Not Mine Alone
Title: Not Mine Alone
Authors: Me (dragonblk17) and Sammy (xunfathomablex).
Pairing: Thomas Vanek/Derek Roy (Buffalo Sabres), Maxim Afinogenov/Derek Roy (Buffalo Sabres).
Rating: R, for sex, angst, language and a very creepy Russian. Okay, not a good reason, whatever.
Summary: Derek wants to see Maxim as his injury is ailing, and Thomas realizes that Derek will never only just be his.
Translations: Tschuss - bye (informal).
Lapushka - literally "little paw" but a term of endearment in Russian.
By the way, I wrote the Thomas Vanek parts, and Sammy wrote Derek Roy and Maxim Afinogenov.
Disclaimer: We love these boys, but we don't own them. We love to write them, though!
Derek smoothly skated over to the bench, loving the shii sound his skates made when he made a quick stop, spraying ice chunks to his right. Practice was done for the day, and now he really didn’t have any obligations…he grinned. Maybe he’d visit his Maxim today, and the center entered the locker room, happy with the thought. It’d been almost a month since he’d gone to visit the Russian…maybe this time he’d bring him flowers.
“Hey lover,” Derek said, smiling, as Thomas entered the locker room. He hung out by Vanek’s locker, not even bothering to shuck off his skates yet. “Nice practice today, Thomas. Do you feel any better?”
Thomas strolled over to his locker, and flashed a smile towards the center. “I’m still sniffling a bit, but it should pass over soon.” He took off his helmet with one hand, and bent over slightly to give Derek a quick peck on the cheek. The brunette’s cheeks quickly showed a bright tint of pink when Thomas moved away. “How are you feeling? I’m more concerned about your health than mine, since you have it worse than I do. Besides, you’re the reason I even have a cold…” He winked at Derek and stuck his tongue out before sitting down in his stall.
Derek blushed even deeper, “It’s not my fault you’re sexy,” He mumbled, “And I’m getting better. At least I have my voice back, right?” He pulled Thomas up for a long kiss on the lips, “But I was thinking…” He paused for a minute, trying to find the right words to say. Derek knew that his boyfriend wouldn’t exactly approve of him wanting to see Max again. “Maybe we should visit Maxim again. I mean,” He stuttered a little, “I haven’t seen him in a month now, and I really want to see him!”
The blonde’s eyes glazed over at the sound of the word ‘Maxim’. Derek had been right; that they had not seen the Russian in at least a month, and Thomas felt that he would be just fine without seeing him until he came back to the lineup. He hated how Derek sounded so…needy, as if the older man was going to die soon if he didn’t see Maxim. “Derek, you know how much I have to resist choking the man whenever we go and see him.” Thomas blatantly stated what his thought was, and began to untie his skates.
“I didn’t ask you to go with me…” He murmured, quietly, hurt by the harshness of his blonde’s voice. “Maybe I should just go by myself.” Derek frowns, feeling a bit annoyed. Thomas got like this every time Maxim came up. The brunette just didn’t get how he can be so mean - Maxim never even really gave Thomas a reason to hate him. So maybe the Russian wasn’t the most sane person out there, and maybe he’d kind of abused Derek for a while…but Derek had forgiven him for that, so why can’t Thomas? “That way you wouldn’t have to ‘resist strangling’ him.”
“Hmph.” Thomas murmured under his breath, and he looked up at Derek. “You had said ‘we should visit Maxim’…and you know I wouldn’t let you go over there by yourself.” He went back to dealing with his skates. His fingers fidgeted with his laces as tons of thoughts were churning through his head. “Maxim is just waiting for the day I don’t come with you to his house, because then he’ll do something. He’ll take you away from me. I’m not letting him do that, Derek.”
“Do you really trust me that little?” Derek angrily barked out, “I’m not dating Maxim, I’m dating you, and I’ve got no interest in being with him again.” Okay, so maybe that was a lie. “Why? Why don’t you trust me enough to just go? Above all, Maxim is just our friend and teammate, Thomas. He knows he has no chance with me, he’s not stupid.” Derek snagged his blonde’s hands, drawing them away from his skates. “Please let me go, and if you really don’t trust me enough, then come with me.”
“..I’ll go with you then, I guess.” Thomas had softly said, looking up and into his lover’s blue eyes. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Derek. I just don’t trust…him.” He looked away then, and removed his hands from the brunette’s hold. Thomas knew one thing, and that was that yes, Maxim was his teammate - but he sure as hell wasn’t a friend of the blonde’s. Not after all the abuse he had put his Roysie through before they had even begun dating. “I promise I won’t try and choke him.” He paused. “This time, at least.”
Derek sighed, and looked away from Thomas’ blue gaze. “He’s not that bad, Thomas.” He ran his hand through his hair, “I think I just…it sucks to have you guys always at each other’s throats. I love you both, and every time I mention other of you, you both immediately attack each other. Can’t you just come to terms with each other?”
Great, another thing Thomas hated to hear - the fact that Derek loved both of the men. He knew it was hard for Derek to love just one of them, since he had been involved with both once upon a time, but it was also hard for Thomas to know he wasn’t completely faithful. The brunette stated he had no interest in being with the Russian anymore, but that didn’t mean the blonde could get over the fact his feelings hadn’t subsided. “I highly doubt that’s possible, Derek.” He took off his skates, and hung them in his stall. “I know it would make you happy, but…I can’t bring myself to even try and be friends with that man.” Thomas put some emphasis on the word ‘man’ when he said it, simply because most of the time Maxim didn’t even act like a human being.
“Alright,” He said, quietly, “I’ll try not to bring up Maxim anymore, okay? That way you don’t have to hear about him until he comes back.” He stared down at Thomas’ socks. “You need to get changed,” Regardless of the fact that Derek was still in all of his equipment, and was still sweating profusely. “After I’m done getting undressed and taking a shower, I’m leaving to go see Max.”
Thomas sighed, and grabbed onto Derek’s hand lightly. “Wait a minute.” He stood up, and locked his gaze with the shorter man. “I…Let me get in a shower too after I get all my stuff off, then we can go together, okay?” One of his hands came up to lightly brush against the side of Derek’s cheek. He could tell that Derek was upset with the fact that Maxim and himself could probably never come to terms and be friends for once, and he didn’t want him to leave in that kind of mood. “That is, unless you don’t want me to come.” Thomas’ voice softened, and he inched a bit closer to his lover.
Derek nuzzled into Thomas’ hand, and kissed it, softly. He wrapped his arms around Thomas’ waist, and snuggled into the tall man. It’s not fair how the blonde could just touch him once and make him melt. “You can come with me, if you want. I’ll be fine though.” He moved his hands up to around Thomas’ neck, and he tilted the blonde’s head towards his own. “Kiss me, once?”
Thomas smiled warmly, and sighed. “Now that is something I can do for you.” He leaned down and brushed his lips, first, against the brunette’s right cheek. The Austrian then let them trail slowly towards the center’s lips, and leaned in more to tenderly kiss him. Their noses brushed lightly against each other as they shared the moment, and Thomas was very unwilling to let it end.
He eagerly kissed him back, and then broke away with a dazed half smile. “How come everytime I kiss you, I want to kiss you again?” He whispered, and brought Thomas in for another kiss. “I love you, Thomas.”
“I love you too, Derek.” He nuzzled his nose against his, and just before he kissed him again whispered ‘My sunshine.’ Thomas leaned in again and continued to give the center the tender kiss they had been sharing moments beforehand.
Derek deepened the kiss, “I love when you call me that,” He whispered into the kiss, and broke away after a while. His hands migrated down Thomas’ body to the blonde’s hips, where they lightly rested. He kissed him again, softly, while both his hands crept around Thomas’ waist to rest on his ass and they squeezed, softly.
“Uhn.” Thomas moaned against Derek’s mouth, and his tongue gently flicked across the brunette’s lips. His own hands trailed down Derek’s chest, towards his stomach. The blonde pressed his body against the shorter man a little harder than he had before, and he felt his hands reach the drawstring on Derek’s equipment. “You know…” Thomas murmured against his lips, and trailed soft kisses on his cheek. “We should both get into the shower, and continue this there…” He reached his ear, and kissed the outer shell of it. “I mean, we’re conserving water, right? Besides…” With one quick motion, Thomas pulled on the drawstring, and it untied. “The thought of you hot, wet, and naked is making me want you - badly.” His tongue flicked out again, and licked the outer shell of Derek’s ear.
Derek let his shorts fall down, and stepped out of them, “Let me undress…” He whispers in Thomas’ ear, “And I’ll meet you there.” And he softly nips at Thomas’ neck, and squeezes his boyfriend’s ass once more. The brunette grins, and shakes his ass a little at Thomas as he walked towards his locker, and stripped everything off on the way.
Thomas’ eyes had trailed down Derek’s body as he walked towards his locker to get undressed. The fact that the center was shaking his ass at him was making his shorts a little tighter than they had already been, and plus, the jockstrap wasn’t helping either. He hungrily licked his lips, and began to undress himself. The blonde made sure to watch Derek’s every move from where he was standing as he removed his clothing slowly.
He smiled deviously at Thomas from across the way. Finally, he got down to only his underwear, and he walked over to Thomas. “Like what you see?” Derek asked, and removed all the clothing from his partner’s body. Then he turned around and slowly ground his ass into Thomas’ growing erection. He continued to rub his ass up against his blonde, and Derek wrapped his arms around his neck.
The younger man groaned deeply in his throat, and slowly began to thrust his hips forward against Derek’s ass. Thomas growled softly against Derek’s ear, and licked it. “How do you expect us to make it in the shower when you’re being such a fucking tease to me, now?” His accent was thick, and lower than normal. He couldn’t help it that his lover was turning him on immensely at the moment, and he had the strong urge to fuck him where he was standing.
“You can always fuck me right here…take me in the locker room, right now…” Derek kissed the other man’s neck, and ground himself even faster into the blonde. “Or you can wait, and fuck me in the shower…” He grinned, “Hot, naked, dripping wet, horny as fuck…” He arched into Thomas then, bent on teasing his boyfriend mercilessly.
“God, you are so fucking hot…” Thomas choked out with a moan; which was an amazing feat since he could barely think at the moment. As Derek was preoccupied with his neck, the taller man gently kissed his left shoulder before roughly giving it a bite. “Also…you know I would fuck you right here, but…you being naked and wet in the shower sounds like a much better idea.” He licked the teeth marks he left embedded in Derek’s skin. “Or I could just fuck you senseless here, and then do the same thing when we’re in the shower…”
Derek moaned, and turned around. After briefly attacking Thomas’ lips, he trailed down the blonde’s bare chest, to his erection. He raked his hands down the blonde’s back, while he slowly began to suck on his lover.
“Ah, Derek!” Thomas moaned out loudly; throwing his head back while doing so. His hips began to involuntarily thrust forward as Derek sucked him off, and Thomas slowly moved his hands through the older man’s hair. The winger bit his bottom lip gently and continued to moan softly to the feel of Derek’s hot mouth wrapped around his erection.
He began to hum, softly, and he held Thomas’ hips still. “Thomas…” He chides once he withdraws, “How hard are you going to fuck me?” Derek trails his tongue all the way up his boyfriend’s chest, “Until I scream?” He drew the younger man into a kiss, and entangled their legs.
“Until you scream out my name at the top of your lungs, Derek…” Thomas growled out as his lips pressed harder against his lover’s. He bit the older man’s lip softly, and licked the saliva that was left there with one quick flick of his tongue. The blonde withdrew from the kiss, and smiled seductively down at Derek. “I suggest you turn around after I get these off of you…” His hands trailed down Derek’s back, and his fingers hooked underneath his underwear. Slowly, Thomas pulled down what was left on the shorter man, and trailed his tongue down his chest as he went lower and lower. Thanks to his long arms, Derek’s underwear fell to the floor just as the Austrian’s mouth reached the brunette’s full grown erection. He eyed it lustfully, and then gave a quick look up at Derek. “Then again, maybe you shouldn’t turn around…I think your erection needs some tending to, sunshine. My mouth would be happy to oblige.” He licked the tip and watched it jerk suddenly. “Very happy to.” Thomas murmured huskily.
Derek moaned loudly, “God, Thomas, please suck me!” And he blushed at how pitiful he sounded, but he’d waited long enough. He buried his hands deep in the blonde’s hair, and bit his lip. “Please…”
“My poor Roysie sounds like he wants it badly…” Thomas tilted his head, and moved more towards Derek’s erection. “I’m going to have to satisfy him.” With those last words, he opened his mouth and closed it around the brunette’s length. He moved all the way down until he reached dark curls, and just before Derek’s length was hitting his gag reflex. Thomas loved the taste of him, even though he was still sweaty from the practice earlier, he also tasted sweet.
His eyes fluttered shut and he arched into Thomas’ hot mouth, moaning softly. “I love you,” He murmured as he began to involuntarily fuck Thomas’ mouth. Another moan sprouted, in the form of his blonde’s name, and the older man began to pant. On the edge of climax, though, he withdrew. “I want you inside of me…I need you to fuck me, Thomas…”
Thomas licked his lips slowly, and stood up to look down at Derek. “You need it, huh?” He spun Derek around, and pressed his hardened erection against his ass. The winger nuzzled his nose against the older man’s ear, and whispered in a husky voice, “How badly do you need this, Der? How badly do you want me to fuck you until you scream and can’t walk straight for weeks?” He nipped at the outer shell of his ear afterwards.
“So badly…” Derek rubbed his ass against the other man’s erection. “So, so, so badly…” He turned himself halfway to press his lips against Thomas’, still rubbing his ass up against the blonde.
A moan escaped the blonde’s lips, and he pressed them harder against Derek’s. “Then I guess I’ll have to give you what you want…you’re so fuckable when you beg.” His hands grabbed onto both of Derek’s shoulders and bent him over so that his ass was still pressed against his hard on. “I love you.” Thomas whispered down to him as he slid slowly, at first, into the older man.
“I love you too,” He whispered, and when his blonde pushed into him, he sharply gasped. His hands scrabbled for something to latch onto, anything, and while one hand found the ledge of the locker shelf, the other one found the younger man’s hand. Derek’s blue eyes opened, and he looked over his shoulder. There was no man he’d rather be with; there was no one who could contend with his Austrian. Derek’s smaller hand squeezed Thomas’ large one, “There’s no one else I’d rather be with. No one.”
Thomas leaned down once more over Derek, and his own blue eyes locked onto the Canadian’s. He rhythmically slid in and out as he continued to stare at the man underneath him. “You’re all I ever want, Derek. All I ever need.” The Austrian felt hot tears spring up to his eyes as he said those words, and he kissed the base of his lover’s neck as he continued to thrust into him with every bit of strength he had.
The smaller man struggled to keep his eyes open as his body began to buck under Thomas’. He didn’t want to miss a second of this, of Thomas. Derek softly kissed both of his cheeks. The older man suddenly crushed Thomas into a passionate kiss, though, as his hips bucked again and his hand squeezed and their kiss almost drowned out the sound of the small center’s climax. He broke apart then, panting heavily, and kissed Thomas once again, tenderly. “God, I love you,” And his small body wracked with the aftershocks as the blonde continued to pound into him.
“I love you too, my sunshine…” He panted heavily into the brunette’s ear as he was beginning to reach his own climax. Thomas’ hips thrust into Derek a little faster until he went over the edge. A shaky moan escaped his lips when he came into the smaller man’s body in three thrusts. The blonde laid his forehead on Derek’s shoulder, and he could feel a few droplets of sweat appear on the sides of his face as he attempted to catch his breath. “You’re my everything…” Thomas whispered, nuzzling his face into his shoulder.
Derek moved their twined hand up his chest, over his heart, and he could feel it angrily thrumming in his chest, proof of what they’d just done. Then he slowly dragged that hand up his lips, where he kissed each one of Thomas’ fingertips gingerly. He said nothing in response; the blonde already knows what he’s going to say. “Love,” He begins, quietly, about to remind his lover that they need to get to Maxim’s - but then half smiles: Max can wait. Instead, “Can we stay like this for a few minutes before we have to clean up?”
Thomas smiled warmly, and lifted his head up to look into Derek’s eyes once more. He nodded his head slowly, and kissed the side of the brunette’s cheek. “Of course, hun.” Thomas murmured, and rubbed his nose against Derek’s soft skin. He suddenly remembered that Derek had wanted to go see Maxim, but he didn’t bother to mention it. There was no place else that he wanted to be besides here; with the love of his life. Thomas was too tired to get up off of him anyways, because he was still recovering from his most recent climax.
“Are you still mad at me?” Derek asked, “About Max…?” He sighed, “I’ll stay here with you if you really want me to. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, not even with Max.” Blue eyes pierced into his lover’s, “You take precedence above everyone else.” He softly kissed Thomas, “But I still want to go.” Derek slowly turned around and sat down in the locker, but he pulled the blonde onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around him. The shorter man snuggled with his lover.
Thomas’ eyes glazed over once more, and he looked down towards his feet. He knew that he couldn’t stay mad at Derek for more than a few seconds, even if the topic was about Max. “No, I’m not.” He whispered, and leaned back into his boyfriend. “I know you want to visit him because you two are good friends…I have no right to decide who you should and shouldn’t see.” With a small sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back to face the ceiling of the locker room.
Derek frowned, “You’re not happy with it.” He stated, and he sighed, “Few more seconds, then I need to get up, Thomas.” His hand found its way into the blonde’s hair, and he began to card his fingers through it smoothly. Derek kissed the expanse of neck Thomas offered. “Shower with me?”
I’ll never be happy with him seeing Max - but I can’t stop him. He thought to himself as he felt Derek softly nip at his neck with his lips. Thomas nodded his head, and stood up so that the older man could follow suit. He absentmindedly rubbed his arms with his hands, and soon noticed how cold it really was in the locker room without them having any clothes on. “I sure can’t wait to get under that steaming hot water.”
“Neither can I,” Derek responded, dragging the blonde to the locker room’s showers, and he turned on the water. Stunningly frigid, Derek yelped when the water hit his naked skin. “Cold!” he murmured, and he wrapped his arms around himself as he waited for the water to warm up enough, and when it did, he gently pulled Thomas close to him. He smiled up at his lover, with his brown hair plastered to his head, and grabbed the shampoo. Putting a fair amount on his hand, he began to work it into the blonde hair, still pressing his body flush against Thomas’ taller one.
“Guess I better start lathering your hair too, huh Derek?” Thomas chuckled, and grabbed the same shampoo bottle that his lover had in his hands moments before. A few droplets plopped into his hand, and he began to mix it with the brown curls on Derek’s head. Thomas had to keep his eyes only half open, considering the suds of the soap were coming down in the front of his face. He always had a habit of getting shampoo in his eyes at least once when he took a shower, so he wanted to avoid it this time. All of the sudden, the blonde grinned and with his left hand, he put a few suds on the tip of Derek’s nose. “Aw, you look so cute, Roysie.”
Derek wrinkled his nose, scrunching it and twitching it to try and get the suds off. Finally, he took a sudsy right hand and swatted the side of Thomas’ head, leaving a cloud of white bubbles. Still scrunching his nose at the way the suds tickled it, he leaned his head back to let the water rinse it off. “Who’s cute now?” He asked, grinning at how, when his hands left Thomas’ head, blonde hair spiked up at random angles. He nuzzled his nose with the blonde’s, and gave his scalp one last slow, tender massage to work all the soap in.
“You didn’t have to swat at me.” Thomas pouted his lips, and leaned in a bit more to kiss Derek quickly. “Besides…what did you do to my hair? It doesn’t look bad, does it?” He stuck his tongue out, and lathered Derek’s hair a little more before taking his hands off of it to check his own hair. “Feels pretty snazzy. I think this could be a new look for me.” The blonde grinned, and blew at a few soap bubbles that were all of the sudden floating throughout the shower. Some popped as Thomas’ breath hit the sides of them, while others just quickly changed direction in midair.
“But I like the way your hair is normally,” Derek said, and leans back to wash out the shampoo in his hair and hastily scrub himself. Once he was done, he gave his blonde a quick kiss back. “Are you done?”
“Yeah, I am. But move over a bit so that I can rinse myself off,” Thomas laughed, and moved back with Derek until the warm water hit his face. He could feel the shampoo run down his chest and lower body as the water rinsed it thoroughly out of his hair. Thomas’ hands moved up and down his body to give himself a quick scrub before he was finally finished. “Damn, I bet it’s going to be freezing out there when we step out.” He hastily wrapped his arms around Derek, and brought him closer. “You’ll keep me warm, right?”
“Of course,” Derek returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around his winger. He turned off the water, snagging him and Thomas their towels. But even though he wrapped himself in the towel, he didn’t. He strained, rising off the balls of his feet to wrap his arms around the blonde’s neck, and nuzzled his face into his strong chest.
“Mmn,” was the sound coming from Thomas’ throat as he placed a hand against the side of Derek’s head. His fingers gently scratched at the brown hair that was underneath them, and he leaned down to give his lover a kiss on top of his head, as well. “You know, these are the times that I never want to let you go…” Thomas stared at the tiles on the shower wall, and sighed. “Having your arms around my neck comforts me so much.”
“I don’t mind,” He said in a sigh, “Even if I am kind of short for it.” Derek stayed there for a few more minutes, before he slowly broke away and grabbed Thomas’ hand. He brought the large hand up to his lips once, then the brunette went to go get changed. The center changed slowly, loving the way his jeans fit snug, and comfortably, on his legs and ass. His black, button-down, silver-striped he left open as he migrated back to Thomas’ locker. “Ready?”
Thomas was busy putting his own faded jeans on when Derek strolled over to his locker. “Almost,” he smiled warmly, and pulled his midnight blue sweater over his head. It was snug around his body, but it kept him extremely warm during the wintertime. Since the sleeves were a bit too long for even his arms, he could put them over his hands whenever they were cold. “Now I am.” Both of his hands went through his hair in a quick motion to make it not look like such a mess. He wasn’t picky like his lover was about his hair, but he was still conscious of how he looked. It was weird to think he paid more attention to it now since it was shorter than usual.
Derek snagged his coat, “We should get going then…” He fell silent for a few minutes, “You look great.” He said, fingering the soft material of the sweater, then he entwined his fingers in Thomas’. “Are you ready?” He asked with a sort of unsure softness in his voice. It was now or never, that was the cliché he could apply to this situation. “Knowing Maxim, he’s going to be all over me.” The brunette frowned, squeezing the blonde’s hand, “I hate when he does that, it’s all just for show to make you jealous.” Derek walked with the blonde to their car, “But even if I love him, I love you more.” The short man finished his rant, and plopped into the passenger seat. He crossed his arms over his chest, and looked down, shyly. Derek hated the fact that he had to bring his blonde with him - knowing that the man next to him would rather be anywhere else then where he was headed now.
Thomas inserted the car keys into the ignition, and turned them so that the engine started up. “Hmn,” he hummed softly as he pulled the car out of the arena parking lot, and turned onto the Skyway. His right hand moved along the radio dials as he stared out his front window, and the blonde turned it on. Thomas smiled as he heard Bono’s voice come through the car speakers, and he turned the volume up just a bit. He’d much rather sing ‘New Year’s Day’ to himself than think about what Maxim might try and pull on Derek when they got to his house. The younger man had actually thought about going through the city instead of the Skyway because of more traffic (and he sure as hell wasn’t in a hurry to get to the Russian’s place), but he knew his Roysie would more than likely be upset with him after that stunt.
Derek sang a long too, but it was quiet and under his breath. Mostly, he stared out the window, unable to stop his heart from racing. He couldn’t wait to see Maxim, though he tried to keep his anticipation from Thomas as much as possible - but he failed, and the nearer they got to Maxim’s house, the more antsy and bouncy he got. Derek couldn’t stop fidgeting, and finally, when they got to the Russian’s house, he struggled to get his seatbelt undone. Finally, when he did, he didn’t even wait for his blonde to turn the car off. He stumbled out of the car, and attacked a surprised Russian attempting to open his door with a hug. “Max!”
Maxim bent down to nuzzle Derek’s nose with his own, and gave it a quick kiss. “Thomas,” He greets the blonde, his smile genuine towards the blonde. “How have you been?”
Inside, Thomas’ heart wrenched and pumped blood furiously through his arteries and veins as he stared at the scene in front of him. On the outside, the blonde smiled and tilted his head towards the side. “I’m fantastic Max, thank you for asking.” He paused, and contemplated the thought of making a snide remark after the fact but decided against it. “I’d ask you how you’re doing, but I’m sure your injury can speak for itself by saying you aren’t doing too good.” His arms crossed in front of his chest as he was still standing outside of the Russian’s house. The Austrian would have much rather stayed out in the cold, with snow coming down on him hard than go inside to watch Derek cuddle with his own worst enemy. It disgusted him, but he hid it well with his fake smile.
“We aren’t staying long,” Derek said, and he tilted his head at Thomas. “We just came to check up on you. I hope you feel better…” His voice tapered off, unconcerned about Thomas. He wanted to come, so if he wanted to be a bastard and stand out in the damn snow, there was no way Derek could take blame for that. Actually, it would’ve been better if Thomas hadn’t come, the way he was acting. All because he couldn’t trust Maxim. Ugh. “So…I guess we should get going.” Maxim’s arms squeezed him in closer, and those light brown eyes looked down into Derek’s disappointed blue ones.
“Alright,” Maxim’s accent thickened and he ignored Thomas when he bent down and kissed Derek. It was just simply lips, but every bit as passionate as Derek normally was with Thomas. The brunette struggled not to kiss back, and in the end, he gave in a little bit. He couldn’t help it; it was so rare to taste Maxim - “Have a good one, lapushka,” He whispered in Derek’s ear, and he nodded and smiled to Thomas. “Bye, Thomas. Tchüss.”
“Tchüss.” Thomas murmured, as his mouth twitched at the word he called Derek. Lapushka, whatever the hell that meant. He didn’t know too much Russian, but he didn’t want to start learning it, either. Needless to say, the blonde quickly turned on his heels and headed back towards his car. Thomas jumped into the driver’s seat, and closed the door before he gripped his hands onto the black steering wheel in front of him. He watched his knuckles turn white with the sheer force he was applying onto the rubber beneath his fingers, and at that moment, he could careless.
Derek got in afterwards, and flinched at the silence of the car. This was all his damn fault: he should not have let Thomas come, he should not have even mentioned visiting Maxim to Thomas, and he should not have kissed Maxim back. Why the fuck does it have to be his fault, though, that he kissed back? He loved the damn Russian, “Sorry,” Derek muttered anyways, although he knew it wouldn’t get him anywhere at this point. He couldn’t really be sorry for something he’d enjoyed, though.
Thomas continued to stay silent afterwards, and choked back his anger that he could feel swelling inside his chest. Turning the keys, he could hear the car engine rev up and he backed out of the Russian’s driveway; still without a word coming out of his mouth. It was amazing that he could even concentrate on driving back to their house with all the thoughts that were going through his head in those moments. Why did I even fucking bother, he told himself. I knew I’d just be tortured again; watching the two of them kiss in front of me. Why the hell do I do this to myself? Is it because it won’t ever just be me and Derek - but me, Derek, and Max? No matter what I do, Derek will never just be mine. The blonde bit his lip to fight back hot tears that he felt spring up to his eyes suddenly. He didn’t want to cry in front of the man sitting next to him - especially over this.
The brunette couldn’t look at his blonde. Why? Why did he have to love Max, why did he have to love Thomas, why did he have to love anyone? Sometimes, he thought, it would just be easier to leave them both. There would be no angry Austrians or Russians fighting over him, there would be nothing but him.
And people say women are complicated. Thomas and Maxim would never get along, and Derek would never stop loving either of them. This was getting to the point of insanity. He slowly drew his legs up to his chest. In some ways, he could justify himself. He could justify loving both, wanting both, needing both. But in other ways, he hated being split. Derek slowly roused himself from the position when they got to Thomas’ house.
“I think I’m going to go to my house…it’d be better for me to sleep there tonight, okay Thomas?”
The Austrian sniffled, and took his keys out of the ignition. “I’m not going to stop you from what you want to do, Derek.” Those were the first words he had said since they had left Max’s house, and he turned his head to look at the man next to him. His mouth opened as if he were about to say something else, but it shut slowly afterwards and he slid his fingers along the fabric of his seat. “Don’t be sorry for loving him.” Thomas murmured, and he could feel the tears springing up on him once more. “I know you’ll never be mine alone. I have to face the truth, and that’s just how it is.” He hesitated, but his hand slid on top of Derek’s left knee. “You can sleep at your house tonight - if that’s what you really want.”
“I just kissed the man you absolutely hate, enjoyed it, and you’re forgiving me for it.” Derek bit out, far more sharply then he’d intended. He let the blonde’s hand rest on top of his knee and ignored the fact that he was acting like an idiot. “How can you stand to be right next to me now, let alone sleep with me?”
Thomas’ lips curled into a small smile, though he didn’t know himself if it was truly sincere or not. “I love you, Derek.” His hand slid off of his lover’s knee, and rested on his own. “Even if I hate Max with the fiery heat of a thousand suns and you love him along with me - it doesn’t stop me from continuing to love you.” The blonde turned his head back towards the dashboard and he placed his left hand onto the door. “Ever since we played in Rochester together, I’ve loved you. Nothing is ever going to stop that, Derek. Not even Max.”
Derek sighed, though inside, it made him love the winger even more- but also, hate the situation even more. How can he afford to be so selfless like that? “I love you too,” The brunette murmured, his voice catching a little as he finally exited the car, and he watched as Thomas did the same. “Um…I really don’t feel like driving back to my house.” He said sheepishly, “And it’s snowing really badly…so…” His voice tapered off. Snow began to collect in his hair and he frowned. Instead of saying anything, the brunette just grabbed Thomas’ hand and walked him to the door. It would be weird if he slept alone - even when they fought - Derek often snuck into Thomas’ bed at some time of the night, so he hadn’t truly ever slept alone. “Do you want me to stay?”
Thomas bit his bottom lip, and trailed his thumb along Derek’s knuckles. He looked into the brunette’s blue eyes, and nodded his head slowly. “I really want you to stay here with me, Derek.” He then glanced up at the white flakes appearing in the shorter man’s hair one by one, and took his other hand to gently wipe them away. Thomas couldn’t help but laugh to himself, since even though the snow sometimes messed up Derek’s hair and the brunette hated it, the Austrian adored the way it looked on him. It was an incredibly cute sight to see. He brought his hand down to brush against Derek’s cheek lightly, and left it there.
Derek nuzzled his face into the blonde’s hand. He might’ve loved Maxim, but he loved the man in front of him more, sometimes so much that it made him want to cry. “Alright,” He spoke, and he kissed the blonde passionately as the snow fell around them. “I’ll stay.”
Authors: Me (dragonblk17) and Sammy (xunfathomablex).
Pairing: Thomas Vanek/Derek Roy (Buffalo Sabres), Maxim Afinogenov/Derek Roy (Buffalo Sabres).
Rating: R, for sex, angst, language and a very creepy Russian. Okay, not a good reason, whatever.
Summary: Derek wants to see Maxim as his injury is ailing, and Thomas realizes that Derek will never only just be his.
Translations: Tschuss - bye (informal).
Lapushka - literally "little paw" but a term of endearment in Russian.
By the way, I wrote the Thomas Vanek parts, and Sammy wrote Derek Roy and Maxim Afinogenov.
Disclaimer: We love these boys, but we don't own them. We love to write them, though!
Derek smoothly skated over to the bench, loving the shii sound his skates made when he made a quick stop, spraying ice chunks to his right. Practice was done for the day, and now he really didn’t have any obligations…he grinned. Maybe he’d visit his Maxim today, and the center entered the locker room, happy with the thought. It’d been almost a month since he’d gone to visit the Russian…maybe this time he’d bring him flowers.
“Hey lover,” Derek said, smiling, as Thomas entered the locker room. He hung out by Vanek’s locker, not even bothering to shuck off his skates yet. “Nice practice today, Thomas. Do you feel any better?”
Thomas strolled over to his locker, and flashed a smile towards the center. “I’m still sniffling a bit, but it should pass over soon.” He took off his helmet with one hand, and bent over slightly to give Derek a quick peck on the cheek. The brunette’s cheeks quickly showed a bright tint of pink when Thomas moved away. “How are you feeling? I’m more concerned about your health than mine, since you have it worse than I do. Besides, you’re the reason I even have a cold…” He winked at Derek and stuck his tongue out before sitting down in his stall.
Derek blushed even deeper, “It’s not my fault you’re sexy,” He mumbled, “And I’m getting better. At least I have my voice back, right?” He pulled Thomas up for a long kiss on the lips, “But I was thinking…” He paused for a minute, trying to find the right words to say. Derek knew that his boyfriend wouldn’t exactly approve of him wanting to see Max again. “Maybe we should visit Maxim again. I mean,” He stuttered a little, “I haven’t seen him in a month now, and I really want to see him!”
The blonde’s eyes glazed over at the sound of the word ‘Maxim’. Derek had been right; that they had not seen the Russian in at least a month, and Thomas felt that he would be just fine without seeing him until he came back to the lineup. He hated how Derek sounded so…needy, as if the older man was going to die soon if he didn’t see Maxim. “Derek, you know how much I have to resist choking the man whenever we go and see him.” Thomas blatantly stated what his thought was, and began to untie his skates.
“I didn’t ask you to go with me…” He murmured, quietly, hurt by the harshness of his blonde’s voice. “Maybe I should just go by myself.” Derek frowns, feeling a bit annoyed. Thomas got like this every time Maxim came up. The brunette just didn’t get how he can be so mean - Maxim never even really gave Thomas a reason to hate him. So maybe the Russian wasn’t the most sane person out there, and maybe he’d kind of abused Derek for a while…but Derek had forgiven him for that, so why can’t Thomas? “That way you wouldn’t have to ‘resist strangling’ him.”
“Hmph.” Thomas murmured under his breath, and he looked up at Derek. “You had said ‘we should visit Maxim’…and you know I wouldn’t let you go over there by yourself.” He went back to dealing with his skates. His fingers fidgeted with his laces as tons of thoughts were churning through his head. “Maxim is just waiting for the day I don’t come with you to his house, because then he’ll do something. He’ll take you away from me. I’m not letting him do that, Derek.”
“Do you really trust me that little?” Derek angrily barked out, “I’m not dating Maxim, I’m dating you, and I’ve got no interest in being with him again.” Okay, so maybe that was a lie. “Why? Why don’t you trust me enough to just go? Above all, Maxim is just our friend and teammate, Thomas. He knows he has no chance with me, he’s not stupid.” Derek snagged his blonde’s hands, drawing them away from his skates. “Please let me go, and if you really don’t trust me enough, then come with me.”
“..I’ll go with you then, I guess.” Thomas had softly said, looking up and into his lover’s blue eyes. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Derek. I just don’t trust…him.” He looked away then, and removed his hands from the brunette’s hold. Thomas knew one thing, and that was that yes, Maxim was his teammate - but he sure as hell wasn’t a friend of the blonde’s. Not after all the abuse he had put his Roysie through before they had even begun dating. “I promise I won’t try and choke him.” He paused. “This time, at least.”
Derek sighed, and looked away from Thomas’ blue gaze. “He’s not that bad, Thomas.” He ran his hand through his hair, “I think I just…it sucks to have you guys always at each other’s throats. I love you both, and every time I mention other of you, you both immediately attack each other. Can’t you just come to terms with each other?”
Great, another thing Thomas hated to hear - the fact that Derek loved both of the men. He knew it was hard for Derek to love just one of them, since he had been involved with both once upon a time, but it was also hard for Thomas to know he wasn’t completely faithful. The brunette stated he had no interest in being with the Russian anymore, but that didn’t mean the blonde could get over the fact his feelings hadn’t subsided. “I highly doubt that’s possible, Derek.” He took off his skates, and hung them in his stall. “I know it would make you happy, but…I can’t bring myself to even try and be friends with that man.” Thomas put some emphasis on the word ‘man’ when he said it, simply because most of the time Maxim didn’t even act like a human being.
“Alright,” He said, quietly, “I’ll try not to bring up Maxim anymore, okay? That way you don’t have to hear about him until he comes back.” He stared down at Thomas’ socks. “You need to get changed,” Regardless of the fact that Derek was still in all of his equipment, and was still sweating profusely. “After I’m done getting undressed and taking a shower, I’m leaving to go see Max.”
Thomas sighed, and grabbed onto Derek’s hand lightly. “Wait a minute.” He stood up, and locked his gaze with the shorter man. “I…Let me get in a shower too after I get all my stuff off, then we can go together, okay?” One of his hands came up to lightly brush against the side of Derek’s cheek. He could tell that Derek was upset with the fact that Maxim and himself could probably never come to terms and be friends for once, and he didn’t want him to leave in that kind of mood. “That is, unless you don’t want me to come.” Thomas’ voice softened, and he inched a bit closer to his lover.
Derek nuzzled into Thomas’ hand, and kissed it, softly. He wrapped his arms around Thomas’ waist, and snuggled into the tall man. It’s not fair how the blonde could just touch him once and make him melt. “You can come with me, if you want. I’ll be fine though.” He moved his hands up to around Thomas’ neck, and he tilted the blonde’s head towards his own. “Kiss me, once?”
Thomas smiled warmly, and sighed. “Now that is something I can do for you.” He leaned down and brushed his lips, first, against the brunette’s right cheek. The Austrian then let them trail slowly towards the center’s lips, and leaned in more to tenderly kiss him. Their noses brushed lightly against each other as they shared the moment, and Thomas was very unwilling to let it end.
He eagerly kissed him back, and then broke away with a dazed half smile. “How come everytime I kiss you, I want to kiss you again?” He whispered, and brought Thomas in for another kiss. “I love you, Thomas.”
“I love you too, Derek.” He nuzzled his nose against his, and just before he kissed him again whispered ‘My sunshine.’ Thomas leaned in again and continued to give the center the tender kiss they had been sharing moments beforehand.
Derek deepened the kiss, “I love when you call me that,” He whispered into the kiss, and broke away after a while. His hands migrated down Thomas’ body to the blonde’s hips, where they lightly rested. He kissed him again, softly, while both his hands crept around Thomas’ waist to rest on his ass and they squeezed, softly.
“Uhn.” Thomas moaned against Derek’s mouth, and his tongue gently flicked across the brunette’s lips. His own hands trailed down Derek’s chest, towards his stomach. The blonde pressed his body against the shorter man a little harder than he had before, and he felt his hands reach the drawstring on Derek’s equipment. “You know…” Thomas murmured against his lips, and trailed soft kisses on his cheek. “We should both get into the shower, and continue this there…” He reached his ear, and kissed the outer shell of it. “I mean, we’re conserving water, right? Besides…” With one quick motion, Thomas pulled on the drawstring, and it untied. “The thought of you hot, wet, and naked is making me want you - badly.” His tongue flicked out again, and licked the outer shell of Derek’s ear.
Derek let his shorts fall down, and stepped out of them, “Let me undress…” He whispers in Thomas’ ear, “And I’ll meet you there.” And he softly nips at Thomas’ neck, and squeezes his boyfriend’s ass once more. The brunette grins, and shakes his ass a little at Thomas as he walked towards his locker, and stripped everything off on the way.
Thomas’ eyes had trailed down Derek’s body as he walked towards his locker to get undressed. The fact that the center was shaking his ass at him was making his shorts a little tighter than they had already been, and plus, the jockstrap wasn’t helping either. He hungrily licked his lips, and began to undress himself. The blonde made sure to watch Derek’s every move from where he was standing as he removed his clothing slowly.
He smiled deviously at Thomas from across the way. Finally, he got down to only his underwear, and he walked over to Thomas. “Like what you see?” Derek asked, and removed all the clothing from his partner’s body. Then he turned around and slowly ground his ass into Thomas’ growing erection. He continued to rub his ass up against his blonde, and Derek wrapped his arms around his neck.
The younger man groaned deeply in his throat, and slowly began to thrust his hips forward against Derek’s ass. Thomas growled softly against Derek’s ear, and licked it. “How do you expect us to make it in the shower when you’re being such a fucking tease to me, now?” His accent was thick, and lower than normal. He couldn’t help it that his lover was turning him on immensely at the moment, and he had the strong urge to fuck him where he was standing.
“You can always fuck me right here…take me in the locker room, right now…” Derek kissed the other man’s neck, and ground himself even faster into the blonde. “Or you can wait, and fuck me in the shower…” He grinned, “Hot, naked, dripping wet, horny as fuck…” He arched into Thomas then, bent on teasing his boyfriend mercilessly.
“God, you are so fucking hot…” Thomas choked out with a moan; which was an amazing feat since he could barely think at the moment. As Derek was preoccupied with his neck, the taller man gently kissed his left shoulder before roughly giving it a bite. “Also…you know I would fuck you right here, but…you being naked and wet in the shower sounds like a much better idea.” He licked the teeth marks he left embedded in Derek’s skin. “Or I could just fuck you senseless here, and then do the same thing when we’re in the shower…”
Derek moaned, and turned around. After briefly attacking Thomas’ lips, he trailed down the blonde’s bare chest, to his erection. He raked his hands down the blonde’s back, while he slowly began to suck on his lover.
“Ah, Derek!” Thomas moaned out loudly; throwing his head back while doing so. His hips began to involuntarily thrust forward as Derek sucked him off, and Thomas slowly moved his hands through the older man’s hair. The winger bit his bottom lip gently and continued to moan softly to the feel of Derek’s hot mouth wrapped around his erection.
He began to hum, softly, and he held Thomas’ hips still. “Thomas…” He chides once he withdraws, “How hard are you going to fuck me?” Derek trails his tongue all the way up his boyfriend’s chest, “Until I scream?” He drew the younger man into a kiss, and entangled their legs.
“Until you scream out my name at the top of your lungs, Derek…” Thomas growled out as his lips pressed harder against his lover’s. He bit the older man’s lip softly, and licked the saliva that was left there with one quick flick of his tongue. The blonde withdrew from the kiss, and smiled seductively down at Derek. “I suggest you turn around after I get these off of you…” His hands trailed down Derek’s back, and his fingers hooked underneath his underwear. Slowly, Thomas pulled down what was left on the shorter man, and trailed his tongue down his chest as he went lower and lower. Thanks to his long arms, Derek’s underwear fell to the floor just as the Austrian’s mouth reached the brunette’s full grown erection. He eyed it lustfully, and then gave a quick look up at Derek. “Then again, maybe you shouldn’t turn around…I think your erection needs some tending to, sunshine. My mouth would be happy to oblige.” He licked the tip and watched it jerk suddenly. “Very happy to.” Thomas murmured huskily.
Derek moaned loudly, “God, Thomas, please suck me!” And he blushed at how pitiful he sounded, but he’d waited long enough. He buried his hands deep in the blonde’s hair, and bit his lip. “Please…”
“My poor Roysie sounds like he wants it badly…” Thomas tilted his head, and moved more towards Derek’s erection. “I’m going to have to satisfy him.” With those last words, he opened his mouth and closed it around the brunette’s length. He moved all the way down until he reached dark curls, and just before Derek’s length was hitting his gag reflex. Thomas loved the taste of him, even though he was still sweaty from the practice earlier, he also tasted sweet.
His eyes fluttered shut and he arched into Thomas’ hot mouth, moaning softly. “I love you,” He murmured as he began to involuntarily fuck Thomas’ mouth. Another moan sprouted, in the form of his blonde’s name, and the older man began to pant. On the edge of climax, though, he withdrew. “I want you inside of me…I need you to fuck me, Thomas…”
Thomas licked his lips slowly, and stood up to look down at Derek. “You need it, huh?” He spun Derek around, and pressed his hardened erection against his ass. The winger nuzzled his nose against the older man’s ear, and whispered in a husky voice, “How badly do you need this, Der? How badly do you want me to fuck you until you scream and can’t walk straight for weeks?” He nipped at the outer shell of his ear afterwards.
“So badly…” Derek rubbed his ass against the other man’s erection. “So, so, so badly…” He turned himself halfway to press his lips against Thomas’, still rubbing his ass up against the blonde.
A moan escaped the blonde’s lips, and he pressed them harder against Derek’s. “Then I guess I’ll have to give you what you want…you’re so fuckable when you beg.” His hands grabbed onto both of Derek’s shoulders and bent him over so that his ass was still pressed against his hard on. “I love you.” Thomas whispered down to him as he slid slowly, at first, into the older man.
“I love you too,” He whispered, and when his blonde pushed into him, he sharply gasped. His hands scrabbled for something to latch onto, anything, and while one hand found the ledge of the locker shelf, the other one found the younger man’s hand. Derek’s blue eyes opened, and he looked over his shoulder. There was no man he’d rather be with; there was no one who could contend with his Austrian. Derek’s smaller hand squeezed Thomas’ large one, “There’s no one else I’d rather be with. No one.”
Thomas leaned down once more over Derek, and his own blue eyes locked onto the Canadian’s. He rhythmically slid in and out as he continued to stare at the man underneath him. “You’re all I ever want, Derek. All I ever need.” The Austrian felt hot tears spring up to his eyes as he said those words, and he kissed the base of his lover’s neck as he continued to thrust into him with every bit of strength he had.
The smaller man struggled to keep his eyes open as his body began to buck under Thomas’. He didn’t want to miss a second of this, of Thomas. Derek softly kissed both of his cheeks. The older man suddenly crushed Thomas into a passionate kiss, though, as his hips bucked again and his hand squeezed and their kiss almost drowned out the sound of the small center’s climax. He broke apart then, panting heavily, and kissed Thomas once again, tenderly. “God, I love you,” And his small body wracked with the aftershocks as the blonde continued to pound into him.
“I love you too, my sunshine…” He panted heavily into the brunette’s ear as he was beginning to reach his own climax. Thomas’ hips thrust into Derek a little faster until he went over the edge. A shaky moan escaped his lips when he came into the smaller man’s body in three thrusts. The blonde laid his forehead on Derek’s shoulder, and he could feel a few droplets of sweat appear on the sides of his face as he attempted to catch his breath. “You’re my everything…” Thomas whispered, nuzzling his face into his shoulder.
Derek moved their twined hand up his chest, over his heart, and he could feel it angrily thrumming in his chest, proof of what they’d just done. Then he slowly dragged that hand up his lips, where he kissed each one of Thomas’ fingertips gingerly. He said nothing in response; the blonde already knows what he’s going to say. “Love,” He begins, quietly, about to remind his lover that they need to get to Maxim’s - but then half smiles: Max can wait. Instead, “Can we stay like this for a few minutes before we have to clean up?”
Thomas smiled warmly, and lifted his head up to look into Derek’s eyes once more. He nodded his head slowly, and kissed the side of the brunette’s cheek. “Of course, hun.” Thomas murmured, and rubbed his nose against Derek’s soft skin. He suddenly remembered that Derek had wanted to go see Maxim, but he didn’t bother to mention it. There was no place else that he wanted to be besides here; with the love of his life. Thomas was too tired to get up off of him anyways, because he was still recovering from his most recent climax.
“Are you still mad at me?” Derek asked, “About Max…?” He sighed, “I’ll stay here with you if you really want me to. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, not even with Max.” Blue eyes pierced into his lover’s, “You take precedence above everyone else.” He softly kissed Thomas, “But I still want to go.” Derek slowly turned around and sat down in the locker, but he pulled the blonde onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around him. The shorter man snuggled with his lover.
Thomas’ eyes glazed over once more, and he looked down towards his feet. He knew that he couldn’t stay mad at Derek for more than a few seconds, even if the topic was about Max. “No, I’m not.” He whispered, and leaned back into his boyfriend. “I know you want to visit him because you two are good friends…I have no right to decide who you should and shouldn’t see.” With a small sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back to face the ceiling of the locker room.
Derek frowned, “You’re not happy with it.” He stated, and he sighed, “Few more seconds, then I need to get up, Thomas.” His hand found its way into the blonde’s hair, and he began to card his fingers through it smoothly. Derek kissed the expanse of neck Thomas offered. “Shower with me?”
I’ll never be happy with him seeing Max - but I can’t stop him. He thought to himself as he felt Derek softly nip at his neck with his lips. Thomas nodded his head, and stood up so that the older man could follow suit. He absentmindedly rubbed his arms with his hands, and soon noticed how cold it really was in the locker room without them having any clothes on. “I sure can’t wait to get under that steaming hot water.”
“Neither can I,” Derek responded, dragging the blonde to the locker room’s showers, and he turned on the water. Stunningly frigid, Derek yelped when the water hit his naked skin. “Cold!” he murmured, and he wrapped his arms around himself as he waited for the water to warm up enough, and when it did, he gently pulled Thomas close to him. He smiled up at his lover, with his brown hair plastered to his head, and grabbed the shampoo. Putting a fair amount on his hand, he began to work it into the blonde hair, still pressing his body flush against Thomas’ taller one.
“Guess I better start lathering your hair too, huh Derek?” Thomas chuckled, and grabbed the same shampoo bottle that his lover had in his hands moments before. A few droplets plopped into his hand, and he began to mix it with the brown curls on Derek’s head. Thomas had to keep his eyes only half open, considering the suds of the soap were coming down in the front of his face. He always had a habit of getting shampoo in his eyes at least once when he took a shower, so he wanted to avoid it this time. All of the sudden, the blonde grinned and with his left hand, he put a few suds on the tip of Derek’s nose. “Aw, you look so cute, Roysie.”
Derek wrinkled his nose, scrunching it and twitching it to try and get the suds off. Finally, he took a sudsy right hand and swatted the side of Thomas’ head, leaving a cloud of white bubbles. Still scrunching his nose at the way the suds tickled it, he leaned his head back to let the water rinse it off. “Who’s cute now?” He asked, grinning at how, when his hands left Thomas’ head, blonde hair spiked up at random angles. He nuzzled his nose with the blonde’s, and gave his scalp one last slow, tender massage to work all the soap in.
“You didn’t have to swat at me.” Thomas pouted his lips, and leaned in a bit more to kiss Derek quickly. “Besides…what did you do to my hair? It doesn’t look bad, does it?” He stuck his tongue out, and lathered Derek’s hair a little more before taking his hands off of it to check his own hair. “Feels pretty snazzy. I think this could be a new look for me.” The blonde grinned, and blew at a few soap bubbles that were all of the sudden floating throughout the shower. Some popped as Thomas’ breath hit the sides of them, while others just quickly changed direction in midair.
“But I like the way your hair is normally,” Derek said, and leans back to wash out the shampoo in his hair and hastily scrub himself. Once he was done, he gave his blonde a quick kiss back. “Are you done?”
“Yeah, I am. But move over a bit so that I can rinse myself off,” Thomas laughed, and moved back with Derek until the warm water hit his face. He could feel the shampoo run down his chest and lower body as the water rinsed it thoroughly out of his hair. Thomas’ hands moved up and down his body to give himself a quick scrub before he was finally finished. “Damn, I bet it’s going to be freezing out there when we step out.” He hastily wrapped his arms around Derek, and brought him closer. “You’ll keep me warm, right?”
“Of course,” Derek returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around his winger. He turned off the water, snagging him and Thomas their towels. But even though he wrapped himself in the towel, he didn’t. He strained, rising off the balls of his feet to wrap his arms around the blonde’s neck, and nuzzled his face into his strong chest.
“Mmn,” was the sound coming from Thomas’ throat as he placed a hand against the side of Derek’s head. His fingers gently scratched at the brown hair that was underneath them, and he leaned down to give his lover a kiss on top of his head, as well. “You know, these are the times that I never want to let you go…” Thomas stared at the tiles on the shower wall, and sighed. “Having your arms around my neck comforts me so much.”
“I don’t mind,” He said in a sigh, “Even if I am kind of short for it.” Derek stayed there for a few more minutes, before he slowly broke away and grabbed Thomas’ hand. He brought the large hand up to his lips once, then the brunette went to go get changed. The center changed slowly, loving the way his jeans fit snug, and comfortably, on his legs and ass. His black, button-down, silver-striped he left open as he migrated back to Thomas’ locker. “Ready?”
Thomas was busy putting his own faded jeans on when Derek strolled over to his locker. “Almost,” he smiled warmly, and pulled his midnight blue sweater over his head. It was snug around his body, but it kept him extremely warm during the wintertime. Since the sleeves were a bit too long for even his arms, he could put them over his hands whenever they were cold. “Now I am.” Both of his hands went through his hair in a quick motion to make it not look like such a mess. He wasn’t picky like his lover was about his hair, but he was still conscious of how he looked. It was weird to think he paid more attention to it now since it was shorter than usual.
Derek snagged his coat, “We should get going then…” He fell silent for a few minutes, “You look great.” He said, fingering the soft material of the sweater, then he entwined his fingers in Thomas’. “Are you ready?” He asked with a sort of unsure softness in his voice. It was now or never, that was the cliché he could apply to this situation. “Knowing Maxim, he’s going to be all over me.” The brunette frowned, squeezing the blonde’s hand, “I hate when he does that, it’s all just for show to make you jealous.” Derek walked with the blonde to their car, “But even if I love him, I love you more.” The short man finished his rant, and plopped into the passenger seat. He crossed his arms over his chest, and looked down, shyly. Derek hated the fact that he had to bring his blonde with him - knowing that the man next to him would rather be anywhere else then where he was headed now.
Thomas inserted the car keys into the ignition, and turned them so that the engine started up. “Hmn,” he hummed softly as he pulled the car out of the arena parking lot, and turned onto the Skyway. His right hand moved along the radio dials as he stared out his front window, and the blonde turned it on. Thomas smiled as he heard Bono’s voice come through the car speakers, and he turned the volume up just a bit. He’d much rather sing ‘New Year’s Day’ to himself than think about what Maxim might try and pull on Derek when they got to his house. The younger man had actually thought about going through the city instead of the Skyway because of more traffic (and he sure as hell wasn’t in a hurry to get to the Russian’s place), but he knew his Roysie would more than likely be upset with him after that stunt.
Derek sang a long too, but it was quiet and under his breath. Mostly, he stared out the window, unable to stop his heart from racing. He couldn’t wait to see Maxim, though he tried to keep his anticipation from Thomas as much as possible - but he failed, and the nearer they got to Maxim’s house, the more antsy and bouncy he got. Derek couldn’t stop fidgeting, and finally, when they got to the Russian’s house, he struggled to get his seatbelt undone. Finally, when he did, he didn’t even wait for his blonde to turn the car off. He stumbled out of the car, and attacked a surprised Russian attempting to open his door with a hug. “Max!”
Maxim bent down to nuzzle Derek’s nose with his own, and gave it a quick kiss. “Thomas,” He greets the blonde, his smile genuine towards the blonde. “How have you been?”
Inside, Thomas’ heart wrenched and pumped blood furiously through his arteries and veins as he stared at the scene in front of him. On the outside, the blonde smiled and tilted his head towards the side. “I’m fantastic Max, thank you for asking.” He paused, and contemplated the thought of making a snide remark after the fact but decided against it. “I’d ask you how you’re doing, but I’m sure your injury can speak for itself by saying you aren’t doing too good.” His arms crossed in front of his chest as he was still standing outside of the Russian’s house. The Austrian would have much rather stayed out in the cold, with snow coming down on him hard than go inside to watch Derek cuddle with his own worst enemy. It disgusted him, but he hid it well with his fake smile.
“We aren’t staying long,” Derek said, and he tilted his head at Thomas. “We just came to check up on you. I hope you feel better…” His voice tapered off, unconcerned about Thomas. He wanted to come, so if he wanted to be a bastard and stand out in the damn snow, there was no way Derek could take blame for that. Actually, it would’ve been better if Thomas hadn’t come, the way he was acting. All because he couldn’t trust Maxim. Ugh. “So…I guess we should get going.” Maxim’s arms squeezed him in closer, and those light brown eyes looked down into Derek’s disappointed blue ones.
“Alright,” Maxim’s accent thickened and he ignored Thomas when he bent down and kissed Derek. It was just simply lips, but every bit as passionate as Derek normally was with Thomas. The brunette struggled not to kiss back, and in the end, he gave in a little bit. He couldn’t help it; it was so rare to taste Maxim - “Have a good one, lapushka,” He whispered in Derek’s ear, and he nodded and smiled to Thomas. “Bye, Thomas. Tchüss.”
“Tchüss.” Thomas murmured, as his mouth twitched at the word he called Derek. Lapushka, whatever the hell that meant. He didn’t know too much Russian, but he didn’t want to start learning it, either. Needless to say, the blonde quickly turned on his heels and headed back towards his car. Thomas jumped into the driver’s seat, and closed the door before he gripped his hands onto the black steering wheel in front of him. He watched his knuckles turn white with the sheer force he was applying onto the rubber beneath his fingers, and at that moment, he could careless.
Derek got in afterwards, and flinched at the silence of the car. This was all his damn fault: he should not have let Thomas come, he should not have even mentioned visiting Maxim to Thomas, and he should not have kissed Maxim back. Why the fuck does it have to be his fault, though, that he kissed back? He loved the damn Russian, “Sorry,” Derek muttered anyways, although he knew it wouldn’t get him anywhere at this point. He couldn’t really be sorry for something he’d enjoyed, though.
Thomas continued to stay silent afterwards, and choked back his anger that he could feel swelling inside his chest. Turning the keys, he could hear the car engine rev up and he backed out of the Russian’s driveway; still without a word coming out of his mouth. It was amazing that he could even concentrate on driving back to their house with all the thoughts that were going through his head in those moments. Why did I even fucking bother, he told himself. I knew I’d just be tortured again; watching the two of them kiss in front of me. Why the hell do I do this to myself? Is it because it won’t ever just be me and Derek - but me, Derek, and Max? No matter what I do, Derek will never just be mine. The blonde bit his lip to fight back hot tears that he felt spring up to his eyes suddenly. He didn’t want to cry in front of the man sitting next to him - especially over this.
The brunette couldn’t look at his blonde. Why? Why did he have to love Max, why did he have to love Thomas, why did he have to love anyone? Sometimes, he thought, it would just be easier to leave them both. There would be no angry Austrians or Russians fighting over him, there would be nothing but him.
And people say women are complicated. Thomas and Maxim would never get along, and Derek would never stop loving either of them. This was getting to the point of insanity. He slowly drew his legs up to his chest. In some ways, he could justify himself. He could justify loving both, wanting both, needing both. But in other ways, he hated being split. Derek slowly roused himself from the position when they got to Thomas’ house.
“I think I’m going to go to my house…it’d be better for me to sleep there tonight, okay Thomas?”
The Austrian sniffled, and took his keys out of the ignition. “I’m not going to stop you from what you want to do, Derek.” Those were the first words he had said since they had left Max’s house, and he turned his head to look at the man next to him. His mouth opened as if he were about to say something else, but it shut slowly afterwards and he slid his fingers along the fabric of his seat. “Don’t be sorry for loving him.” Thomas murmured, and he could feel the tears springing up on him once more. “I know you’ll never be mine alone. I have to face the truth, and that’s just how it is.” He hesitated, but his hand slid on top of Derek’s left knee. “You can sleep at your house tonight - if that’s what you really want.”
“I just kissed the man you absolutely hate, enjoyed it, and you’re forgiving me for it.” Derek bit out, far more sharply then he’d intended. He let the blonde’s hand rest on top of his knee and ignored the fact that he was acting like an idiot. “How can you stand to be right next to me now, let alone sleep with me?”
Thomas’ lips curled into a small smile, though he didn’t know himself if it was truly sincere or not. “I love you, Derek.” His hand slid off of his lover’s knee, and rested on his own. “Even if I hate Max with the fiery heat of a thousand suns and you love him along with me - it doesn’t stop me from continuing to love you.” The blonde turned his head back towards the dashboard and he placed his left hand onto the door. “Ever since we played in Rochester together, I’ve loved you. Nothing is ever going to stop that, Derek. Not even Max.”
Derek sighed, though inside, it made him love the winger even more- but also, hate the situation even more. How can he afford to be so selfless like that? “I love you too,” The brunette murmured, his voice catching a little as he finally exited the car, and he watched as Thomas did the same. “Um…I really don’t feel like driving back to my house.” He said sheepishly, “And it’s snowing really badly…so…” His voice tapered off. Snow began to collect in his hair and he frowned. Instead of saying anything, the brunette just grabbed Thomas’ hand and walked him to the door. It would be weird if he slept alone - even when they fought - Derek often snuck into Thomas’ bed at some time of the night, so he hadn’t truly ever slept alone. “Do you want me to stay?”
Thomas bit his bottom lip, and trailed his thumb along Derek’s knuckles. He looked into the brunette’s blue eyes, and nodded his head slowly. “I really want you to stay here with me, Derek.” He then glanced up at the white flakes appearing in the shorter man’s hair one by one, and took his other hand to gently wipe them away. Thomas couldn’t help but laugh to himself, since even though the snow sometimes messed up Derek’s hair and the brunette hated it, the Austrian adored the way it looked on him. It was an incredibly cute sight to see. He brought his hand down to brush against Derek’s cheek lightly, and left it there.
Derek nuzzled his face into the blonde’s hand. He might’ve loved Maxim, but he loved the man in front of him more, sometimes so much that it made him want to cry. “Alright,” He spoke, and he kissed the blonde passionately as the snow fell around them. “I’ll stay.”