Hanging On
Title: Hanging On
Author: Beatrice
Pairing: Brendan Morrison/Matt Cooke
Disclaimer: It's not true.
Notes: Um, I really don't like Matt Cooke, so I'm glad to see him go. And stop pestering my team you turtle. And my teeth didn't hurt before, but now it's acting up again. Thanks a lot Canucks, yes I'm blaming this on you too.
Matt knocked on Brendan's door. Tears falling before the door had even opened. "Hey, come in honey pie." Brendan told his on-ice lover.
Matt looked around a moment. "The wife and kids are out of town." Brendan informed him. Matt took a step forward and collapsed sobbing into Brendan's strong masculine arms.
"The fucking Capitals. I'm going to be a fucking Cap." Matt sobbed and choked. Tears and snot falling from various orifices on his face. Brendan tutted making comforting noises and wiped his hand across the younger man's face. His hand now nicely coated with tears and snot. He considered for a moment wiping them on his pant leg but Matt looked so broken and beautiful that Brendan needed to touch him. Make him feel just how loved and hot he was. Brendan used his clean hand to make quick work of Matt's fly before reaching in and grabbing his dick with his wet hand stroking Matt to hardness.
Matt squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep this lasting memory etched in his mind. He knew for sure this was going to be the last time he would ever feel this way ever again. He didn't want to loose this. His breaths quickened as Brendan's pace also increased. His grip on Brendan's shoulders was so tight that he could see the whitening of his knuckles. Maybe he can finally leave a mark on Brendan, one that will at least let Brendan know how much he loved him.
Matt tried to hold on for just a little longer but his body wouldn't listen to his pleas. Brendan captured Matt's mouth with his own and that was the final push that sent Matt over the edge. Tears leaked from Matt's eyes as he realized this was it. Vancouver and Washington, two cities that were on the opposite coast. The one saving grace was that Washington probably wouldn't make it to the playoffs, unless there was a miracle in which they end up winning the division.
They slumped onto the ground, kissing each other for over 32 minutes. Brendan's cellphone rang and the picture of his loving family glared back at him. His heart swelled with love from seeing his happy family but he turned his phone off immediately, knowing that it was his lover that needed him the most right now. Matt, seeing this gesture, whispered a quiet "I love you" before locking hands with Brendan.
The two fell asleep on the ground in a messy heap, unconsciously cuddling each other at the same time. Brendan and Matt both wished this moment would last forever, even if they were uncomfortably wet and sticky, and their faces caked with dried tears.
Author: Beatrice
Pairing: Brendan Morrison/Matt Cooke
Disclaimer: It's not true.
Notes: Um, I really don't like Matt Cooke, so I'm glad to see him go. And stop pestering my team you turtle. And my teeth didn't hurt before, but now it's acting up again. Thanks a lot Canucks, yes I'm blaming this on you too.
Matt knocked on Brendan's door. Tears falling before the door had even opened. "Hey, come in honey pie." Brendan told his on-ice lover.
Matt looked around a moment. "The wife and kids are out of town." Brendan informed him. Matt took a step forward and collapsed sobbing into Brendan's strong masculine arms.
"The fucking Capitals. I'm going to be a fucking Cap." Matt sobbed and choked. Tears and snot falling from various orifices on his face. Brendan tutted making comforting noises and wiped his hand across the younger man's face. His hand now nicely coated with tears and snot. He considered for a moment wiping them on his pant leg but Matt looked so broken and beautiful that Brendan needed to touch him. Make him feel just how loved and hot he was. Brendan used his clean hand to make quick work of Matt's fly before reaching in and grabbing his dick with his wet hand stroking Matt to hardness.
Matt squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep this lasting memory etched in his mind. He knew for sure this was going to be the last time he would ever feel this way ever again. He didn't want to loose this. His breaths quickened as Brendan's pace also increased. His grip on Brendan's shoulders was so tight that he could see the whitening of his knuckles. Maybe he can finally leave a mark on Brendan, one that will at least let Brendan know how much he loved him.
Matt tried to hold on for just a little longer but his body wouldn't listen to his pleas. Brendan captured Matt's mouth with his own and that was the final push that sent Matt over the edge. Tears leaked from Matt's eyes as he realized this was it. Vancouver and Washington, two cities that were on the opposite coast. The one saving grace was that Washington probably wouldn't make it to the playoffs, unless there was a miracle in which they end up winning the division.
They slumped onto the ground, kissing each other for over 32 minutes. Brendan's cellphone rang and the picture of his loving family glared back at him. His heart swelled with love from seeing his happy family but he turned his phone off immediately, knowing that it was his lover that needed him the most right now. Matt, seeing this gesture, whispered a quiet "I love you" before locking hands with Brendan.
The two fell asleep on the ground in a messy heap, unconsciously cuddling each other at the same time. Brendan and Matt both wished this moment would last forever, even if they were uncomfortably wet and sticky, and their faces caked with dried tears.