released it in order to grab onto him, his hands were holding on to me by the front of my shirt, which he immediately pulled me back up with and then pulled me into him.
And then just like that it was back in real time, we were both breathing heavily at the sudden surge of adrenaline and my head was leaning on his shoulder as I hung onto him. His voice was angry now, “I fucking told you not to sit on the fucking railing. And what do you do? You sit on the fucking railing…and almost fucking get yourself fucking killed!”
I didn’t move, still leaning into his chest, his hands still wound in my shirt, “You think you could fit fuck into that sentence one more time because I bet you 10 d-“
“This isn’t a laughing matter Jay!” he let go, glaring down at me.
My stomach squirmed when he used my pet name, “Relax okay! Nothing happened. I’m still here, see! In one piece!”
“You fucking idiot!” he stormed back into his room and I followed, “You’re going to give me fucking heart failure.”
“I know, it won’t happen again.” I walked right up to him, so I could look him in the eyes and he’d know I was being serious for once.
“Fucking right it won’t!” He grabbed me and pulled me into a desperate kiss, I was so shocked that I didn’t even kiss back. Wait….what?!
When I didn’t kiss him back he pushed me away, “Sorry…I don’t know why…I…”
“Just shut up!” I stepped into him again, recapturing his lips back in mine and bringing my hands up to his scruffy face. My fingers made bristling noises as I stroked his cheek lightly, stepping in even closer so that our hips were touching. Putting his arms around my waist he used that afore mentioned strength to pick me up, carrying me over to his bed, kissing continued. I sat down as the back of my legs hit the bed and as I lowered myself onto it, he was with me the whole way, not letting our lips part once.
He tugged on my lip gently with his teeth, “Don’t tell me what to do.”
I grinned at him, beginning to undo the zipper of his pants, “Even if I told you that you better sit there while I blow you?”
“I might be able to tolerate that. But I don’t guarantee anything.” He pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it aside.
I did the same with his and then pulled his pants off, fondling him below the waistband of his boxers as I attached myself to his lips again. He growled with satisfaction from the motions of my hand, and I could do nothing but smile. I edged down slowly to his groin area, pulling down his boxers slowly…oh so slowly, so that he would feel every inch of that fabric graze against his now slightly aroused self.
I looked longingly at his cock, tasting it with my tongue experimentally, “God you’re so hot. You don’t even know how bad I’ve wanted this…” My tongue ran up the underside of his penis and he arched his back in response with a sharp intake of breath.
“How bad you’ve wanted my cock? Oh I think I have some idea,” he panted, an amused undertone in his voice.
I ran my hands up and down his thighs, “No, I’m talking like back to juniors, back to worlds. Everytime I saw you, everytime I see you now I just want to jump you and do things to you.”
“Like you’re doing now?” he ran a broad finger down my cheek and across my jaw line.
“Mmm exactly. That’s kind of why you got the puck away from me today. Too distracted thinking about how fucking sexy you are.”
He grabbed my arms and in one swift movement pinned me down to the bed and straddled my waist, “I gotta say you were causing me some distraction out there today too. I just didn’t want to admit it.” He leaned down slipping his tongue into my mouth and taunting me further. I was now acutely aware of how his cock was pressing into mine, the contact causing me to get aroused also.
I grabbed his hand and sucked in his fingers, taking one at a time into my mouth and running my tongue up and down them. He eagerly ground our hips together, impatient to start and I moaned as our cocks rubbed together. “Fuuuck,” Carlo groaned, his other hand running down my chest. He prepped and stretched me with those lubricated fingers of his bringing a nice mix of pain and pleasure that I had come accustom to.
“Hold on a sec.” He got off of me and pulled his index finger from my mouth, making a little pop as the suction relented. Sliding off the bed he went over to his bag and shuffled around in it searching for something and returning with a condom.
He tossed it to me as he crawled back onto the bed, giving me this look that just sent more blood to my already highly sensitized lower region. How did he do that with just a look? Mmm who cares? I pushed the thoughts away as I ripped open the condom package and slid it onto him, giving him a few extra strokes for good measure. He bit down on his lip suppressing a moan, positioning himself at my ass. Grabbing one of my legs he bent it up so my thigh was flush against my stomach and then he thrust into me all at once. There was quite a bit of discomfort, and I had to really focus to relax my muscles, but I managed to. Carlo helped me relax by ravishing my mouth with his tongue, “You okay?”
“Fucking fantastic,” I grinned up at him, “now let’s see what you’ve got.”
I could feel every inch of him as he pushed into me, his cock was somewhat of a work of art. He learned quickly and in no time at all he knew just how to push to make me moan, and just what speeds had me screaming his name. The angle of having my leg propped up, allowing him to stroke places that would have been other wise neglected. One particular thrust made his cock brush my prostate and I shuddered in ecstasy, as he smiled wickedly down at me.
I was painfully hard now and as much as I enjoyed his thrusting (fuck, he’s amazing), I wanted to feel his hands on me too. Grabbing one I directed it onto my cock, trying to give him the hint that I needed some attention down there. He took it and squeezed and stroked until I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore and I came in his hand. Cursing loudly he came too, collapsing on my chest.
We untangled our bodies, lying side by side and panting heavily trying to refill our lungs with oxygen. The afterglow of such an incredible orgasm left the biggest smile on my face, and I just stared at the ceiling, mind completely blank except for one word, “Wow.”
“Wow yourself there Spezzy,” he turned his head to the side on his pillow so that he was looking at me and I did the same. His dark chocolate eyes were intense to gaze into, and I had the sudden urge to kiss him again. So I did. His lips were softer now in his exhaustion, not as needy as before either. I think I liked him better like this. Seeing the softer side of him, made me want him all the more, knowing he was only really like this post-coital.
I sighed, knowing that it was probably time for me to leave. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy that allowed sleepovers, oh well…it certainly was fun while it lasted. I sat up and got off the bed, picking my boxers up off the floor and putting them on. I stole a glance at him lying on the bed, the ‘just fucked’ look suiting him so well.
“Where are you going?”
“It’s okay, I get it. You probably don’t want me to stay. That’s cool.”
“I never said I didn’t want you to stay,” he got up and crawled across the bed so he was kneeling at the edge of it, “besides my room mate won’t be back until we leave in the morning…” he grabbed my hand, “and I sure wouldn’t mind the company.”
I beamed, totally lacking self-control, “Really?! Cause I was kind of under the impression that…” I trailed off, unsure of what to say at this point.
“That what?” he pulled me into him, “You were some kind of one night stand?”
“Err…yeah actually.” My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but I wrapped my arms around his neck regardless.
He shook his head, “Ye of little faith, and you come off so cocky too.” He pulled me down onto the bed, resting on top of me again, “I guess it’s a good thing that our teams play each other so often then.”
“Yes, terribly convenient.” Turning off the light and tangling his hands in my hair, we kissed for awhile, the kisses getting a little lazier as we grew sleepier. I smoothed his hair out of his eyes as he smiled back at me, “Time to sleep I think…before you go in the morning.” I tried not to sound too upset about it, but really I just wished that he could stay with me. His face fell and he hugged me closer to him, seeing right through me, despite my attempts to remain emotionless.
“It won’t be for long though, I’ll be back before you know it. The drive isn’t too bad to Ottawa from Toronto, or vice versa. We can make it work…” he fidgeted slightly, “if you want…”
“Of course I do! I’m pretty sure you’re the best I’ve ever had,” we both laughed, “I’m not giving that up any time soon. I just wasn’t sure because of how you were acting all game…and after it for that matter.”
It was his turn to flush red, “Oh…well I wanted to. But I didn’t want to start something if we were leaving, and relationships are hard as is in this game, let alone long distance relationships. I was doing fine by the way until you showed up here.” Even in the darkness I could see that smirk, “But I’m glad.”
“Me too.” I inched over a little so I was curled into his body, it just felt like the right place to be. “Now I think I can actually sleep, knowing you’ll still be here when I wake up.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t go anywhere.”