SHIMMER
Title: Shimmer
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Andrew Alberts/Andrew Ference (Alberts' POV)
Word Count: 1,115
Rating: Hard R, borderline NC17.
Author's Note: Moar Andeh2 for neekbreek, because she is teh awesomesauce.
And can I be a friend, we'll forget the past
But maybe I'm not able. And I break at the bend.
We're here and now, but will we ever be again?
'Cause I have found all that shimmers
in this world is sure to fade away again...
“You. I want you.”
I think, the second he touched me, I was thrown into autopilot. Well, I'd thought that, initially, until he spoke. And when he told me that he wanted me? My body went into overdrive. And I couldn't even blame it on the alcohol anymore, because the feeling of his lips against mine sobered me. So, I didn't even have a security blanket anymore. This was all me. All my brain telling me to do this. I stared into those brown eyes, and swallowed the nervous lump that had lodged it's way into my throat. I brought my face forward and pressed a kiss to that square jawline, trailing down and hitting his lips again. My hands were still gently running up his stomach, and I broke the kiss for a second to pull his shirt up over his head. I stared in awe for a second as the two tiger tattoos on his chest seemingly jumped off at me. God. I'd seen them before? But never...noticed...them.
I drew back for a second and just looked at him. I swear to God, resistance was futile. I reached my hands forward and pushed him backward, down onto the couch and, though I'd never done this with another man before, I just...did what I thought was right and crawled over him, pressing my lips to his again, this time, trying to part his with my tongue. When he allowed me access, I brushed my tongue against his, feeling my heart skip a beat for a moment. God. No kiss, in my life, had ever made my heart skip, or stolen my breath away before. And when I felt his hands reach beneath my shirt from the back, I think my mind about leaked out. He tugged up on the restrictive fabric and pulled it off, discarding it to the floor with his, and I half-smiled. “I want you too...” I finally said.
I saw the grin that crossed his face, and leaned down, brushing my chest against his. God, his skin was so warm. And a lot smoother than I'd expected, aside from little scars here and there. “Albe, I swear...” he whispered, running his hands up and down my sides, taking a deep breath before continuing what he was saying. “I have wanted you for so long...I don't even know how to explain it, but...you just...” he paused to breathe, and I noticed that his breath was a little bated. “God, I wish I could explain what happened. But I saw you and...”
“Your breath was stolen away?” I asked with a grin, describing what I'd felt for him, grinning all over again. He nodded, then showed that heart-melting smirk all over again, and I reached down to play with the buckle of his belt. I felt him raise his hips into mine, and the already restrictive fabric of my jeans was even tighter in that second. “M-mine too...” I nibbled my way down his jawline, and lavished his neck with attention. “I want you, Fare. So bad...” I finally got rid of his belt, and glanced down to see his hands working at the buttons to my jeans. And in that second, I was glad that I'd decided not to wear a belt that day. I ground my hips down into his, and I swear to God, I was about to just...take him. Right then and there. But I was interrupted by a rapping on the door.
“Ignore it. P-please ignore it, Albe...” I heard Fare whimper. And I was more than happy to oblige. That tone in his voice made my cock twitch. It was deeper, much more desire filled than anyone else had ever spoken to me before. And I knew it right then; I needed to have him. I put my hands on the buttons to his jeans. One by one, I undid the button-fly's and when I finally reached the button, I prepared myself to remove them, when...there it was again. “J...Jesus Christ, just go away...” he whined, and I realized that they weren't going to go away until we answered, since they knocked again.
I hesitantly pulled my body up off of Andy's and grabbed my shirt from the floor. I looked at him, to see the disappointed look on his face, and I think mine about mirrored it. Something was trying to tell us that it wasn't a good time for this to happen, or something. And it was really fucking annoying. Putting my shirt back on, and watching as he did the same, though hesitantly, I headed to the door and opened it, to see an unfamiliar face standing on the other side. “Yes?” I asked, hoping that the annoyance in my tone wasn't overly evident.
The girl on the other side was small, but she looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eightish. I watched as she cast her glance up at me, raised an eyebrow, then cast her glance down at the paper in her hands, and back up at the number on the door of Fare's and my apartment. “Oh...I'm...so sorry. I have...the wrong apartment number...” she paused, staring at the paper. “Which way do I go...to get to apartment 4C?” she asked me.
And I tried my hardest not to snark at her, though all I wanted to do was turn around, slam the door in her face, run back into the living room and ravage my best friend on the couch in our living room. I showed her the proper way to go to get to the apartment a few doors down, and turned my head, heading back into the living room, to see that Fare wasn't there anymore. As a matter of fact, the bathroom door was closed. So, by going to answer the door? I'd fucked everything up? That was generally the way my luck went, though, wasn't it? I had something good going, and because I didn't know what the 'rules' were here, I'd done something wrong and fucked it up. I grabbed the bottle of vodka from the table and poured myself another small glass, taking it into my room with me.
As far as fucked up days went? This probably topped my list. And would for a little while. I made a note to check out into the living room in a little while, to see if Fare was still in the bathroom. That way, I could take a nice, long, cold shower. God knows it would be eons until I got a chance like this again...
Love is for fools who fall behind
And I'm somewhere in between. I never really know,
A killer from a savior.
'Til I break at the bend.
It's too far away for me to hold...
It's too far away. Guess I'll let it go.
lyrics by Fuel
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Andrew Alberts/Andrew Ference (Alberts' POV)
Word Count: 1,115
Rating: Hard R, borderline NC17.
Author's Note: Moar Andeh2 for neekbreek, because she is teh awesomesauce.
And can I be a friend, we'll forget the past
But maybe I'm not able. And I break at the bend.
We're here and now, but will we ever be again?
'Cause I have found all that shimmers
in this world is sure to fade away again...
“You. I want you.”
I think, the second he touched me, I was thrown into autopilot. Well, I'd thought that, initially, until he spoke. And when he told me that he wanted me? My body went into overdrive. And I couldn't even blame it on the alcohol anymore, because the feeling of his lips against mine sobered me. So, I didn't even have a security blanket anymore. This was all me. All my brain telling me to do this. I stared into those brown eyes, and swallowed the nervous lump that had lodged it's way into my throat. I brought my face forward and pressed a kiss to that square jawline, trailing down and hitting his lips again. My hands were still gently running up his stomach, and I broke the kiss for a second to pull his shirt up over his head. I stared in awe for a second as the two tiger tattoos on his chest seemingly jumped off at me. God. I'd seen them before? But never...noticed...them.
I drew back for a second and just looked at him. I swear to God, resistance was futile. I reached my hands forward and pushed him backward, down onto the couch and, though I'd never done this with another man before, I just...did what I thought was right and crawled over him, pressing my lips to his again, this time, trying to part his with my tongue. When he allowed me access, I brushed my tongue against his, feeling my heart skip a beat for a moment. God. No kiss, in my life, had ever made my heart skip, or stolen my breath away before. And when I felt his hands reach beneath my shirt from the back, I think my mind about leaked out. He tugged up on the restrictive fabric and pulled it off, discarding it to the floor with his, and I half-smiled. “I want you too...” I finally said.
I saw the grin that crossed his face, and leaned down, brushing my chest against his. God, his skin was so warm. And a lot smoother than I'd expected, aside from little scars here and there. “Albe, I swear...” he whispered, running his hands up and down my sides, taking a deep breath before continuing what he was saying. “I have wanted you for so long...I don't even know how to explain it, but...you just...” he paused to breathe, and I noticed that his breath was a little bated. “God, I wish I could explain what happened. But I saw you and...”
“Your breath was stolen away?” I asked with a grin, describing what I'd felt for him, grinning all over again. He nodded, then showed that heart-melting smirk all over again, and I reached down to play with the buckle of his belt. I felt him raise his hips into mine, and the already restrictive fabric of my jeans was even tighter in that second. “M-mine too...” I nibbled my way down his jawline, and lavished his neck with attention. “I want you, Fare. So bad...” I finally got rid of his belt, and glanced down to see his hands working at the buttons to my jeans. And in that second, I was glad that I'd decided not to wear a belt that day. I ground my hips down into his, and I swear to God, I was about to just...take him. Right then and there. But I was interrupted by a rapping on the door.
“Ignore it. P-please ignore it, Albe...” I heard Fare whimper. And I was more than happy to oblige. That tone in his voice made my cock twitch. It was deeper, much more desire filled than anyone else had ever spoken to me before. And I knew it right then; I needed to have him. I put my hands on the buttons to his jeans. One by one, I undid the button-fly's and when I finally reached the button, I prepared myself to remove them, when...there it was again. “J...Jesus Christ, just go away...” he whined, and I realized that they weren't going to go away until we answered, since they knocked again.
I hesitantly pulled my body up off of Andy's and grabbed my shirt from the floor. I looked at him, to see the disappointed look on his face, and I think mine about mirrored it. Something was trying to tell us that it wasn't a good time for this to happen, or something. And it was really fucking annoying. Putting my shirt back on, and watching as he did the same, though hesitantly, I headed to the door and opened it, to see an unfamiliar face standing on the other side. “Yes?” I asked, hoping that the annoyance in my tone wasn't overly evident.
The girl on the other side was small, but she looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eightish. I watched as she cast her glance up at me, raised an eyebrow, then cast her glance down at the paper in her hands, and back up at the number on the door of Fare's and my apartment. “Oh...I'm...so sorry. I have...the wrong apartment number...” she paused, staring at the paper. “Which way do I go...to get to apartment 4C?” she asked me.
And I tried my hardest not to snark at her, though all I wanted to do was turn around, slam the door in her face, run back into the living room and ravage my best friend on the couch in our living room. I showed her the proper way to go to get to the apartment a few doors down, and turned my head, heading back into the living room, to see that Fare wasn't there anymore. As a matter of fact, the bathroom door was closed. So, by going to answer the door? I'd fucked everything up? That was generally the way my luck went, though, wasn't it? I had something good going, and because I didn't know what the 'rules' were here, I'd done something wrong and fucked it up. I grabbed the bottle of vodka from the table and poured myself another small glass, taking it into my room with me.
As far as fucked up days went? This probably topped my list. And would for a little while. I made a note to check out into the living room in a little while, to see if Fare was still in the bathroom. That way, I could take a nice, long, cold shower. God knows it would be eons until I got a chance like this again...
Love is for fools who fall behind
And I'm somewhere in between. I never really know,
A killer from a savior.
'Til I break at the bend.
It's too far away for me to hold...
It's too far away. Guess I'll let it go.
lyrics by Fuel