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Title: All That We Needed
Chapter: 3
Pairings/Characters: Jason Spezza (Ottawa Senators) /Carlo Colaiacovo (Toronto Maple Leafs)
Word Count: 1302
Rating: PG-13, sexual implications
Setting: Toronto, 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 ;)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Jason’s POV
We got out of the shower and he threw me a towel to dry off, I could feel myself still grinning and I tried to push the feeling down. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t get out or something. I had my flings here and there but this…what just happened…well that was incredible. Looking up I expected to see a smile on his face too, his face was blank though and I couldn’t read it at all. I didn’t know him well enough to be able to tell what he was thinking, but one thing was for sure…something had shifted.
“You okay?” I asked slowly, rubbing my hair with the towel.
“Fine,” he muttered, wrapping his towel around his waist, “Why wouldn’t I be? Just got fucked right?”
I let out a nervous laugh, unused to his bluntness, “Yeah…guess so.”
He walked out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom and I followed, picking my boxers up off the floor and slipping them on. When I entered the room I was greeted by a face full of fabric as he threw my shirt at me, picking up his own clothes off the floor. I tugged it on, frowning slightly at how he had turned completely cold on me. Well at least he hasn’t shown me the door yet or I’d start to think this was…
“So I guess you should be going if you want to get back to the hotel and get any sleep before you guys leave tomorrow.”
There it was. I let out a sigh, I thought this was more than just a random hook-up. Wrong again Jason. Why do I always pick these guys? The ones who want nothing more than one night of gratification. Anything more than that? Well forget it, pack your bags and get the fuck out. I was getting sick of it. I just wanted to relax, to come home to one person and not have to worry about whether or not I was going to score when we went out to the bar.
“Yeah. Might still get a couple hours.” I said flatly, pulling my jeans on.
“You can always sleep on the plane.” He grabbed the remote off the night table and turned on the television. I felt like I had been slapped in the face. Would he even notice if I left the room right now? Would he care? I somehow doubted it. Taking one last look at him, I clenched my jaw in aggravation and began walking out of his room.
“Jason?”
“Yeah?” I asked turning around. Maybe he’d changed his mind, maybe he wanted me to stay after all.
“Do you have enough cash on you for a cab?”
My eyes narrowed and my hand involuntarily clenched into a fist, “I’ll be fine.”
“Okay good.” He turned his attention back to the television and I turned on my heel and left. Grabbing my coat off the couch and slamming the door behind me as I left his apartment. What an asshole! Why is it the best fucks are always such cold, calculating pricks.
I couldn’t sleep when I finally did get back to the hotel, tossing and turning in my bed, adrenaline still pumping through my veins from my anger. Jason Spezza was no one’s one night stand. Next time we meet Carlo Colaiacovo…you just watch yourself.
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September 24th, 07
Our first game against the leafs, a pre-season warm-up game and the first time I would be seeing him since our last meeting. The leafs had missed the playoffs at the end of the season and I missed my opportunity to show him up. Well we’d just see what happened tonight. The game was over and I overheard that Stajan kid mention a bar they were all meeting up at. Setting in mind I ran back to our locker room to convince some of the guys to go out for a drink.
We walked into the bar and I immediately saw the large group of young leafs in the corner, laughing and drinking boisterously. I caught Carlo’s eye and he shot me a small smile, but I turned away from him instead talking to my team mates as we decided to go sit at the bar. Antoine grabbed the seat I had been eyeing and forcing me to grab the last stool at the bar, making it easier for him to come talk to me without my team mates hanging over his shoulder. Great.
As I suspected about an hour later, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned away from my conversation with Antoine looking up at Carlo with mock surprise, “Imagine seeing you here…”
“Yeah…odd coincidence,” he said with a smirk.
“Must be. Now if you’ll excuse me you kind of interrupted us.” I turned my back on him, facing Antoine and resuming our conversation about…wait…what were we even talking about? Antoine raised his eyebrow in a ‘what the fuck was that all about?’ kind of way and I just shook my head. He must have gone back to his seat because I didn’t get another tap on the shoulder. I motioned to the bartender for another one, she poured us another beer and set them down in front of us grinning, “This round is taken care of. He hopes you accept his apology.”
Antoine looked even more confused than ever and looked around as if expecting to be on some prank TV show. I however knew exactly who had done it. Well there was only one thing for it…turning around I looked at Carlo across the room who grinned and held up his own beer in a long distance cheers. I raised my glass but didn’t smile…he wasn’t allowed to win. He wasn’t!
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A couple hours later, I lay panting for breath in my hotel room bed after some of the best sex I’d ever had…again. Okay…I definitely need to rethink my plan. After our hearts had stopped racing, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
“Look I have to get up really early in the morning for our ride home so…”
He glanced over at me his smile switching to a smirk, “That’s fine.”
Getting up he started getting dressed and I watched him from my bed, secretly wishing he’d remove the clothes he’d just put on and get back into bed with me. I almost jumped in surprise when he spoke as I was jerked from my thoughts, “I’m glad you finally understand.”
“Understand what?” I asked, suddenly confused.
“That you understand the kind of relationship that I want. Doesn’t make sense for guys of our profession who are constantly travelling and what not to settle down. Too many people expect you to want to sleep over afterwards…I just want to get what I need and go home to my own bed. Sleep and sex are totally different. I’m glad that you get that now. You seemed kind of pissed last time…I thought I was being straight forward with you.”
I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach this time as the realization set in that my plan had back fired, “Oh…yeah. No I wasn’t mad, I just wasn’t feeling well,” I lied. “Wanted to get back to the hotel before I embarrassed myself. But no you’re right. Too many expectations.”
“Exactly.” He pulled his shirt over his head, giving me one last look at his toned stomach before covering it with his t-shirt, “So I’ll see you in a week right?”
“Yeah…a week.” I said slowly, still grasping at the situation.
“Okay,” he said cheerily, “Bye Jay.”
“Bye.” The door closed behind him and I put my head in my hands. Damn it. Well that could have gone better.
Chapter: 3
Pairings/Characters: Jason Spezza (Ottawa Senators) /Carlo Colaiacovo (Toronto Maple Leafs)
Word Count: 1302
Rating: PG-13, sexual implications
Setting: Toronto, 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 ;)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Jason’s POV
We got out of the shower and he threw me a towel to dry off, I could feel myself still grinning and I tried to push the feeling down. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t get out or something. I had my flings here and there but this…what just happened…well that was incredible. Looking up I expected to see a smile on his face too, his face was blank though and I couldn’t read it at all. I didn’t know him well enough to be able to tell what he was thinking, but one thing was for sure…something had shifted.
“You okay?” I asked slowly, rubbing my hair with the towel.
“Fine,” he muttered, wrapping his towel around his waist, “Why wouldn’t I be? Just got fucked right?”
I let out a nervous laugh, unused to his bluntness, “Yeah…guess so.”
He walked out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom and I followed, picking my boxers up off the floor and slipping them on. When I entered the room I was greeted by a face full of fabric as he threw my shirt at me, picking up his own clothes off the floor. I tugged it on, frowning slightly at how he had turned completely cold on me. Well at least he hasn’t shown me the door yet or I’d start to think this was…
“So I guess you should be going if you want to get back to the hotel and get any sleep before you guys leave tomorrow.”
There it was. I let out a sigh, I thought this was more than just a random hook-up. Wrong again Jason. Why do I always pick these guys? The ones who want nothing more than one night of gratification. Anything more than that? Well forget it, pack your bags and get the fuck out. I was getting sick of it. I just wanted to relax, to come home to one person and not have to worry about whether or not I was going to score when we went out to the bar.
“Yeah. Might still get a couple hours.” I said flatly, pulling my jeans on.
“You can always sleep on the plane.” He grabbed the remote off the night table and turned on the television. I felt like I had been slapped in the face. Would he even notice if I left the room right now? Would he care? I somehow doubted it. Taking one last look at him, I clenched my jaw in aggravation and began walking out of his room.
“Jason?”
“Yeah?” I asked turning around. Maybe he’d changed his mind, maybe he wanted me to stay after all.
“Do you have enough cash on you for a cab?”
My eyes narrowed and my hand involuntarily clenched into a fist, “I’ll be fine.”
“Okay good.” He turned his attention back to the television and I turned on my heel and left. Grabbing my coat off the couch and slamming the door behind me as I left his apartment. What an asshole! Why is it the best fucks are always such cold, calculating pricks.
I couldn’t sleep when I finally did get back to the hotel, tossing and turning in my bed, adrenaline still pumping through my veins from my anger. Jason Spezza was no one’s one night stand. Next time we meet Carlo Colaiacovo…you just watch yourself.
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September 24th, 07
Our first game against the leafs, a pre-season warm-up game and the first time I would be seeing him since our last meeting. The leafs had missed the playoffs at the end of the season and I missed my opportunity to show him up. Well we’d just see what happened tonight. The game was over and I overheard that Stajan kid mention a bar they were all meeting up at. Setting in mind I ran back to our locker room to convince some of the guys to go out for a drink.
We walked into the bar and I immediately saw the large group of young leafs in the corner, laughing and drinking boisterously. I caught Carlo’s eye and he shot me a small smile, but I turned away from him instead talking to my team mates as we decided to go sit at the bar. Antoine grabbed the seat I had been eyeing and forcing me to grab the last stool at the bar, making it easier for him to come talk to me without my team mates hanging over his shoulder. Great.
As I suspected about an hour later, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned away from my conversation with Antoine looking up at Carlo with mock surprise, “Imagine seeing you here…”
“Yeah…odd coincidence,” he said with a smirk.
“Must be. Now if you’ll excuse me you kind of interrupted us.” I turned my back on him, facing Antoine and resuming our conversation about…wait…what were we even talking about? Antoine raised his eyebrow in a ‘what the fuck was that all about?’ kind of way and I just shook my head. He must have gone back to his seat because I didn’t get another tap on the shoulder. I motioned to the bartender for another one, she poured us another beer and set them down in front of us grinning, “This round is taken care of. He hopes you accept his apology.”
Antoine looked even more confused than ever and looked around as if expecting to be on some prank TV show. I however knew exactly who had done it. Well there was only one thing for it…turning around I looked at Carlo across the room who grinned and held up his own beer in a long distance cheers. I raised my glass but didn’t smile…he wasn’t allowed to win. He wasn’t!
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A couple hours later, I lay panting for breath in my hotel room bed after some of the best sex I’d ever had…again. Okay…I definitely need to rethink my plan. After our hearts had stopped racing, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
“Look I have to get up really early in the morning for our ride home so…”
He glanced over at me his smile switching to a smirk, “That’s fine.”
Getting up he started getting dressed and I watched him from my bed, secretly wishing he’d remove the clothes he’d just put on and get back into bed with me. I almost jumped in surprise when he spoke as I was jerked from my thoughts, “I’m glad you finally understand.”
“Understand what?” I asked, suddenly confused.
“That you understand the kind of relationship that I want. Doesn’t make sense for guys of our profession who are constantly travelling and what not to settle down. Too many people expect you to want to sleep over afterwards…I just want to get what I need and go home to my own bed. Sleep and sex are totally different. I’m glad that you get that now. You seemed kind of pissed last time…I thought I was being straight forward with you.”
I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach this time as the realization set in that my plan had back fired, “Oh…yeah. No I wasn’t mad, I just wasn’t feeling well,” I lied. “Wanted to get back to the hotel before I embarrassed myself. But no you’re right. Too many expectations.”
“Exactly.” He pulled his shirt over his head, giving me one last look at his toned stomach before covering it with his t-shirt, “So I’ll see you in a week right?”
“Yeah…a week.” I said slowly, still grasping at the situation.
“Okay,” he said cheerily, “Bye Jay.”
“Bye.” The door closed behind him and I put my head in my hands. Damn it. Well that could have gone better.