Title: Between Breaths
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Andrew Alberts/Andrew Ference (Ference's POV)
Word Count: 2,345
Rating: NC17.
Author's Note: OMG, FINALLY, TEH PR0NZ! Yep, this one goes out to Erin again since she stayed up late for this.
You knew I knew the ways that I could make you say:
"Please, please please don't take it...
Take it, take it, take it easy on me. Just make it.
Make it, make it, make it harder to breathe."
So I'll climb on top and I'll never stop
Till I make you forget who you are
And just feel.
Part of me wondered why Albe had just disappeared into his bedroom, when all I'd gone to the bathroom to do was try and calm myself down so that I wouldn't explode while sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come back. But, when I'd exited the bathroom, he wasn't in the living room. In fact, I saw the lights at the bottom of his bedroom door, and sighed sadly. I realized that he was new to this whole thing. But, we were about to...God, I don't even know if it would be having sex or making love. But whatever it was, it was ruined now. I turned the PS2 back on and grabbed the Guitar Hero controller from the video game cabinet under the TV.
But, after about six rounds of that? I still wasn't in a calm state of mind. And if playing Guitar Hero couldn't calm me down, and the songs were actually driving me insane? Then something had to be wrong. But really. Being seconds away from having sex with the guy that I'd been so desperately into since I got to Boston, and having a simple knock on the door ruin it? Was enough to drive anyone off the edge of sanity. I was normally the best guitar hero player on the team, but I couldn't seem to do anything right on this version of 'the Warrior' by Scandal. After about my seventh or eighth fuck up, I decided to just leave it be for now, and watch some TV instead. Setting the guitar-shaped controller down on the coffee table, I took a seat on the couch, pausing for a second when I saw Albe walk across the hall from his bedroom, into the bathroom. And a thought popped into my head.
But, I tried to push it away. God, he'd probably freak out if I...but...I wanted to. Desperately. I nodded my head and made sure Albe did what he usually did, in putting the radio on while he was in the shower. And when I heard Blaqk Audio blaring from the bathroom, I realized that he had. So, on my way there, I told myself that yes, I actually was going to do this. And removed my shirt, remembering the feeling of when Albe had done so earlier, and then my jeans, since I'd never actually put my belt back on. And then my boxers. And I walked over to the front door, locking it quickly, just to be sure that no one could...burst in...and ruin the moment. If we even had it. This could go one of two ways, I reminded myself as I put my hand on the door to the bathroom. He could freak out and get mad, or he could...let it happen.
I opened the door a bit, grateful for the fact that he couldn't hear me, and glanced over to the shower curtain to see his silhouette, back turned to me. Fucking A, even when he was a blur, he was absolutely gorgeous. And yeah, my cock was taking interest already. I stealthily made my way to the other side of the shower behind him, and pulled the curtain, but he still didn't notice, because his back was turned. I figured, since I was in there now, it was time to make my presence known. But...what did you say when you'd just snuck into the shower at home with your best friend? Were there any words? Really? Because that wasn't a standard everyday event. I cleared my throat.
Albe turned his head quickly, and practically leapt about a mile. “Fare...what the hell are y-”
“Jesus, Albe, this is cold...” I said as I felt the water hit me, and I leaned past him to turn the hot water on a little...or a lot. I stood back up straight and gauged his reaction. But...he wasn't saying anything. At all. He was just kind of standing there, staring at me like I was an alien or something. He was shocked, and rightfully so. But he wasn't pushing me away, or running for the door, so I didn't leave. “That's better...” I quipped as I felt the water starting to heat up.
Albe still stood there, as though he were trying to find the words to say, but I looked at him for another couple seconds. “This...is okay, right?” I asked. But, that was basically all I got the chance to say, before I felt him practically shove me back into the wall of the shower and cover my lips with his.
“I thought you were mad at me...” he whispered in a momentary break in the kissing, staring into my eyes from the few inches that separated us. “I thought that...you didn't want me anymore because I went to answer the door...”
I shook my head and ran a hand along his cheek, trying to calm him down. “Albe...” I shook my head, pulling him down to me and pressing my lips to his, then pulled back and tried to reaffirm to him that I wasn't mad at him. “No. I was worried that you were upset or something, because you went into your room. I was trying to cool myself down so that I didn't explode before you got back...” I stared into his eyes. God, he was so...so beautiful. And so innocent. He really...had no idea what was going on here. No idea how much he drove me crazy. “I'm not mad at you...I...God, I want you so fucking bad, Albe. I want to taste you...”
He stared at me for a second, and I felt his crushing presence against me once again, pinning me to the wall in a way that...God, there was no word for it. His body was so much larger than mine, but I loved feeling suffocated. Feeling overpowered, but knowing that the person overpowering me would never hurt me. Plus, the fact that he was such a teddy bear on the inside, and such a pushover, really, made my next move that much easier. I pushed him off to the side, against the other wall (though maybe a little rougher than I'd intended to), and rocked up onto my tip-toes to kiss his lips. And I felt his hands on my back, feeling my insides catching on fire. I looked up at him and smirked a little. “You trust me, right Albe?” I asked, glancing up at him and watching as he nodded. And I kissed a trail down his jawline, taking in the taste of him, as he had yet to soap up yet, and the taste was still distinctly his.
I put one hand on his cheek, making my way back up to his face and grinning at him. “So fucking beautiful. I...God, I...” I wasn't sure what I wanted, aside from the fact that I wanted him. And I didn't even know what caused what happened next. But, in a half second, Albe went from staring in absolute awe of what I was doing to taking charge. He'd grabbed me and switched our positions around, and was running his hands all over my body.
I didn't know how someone, who had never done anything like this before, at least that I knew of, could know exactly how to touch, exactly where, to drive me insane. His hands ran up my sides, a little bit of a harder, more pressured touch, and then when he came to my chest, it was soft and tickling. And, God. I could have gotten off merely on that. That was, until his hands ran down my abdomen and onto my hips, down my pelvic area, and gently grazed my length. Even the gentle touch for a half second made the world underneath me seem to wobble a little. “Oh...god. Albe, please...” I leaned my head back against the wall of the shower.
“I don't exactly know what I'm-”
“You could have f-fooled me...” I gasped out, then pulled my head back to look up at him and bit my lip, trying to catch my breath as his fingers ran up and down my length again. “Th-that is fine...I...” I reached for anything to cling to, and the first things I came to were Albe's forearms. And right then, they were the only things keeping me standing. I noted inwardly, with what limited brain function I had left, that he was a little less of a pushover than I'd initially thought. “F-fuck...” I moaned out, glancing up into his eyes, using those to keep me braced to the world, so I could...guide him along.
Slowly, I brought my hands down lower to gently stroke against his length, and moaned when the touch that I delivered most have done something right, as his attentions to my own cock tightened and jerked a little. I threw my head back against the wall of the shower and cried out, trying to match his motions with my own, and giving off a little satisfied grin when I heard him groan a little bit. Looking up into his deep brown eyes, I used whatever bit of sanity I had left to beckon his lips closer, catching them with my own when he obliged. And, I swear to God, I must have wanted him more than I'd thought, because I felt my body begin to tense up a bit. I tried to hold back, as I had never...this quickly. Never before. Not even with Dion. But...God, something about his hands. Calloused, but with just the right amount of smooth spots to bring an air of sensitivity to the touch.
I tried to keep myself on the proper side for a little while longer, because I wanted us to get there together, but I just...didn't see it happening, as I felt my knees beginning to weaken, and the blood-flow all culminating...and then? Starbursts. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, in any of the sexual encounters I'd had. Like my body was in overdrive and heading straight for a cliff, but I didn't want to stop, for the thrill of the ride. “OH...GOD. ALBE!” I cried out, releasing my grip on Albe's length and trying to brace myself on the wall behind me so I didn't fall into a heap on the floor of the shower. I arched my back into him and felt his arms wrap around me, as he tried to help me stay standing, and I smirked.
We stayed that way until my body was stable enough for me to stand on my own, and the world seemed to finally stop spinning; and then I looked up at him, my grin turning slightly more sly as I pressed a kiss to his lips briefly, taking a quick glance to see how the water rivulets looked as they caressed his face, then ran down his neck...down his chest, stomach, hips and to the area that had beckoned me since...God, since we'd first met. I followed the next water drop as it hit, peppering light, soft kisses down his entire body, falling to my knees before him. I took a glance up, to see that he was staring down at me, and it seemed as though he wasn't sure what to expect. All I knew was that right then? I wasn't willing to let him down. Not after what he'd just done for me. With my hands running up his thighs, I ran my tongue slowly up his length, taking in the taste that I'd been waiting for.
I let my tongue circle his head, lapping up a bit of the precum that the water hadn't quite washed away, and then wrapped my lips around him, completely drowning myself in his taste. Most people were turned off by the taste, but...God, when it was someone you really cared for? Like I cared for Albe? It was...almost enough to bring on an orgasm in itself. And God...the noises that he was making? Especially after I'd taken him all the way in, and I felt him tickling the back of my throat? Were...the words aren't even there. His voice alone was enough to make me cum in my jeans when we were out in public, but when he was moaning out my name, gasping and clinging to the edge of an orgasm, with his hands pressed against the shower wall? Fuck, it was all I had to do not to explode.
“F-Fare...I'm gonna...” I heard him gasp out, and while he was still in my mouth, I ran my tongue up his entire length, bringing him over the edge, causing him to pour into my mouth. And I swallowed every last bit of it. Because, as I said, I liked the taste. I pulled back and looked up at him, to see him slide down the wall of the shower, and sit in front of me, a huge smirk on his face.
“What?” I asked with a slight nibble on my lower lip.
“I'd say this was a little better than the couch, don't you think?” he asked in a breathy voice, his whole body slumped, as he still looked into my eyes, the water of the shower pouring around us.
“Um, fuck yes...” I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, feeling him wince beneath my lips as he probably tasted himself. But, as I was damn sure that this wasn't the last time this would happen (at least so long as I had something to say about it), it was something that he should probably get used to. “Albe?”
“Hm?” he mustered from his brain.
“You're so damn beautiful...”
“You too, Fare...” he whispered.
And...I didn't think the smile on my face would go away for-hell, I wasn't sure if it ever would.
Do you remember your last look?
Well, you were smiling, and drowning
And I knew exactly what it took
to make you beg and pray.
lyrics by Blaqk Audio