I CAUGHT FIRE
Title: I Caught Fire
Authors: geekintehpink & ks_writes
Character/Pairing: Phil Kessel (Boston Bruins)/Drew Stafford (Buffalo Sabres)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, k?
Rating: NC17. Yeah, we are filthy ladies.
Warnings: Language, seckses.
Word Count: 2,329
Author's Note: We likey phone sex.
Ever since that day by the river, Drew had been happy. He couldn't remember ever being this happy. He was walking around with a stupid grin on his face, and while he was getting pretty tired of being asked why he couldn't stop smiling when he couldn't tell the truth, it was a small price to pay for this feeling.
He'd always thought it was a myth that love could be this good. That another person could make him feel complete, or that another person could pick him up no matter how he was feeling, but that was exactly what Phil did to him. They'd met up a few times since that first day, and every time it had just got better. Drew could never get enough of Phil. Not only did he love being around him, talking about everything and anything for hours; not only did he make him smile and laugh like nobody else could. As well as all that, he could never get enough of his touch, his smell, his taste. He could never get enough of pleasuring him. All of which meant that being away from Phil was some kind of hell.
And it wasn't much easier for Phil, either. It had been okay. Well, maybe not so much okay as tolerable. It had been tolerable until Boston and Buffalo faced each other three times in two weeks. Then he'd seen more of Drew than he had since the summertime, and it was even more difficult when they had to say goodbye for a month or two. They'd spent the entire night at Phil's apartment in Boston-Drew had even gone so far as to take a shuttle bus back down to Buffalo, rather than the team charter. And it had been the most amazing night of Phil's life. They'd shared words and embraces that Phil had seen shared between lovers many a time, but never been part of one before, and it was...beautiful. But when the goodbye came, that made it all that more difficult. To the point where he felt himself falling into a slump.
He wasn't sure what was going on, but he when he was on the ice, he couldn't stop thinking about Drew. He knew that Drew should probably enjoy this slump of his, because as long as he was suffering, his team was too, but Drew was spending his time worrying about the fact that Phil wasn't 'right' or 'okay,' and neither of them could pinpoint why. That night, as Phil lay, tossing and turning in bed, his mind was on one thing, and that one thing was Drew. He had never been involved in anything like this before, that he couldn't think about anything else, and it was driving him insane. He needed to talk to him. Needed to hear his voice. And before he could stop himself, he found himself reaching for his cell phone and speed dialing two, waiting for the familiar sound of his lover's voice.
"Hello..."
"Hey, Drew. I'm sorry to call so late... did I wake you?"
"No, I couldn't sleep," Drew said. He'd been thinking about calling Phil himself, but didn't want to risk waking him, either; he had to smile as he wondered if this was another sign of how connected they really were.
"No... me neither," Phil said. "I... oh christ. I miss you. I miss you so much and I wish you were here and I needed to hear your voice. I can't think about anything else..."
"It's okay. It's okay," Drew hated hearing him so agitated, and tried his best to soothe Phil, even though he felt the same. "I understand. I miss you too. I miss you all the time..."
"This is... this is so difficult," Phil said softly, and Drew thought he could hear him fighting to hold back tears. That sound broke his heart, because all he wanted to do, all he ever wanted, was to be with Phil. Drew was the one causing him this pain, and he hated that.
"Not that I want to stop," Phil continued. "You're worth it, you're worth every second of it. I just miss you..."
"God, Phil, I want to be with you. If I could I would be, you know that. But two more weeks and the Bruins will be in Buffalo. Just focus on that," Drew told him.
"I am focused on it. On nothing else..." Phil paused.
"Are you still worried about not scoring?"
"Yeah..." Phil said quietly. "I am."
"I'm sorry... I feel like... I feel like it's my fault, because I'm hurting you. And I hate that feeling. I hate thinking of you suffering, especially if it's because of me, and I don't know how to make it better, I can't be there, and you need me..."
"I do need you, Drew. I do. That's why I'm with you. And of course it's painful being away from you, but like I say. You're worth it. You'll get me through this. Knowing that I always have you... that'll get me through this."
Drew grinned. "Here I was going to pep-talk you, and you pep-talked yourself. You're amazing, just remember that. I love you."
"I love you too. And god, Drew. I want you. I want you so fucking much..." Phil whispered in that tone he always took when he wanted Drew in that way. Well, that was all the time, but...that was beside the point. “I hate that we're so fucking far away, Drew...”
Drew heard Phil's voice deepen a bit, and-Christ, his cock immediately took interest. Truth be told, they'd never tried this on the phone before. But he wasn't sure that was the direction that Phil was taking, so, he sort of went quiet for a second, before saying, “Me too...” in a mousey voice, since he was afraid if he spoke any louder, his hunger for Phil would show in his voice.
Phil, however, noticed the slight cracking in his lover's voice, and smirked a little. So, he really did want Phil that much. He bit his lip and ran the opposite hand through his hair, imagining that it was Drew's fingers knotting gently into the blond strands. “There are so many things I want to...do to you...” he whispered, putting an unnecessary amount of emphasis on the last part of that sentence.
Drew's breath caught in his throat for a second, and he felt a muscle in his inner thigh twitch, as he clamped down on his lower lip, trying as hard as he could not to show Phil exactly how desperate he was right then. He finally breathed in, though he really didn't trust himself to, and spoke when he thought he could trust his voice. “...l-like...what?” he asked, the desperation finally showing through.
Phil's cock throbbed a bit, and he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. “Hm...like, I'd make sure that my mouth found that spot on your neck...you know...that spot that always makes you give off that little groan...makes you cry out for me...” he spoke in that voice that Drew had so eloquently described as 'x-rated,' then waited for a reaction.
Drew hadn't intended for the mere thought of that to make him moan, but the sound escaped his lips all the same; he knew exactly what Phil meant, and hearing him describe it in that tone of voice turned him on incredibly.
"See, there's no need to be hesitant," Phil grinned.
"I've never tried this before..." Drew said softly. "I didn't want you to think..."
"It's okay. Just... say what you want... what you want to do..." Phil made no effort to hide the lust in his voice, and it was just about the hottest thing Drew had ever heard.
"Well then. While you're paying attention to my neck... maybe I'd run a hand through your hair, since that seems to drive you wild... and with my other hand, trace my fingers down your back... slowly... barely touching you... just enough to make you shiver... the way I love doing to you... the way that makes you whimper..."
It was Phil's turn to moan at just the thought of something. He could almost feel Drew doing this to him; almost feel the touch that drove him crazy every single time. "You're teasing me and I'm not even with you... that takes talent, Drew Stafford..." Phil breathed. “But I suppose to retaliate, I'd have to lean forward and grind my hips into yours, showing you exactly how hard I am...because I am, Drew...for the love of God, I am...” he paused, shuddering out a breath, then imagining his boyfriend's hands moving along his body as he had just described. “I'd have to grab your hips, then steal a kiss, nibbling on your lip and caressing your tongue with my own and...”
“Fuck...” Drew whispered, all but feeling Phil's lips on his own, the familiar feeling of his boyfriend's warm tongue sliding against his own, and he felt the tent in his jeans grow a little. “I'd-I'd dig my fingers into your back...trying to...trying to grab hold of you and feel you close to me...f-fuck, Phil, I need you...”
“Where are your hands?” Phil asked, trying to encourage his lover, to tell him it was okay to touch himself. “Because...mine are moving down...onto your belt and removing it slowly...grabbing your hips from underneath and moving down even lower...now my right one is gently wrapping around your cock, while the left gently tweaks your right nipple...your right one likes it more than the left, doesn't it, Drew...”
"Oh, god... you know me so well..." Drew moaned, his hands acting out what Phil was describing to him. "If that's what I'm getting... I think it's only fair... if I do the same... not before running my hands over your waist, though... still barely touching you... and just when you can't take any more of that? Those pants are going to have to come off... mmm... you really are hard, aren't you..."
"God, yes..." Phil gasped in response, "So fucking turned on right now..."
"Harder than I've ever felt you..." Drew whispered. "And now I have one hand around your cock... as tightly as I possibly can... squeezing you... rubbing you... I can't wait Phil, I can't..."
"Don't wait. Take me..."
"Yes..." Drew really couldn't wait, squeezing his own cock and imagining this was Phil; imagining they really were doing this to each other simultaneously. "And my other hand is squeezing your ass at the same time... I love the way that makes you cry out... and I know you make that sound just for me..."
"Oh god, yes. It is... for you... it's all for you, Drew..." his breath was heavy and deep now, and he could see in the mirror on the wall in his apartment that his face was twisting in that 'about to come' expression, but he had to hold out. A little while longer. For Drew. “I'm making that face you love...now, I'm taking my hand and pulling you to me, wrapping both of our hands around both of our cocks...together, bringing your-oh, GOD, Drew, I can't...I'm gonna come, baby...all over you...I'm gonna...I can't wait...”
“Come, Phil. Please...I want your warmth all over me...I...p-please come...we can...w-we can get there together because I...”
“Oh...Drew...oh...GOD!” Phil practically screamed, knowing full well that his neighbors were capable of hearing him but not caring, mostly because he heard Drew's voice echoing his own. He had been laying back on his bed, and he felt his own seed coating his stomach, but in his mind, as he knew his lover had just come along with him, that it was Drew's. He nearly dropped the phone, but held onto it as tightly as he could, as the breath coming from the other side was bringing it on even harder, and he couldn't help but feel like he was about to melt into the bed.
Drew was also seconds away from melting into his own bed, as Phil's cries of ecstasy had brought him to his own orgasm. And the feel of himself-though in his head it was Phil-bringing him off in the most loving, compassionate manner was like nothing he'd ever felt before. "Jesus... Phil... that was... how did you... how did you do that to me..."
"I could ask you... the same thing..." Phil panted. "So good... even when you're not here..."
"We should've tried this sooner..."
"It'll be a hell of a lot sooner next time. Believe me..."
"Two weeks, Phil... two weeks and we can feel it for real... just stay strong. Or call me," Drew smirked. "Wow. I've never felt anything like that on my own... wow."
"You weren't on your own," Phil said softly. "You were with me."
"You're right. It was you... I love you so much. I'll... I'll call you tomorrow. We can take turns." He was grinning now, and he could tell by Phil's voice he was too.
"Deal. Talk to you tomorrow. I love you... and Drew..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna beat... whatever it is that's stopping me scoring... because like I said. It's all for you. Goodnight..."
"That's why you're amazing, Phil. Sleep well..." Drew ended the call, feeling extremely fuzzy and happy. And when he fell asleep that night, it was the deepest sleep he'd had in a long time. He had found a way to be closer to the person he loved, and it was so simple he wondered why they hadn't tried it sooner. But most of all, now more than ever, he knew Phil was special, and that he was incredibly lucky... and that two weeks couldn't tick by quickly enough.
In your eyes, I lost my place
Could stay a while and I'm melting
In your eyes like my first time
That I caught fire just stay with me
Lay with me now
Never caught my breath
Every second I'm without you I'm a mess
Ever know each other; trust these words are stones
Why cuts aren't healing; learning how to love
lyrics by the Used
Authors: geekintehpink & ks_writes
Character/Pairing: Phil Kessel (Boston Bruins)/Drew Stafford (Buffalo Sabres)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, k?
Rating: NC17. Yeah, we are filthy ladies.
Warnings: Language, seckses.
Word Count: 2,329
Author's Note: We likey phone sex.
Ever since that day by the river, Drew had been happy. He couldn't remember ever being this happy. He was walking around with a stupid grin on his face, and while he was getting pretty tired of being asked why he couldn't stop smiling when he couldn't tell the truth, it was a small price to pay for this feeling.
He'd always thought it was a myth that love could be this good. That another person could make him feel complete, or that another person could pick him up no matter how he was feeling, but that was exactly what Phil did to him. They'd met up a few times since that first day, and every time it had just got better. Drew could never get enough of Phil. Not only did he love being around him, talking about everything and anything for hours; not only did he make him smile and laugh like nobody else could. As well as all that, he could never get enough of his touch, his smell, his taste. He could never get enough of pleasuring him. All of which meant that being away from Phil was some kind of hell.
And it wasn't much easier for Phil, either. It had been okay. Well, maybe not so much okay as tolerable. It had been tolerable until Boston and Buffalo faced each other three times in two weeks. Then he'd seen more of Drew than he had since the summertime, and it was even more difficult when they had to say goodbye for a month or two. They'd spent the entire night at Phil's apartment in Boston-Drew had even gone so far as to take a shuttle bus back down to Buffalo, rather than the team charter. And it had been the most amazing night of Phil's life. They'd shared words and embraces that Phil had seen shared between lovers many a time, but never been part of one before, and it was...beautiful. But when the goodbye came, that made it all that more difficult. To the point where he felt himself falling into a slump.
He wasn't sure what was going on, but he when he was on the ice, he couldn't stop thinking about Drew. He knew that Drew should probably enjoy this slump of his, because as long as he was suffering, his team was too, but Drew was spending his time worrying about the fact that Phil wasn't 'right' or 'okay,' and neither of them could pinpoint why. That night, as Phil lay, tossing and turning in bed, his mind was on one thing, and that one thing was Drew. He had never been involved in anything like this before, that he couldn't think about anything else, and it was driving him insane. He needed to talk to him. Needed to hear his voice. And before he could stop himself, he found himself reaching for his cell phone and speed dialing two, waiting for the familiar sound of his lover's voice.
"Hello..."
"Hey, Drew. I'm sorry to call so late... did I wake you?"
"No, I couldn't sleep," Drew said. He'd been thinking about calling Phil himself, but didn't want to risk waking him, either; he had to smile as he wondered if this was another sign of how connected they really were.
"No... me neither," Phil said. "I... oh christ. I miss you. I miss you so much and I wish you were here and I needed to hear your voice. I can't think about anything else..."
"It's okay. It's okay," Drew hated hearing him so agitated, and tried his best to soothe Phil, even though he felt the same. "I understand. I miss you too. I miss you all the time..."
"This is... this is so difficult," Phil said softly, and Drew thought he could hear him fighting to hold back tears. That sound broke his heart, because all he wanted to do, all he ever wanted, was to be with Phil. Drew was the one causing him this pain, and he hated that.
"Not that I want to stop," Phil continued. "You're worth it, you're worth every second of it. I just miss you..."
"God, Phil, I want to be with you. If I could I would be, you know that. But two more weeks and the Bruins will be in Buffalo. Just focus on that," Drew told him.
"I am focused on it. On nothing else..." Phil paused.
"Are you still worried about not scoring?"
"Yeah..." Phil said quietly. "I am."
"I'm sorry... I feel like... I feel like it's my fault, because I'm hurting you. And I hate that feeling. I hate thinking of you suffering, especially if it's because of me, and I don't know how to make it better, I can't be there, and you need me..."
"I do need you, Drew. I do. That's why I'm with you. And of course it's painful being away from you, but like I say. You're worth it. You'll get me through this. Knowing that I always have you... that'll get me through this."
Drew grinned. "Here I was going to pep-talk you, and you pep-talked yourself. You're amazing, just remember that. I love you."
"I love you too. And god, Drew. I want you. I want you so fucking much..." Phil whispered in that tone he always took when he wanted Drew in that way. Well, that was all the time, but...that was beside the point. “I hate that we're so fucking far away, Drew...”
Drew heard Phil's voice deepen a bit, and-Christ, his cock immediately took interest. Truth be told, they'd never tried this on the phone before. But he wasn't sure that was the direction that Phil was taking, so, he sort of went quiet for a second, before saying, “Me too...” in a mousey voice, since he was afraid if he spoke any louder, his hunger for Phil would show in his voice.
Phil, however, noticed the slight cracking in his lover's voice, and smirked a little. So, he really did want Phil that much. He bit his lip and ran the opposite hand through his hair, imagining that it was Drew's fingers knotting gently into the blond strands. “There are so many things I want to...do to you...” he whispered, putting an unnecessary amount of emphasis on the last part of that sentence.
Drew's breath caught in his throat for a second, and he felt a muscle in his inner thigh twitch, as he clamped down on his lower lip, trying as hard as he could not to show Phil exactly how desperate he was right then. He finally breathed in, though he really didn't trust himself to, and spoke when he thought he could trust his voice. “...l-like...what?” he asked, the desperation finally showing through.
Phil's cock throbbed a bit, and he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. “Hm...like, I'd make sure that my mouth found that spot on your neck...you know...that spot that always makes you give off that little groan...makes you cry out for me...” he spoke in that voice that Drew had so eloquently described as 'x-rated,' then waited for a reaction.
Drew hadn't intended for the mere thought of that to make him moan, but the sound escaped his lips all the same; he knew exactly what Phil meant, and hearing him describe it in that tone of voice turned him on incredibly.
"See, there's no need to be hesitant," Phil grinned.
"I've never tried this before..." Drew said softly. "I didn't want you to think..."
"It's okay. Just... say what you want... what you want to do..." Phil made no effort to hide the lust in his voice, and it was just about the hottest thing Drew had ever heard.
"Well then. While you're paying attention to my neck... maybe I'd run a hand through your hair, since that seems to drive you wild... and with my other hand, trace my fingers down your back... slowly... barely touching you... just enough to make you shiver... the way I love doing to you... the way that makes you whimper..."
It was Phil's turn to moan at just the thought of something. He could almost feel Drew doing this to him; almost feel the touch that drove him crazy every single time. "You're teasing me and I'm not even with you... that takes talent, Drew Stafford..." Phil breathed. “But I suppose to retaliate, I'd have to lean forward and grind my hips into yours, showing you exactly how hard I am...because I am, Drew...for the love of God, I am...” he paused, shuddering out a breath, then imagining his boyfriend's hands moving along his body as he had just described. “I'd have to grab your hips, then steal a kiss, nibbling on your lip and caressing your tongue with my own and...”
“Fuck...” Drew whispered, all but feeling Phil's lips on his own, the familiar feeling of his boyfriend's warm tongue sliding against his own, and he felt the tent in his jeans grow a little. “I'd-I'd dig my fingers into your back...trying to...trying to grab hold of you and feel you close to me...f-fuck, Phil, I need you...”
“Where are your hands?” Phil asked, trying to encourage his lover, to tell him it was okay to touch himself. “Because...mine are moving down...onto your belt and removing it slowly...grabbing your hips from underneath and moving down even lower...now my right one is gently wrapping around your cock, while the left gently tweaks your right nipple...your right one likes it more than the left, doesn't it, Drew...”
"Oh, god... you know me so well..." Drew moaned, his hands acting out what Phil was describing to him. "If that's what I'm getting... I think it's only fair... if I do the same... not before running my hands over your waist, though... still barely touching you... and just when you can't take any more of that? Those pants are going to have to come off... mmm... you really are hard, aren't you..."
"God, yes..." Phil gasped in response, "So fucking turned on right now..."
"Harder than I've ever felt you..." Drew whispered. "And now I have one hand around your cock... as tightly as I possibly can... squeezing you... rubbing you... I can't wait Phil, I can't..."
"Don't wait. Take me..."
"Yes..." Drew really couldn't wait, squeezing his own cock and imagining this was Phil; imagining they really were doing this to each other simultaneously. "And my other hand is squeezing your ass at the same time... I love the way that makes you cry out... and I know you make that sound just for me..."
"Oh god, yes. It is... for you... it's all for you, Drew..." his breath was heavy and deep now, and he could see in the mirror on the wall in his apartment that his face was twisting in that 'about to come' expression, but he had to hold out. A little while longer. For Drew. “I'm making that face you love...now, I'm taking my hand and pulling you to me, wrapping both of our hands around both of our cocks...together, bringing your-oh, GOD, Drew, I can't...I'm gonna come, baby...all over you...I'm gonna...I can't wait...”
“Come, Phil. Please...I want your warmth all over me...I...p-please come...we can...w-we can get there together because I...”
“Oh...Drew...oh...GOD!” Phil practically screamed, knowing full well that his neighbors were capable of hearing him but not caring, mostly because he heard Drew's voice echoing his own. He had been laying back on his bed, and he felt his own seed coating his stomach, but in his mind, as he knew his lover had just come along with him, that it was Drew's. He nearly dropped the phone, but held onto it as tightly as he could, as the breath coming from the other side was bringing it on even harder, and he couldn't help but feel like he was about to melt into the bed.
Drew was also seconds away from melting into his own bed, as Phil's cries of ecstasy had brought him to his own orgasm. And the feel of himself-though in his head it was Phil-bringing him off in the most loving, compassionate manner was like nothing he'd ever felt before. "Jesus... Phil... that was... how did you... how did you do that to me..."
"I could ask you... the same thing..." Phil panted. "So good... even when you're not here..."
"We should've tried this sooner..."
"It'll be a hell of a lot sooner next time. Believe me..."
"Two weeks, Phil... two weeks and we can feel it for real... just stay strong. Or call me," Drew smirked. "Wow. I've never felt anything like that on my own... wow."
"You weren't on your own," Phil said softly. "You were with me."
"You're right. It was you... I love you so much. I'll... I'll call you tomorrow. We can take turns." He was grinning now, and he could tell by Phil's voice he was too.
"Deal. Talk to you tomorrow. I love you... and Drew..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna beat... whatever it is that's stopping me scoring... because like I said. It's all for you. Goodnight..."
"That's why you're amazing, Phil. Sleep well..." Drew ended the call, feeling extremely fuzzy and happy. And when he fell asleep that night, it was the deepest sleep he'd had in a long time. He had found a way to be closer to the person he loved, and it was so simple he wondered why they hadn't tried it sooner. But most of all, now more than ever, he knew Phil was special, and that he was incredibly lucky... and that two weeks couldn't tick by quickly enough.
In your eyes, I lost my place
Could stay a while and I'm melting
In your eyes like my first time
That I caught fire just stay with me
Lay with me now
Never caught my breath
Every second I'm without you I'm a mess
Ever know each other; trust these words are stones
Why cuts aren't healing; learning how to love
lyrics by the Used