Welcome to Canada - Part 3 of a series
Title: Welcome to Canada - Part 3 of a series
Author: backiefan
Team: St. John's Fog Devils...at first...then Flyers/Sharks
Pairing: Mario Kempe/Timo Pielmeier
Rating: Ummm....R for a shower scene...no, they aren't together yet...read and you'll find out!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, don't sue. All is fake as far as I know!
Summary: Mario gets to be the welcoming committee for Timo's arrival to play in St. John's.
Notes: I will bring in other teammates and other real people as the situation requires. Not beta’d. And so far the story takes place in the 2007-2008 season.
- once I figure out how I'll put links up for the first two parts of this!
Training camp is not what Timo expected he realizes as he flops onto his back at the end of a long day. All that running in the summer heat has him ready to puke. Hell, a couple of players DID puke before the end of today. At first he’d been concerned that maybe he had it easy but even long time Foggies were complaining about how rigorous this training has been.
He’s been invited over to Pat’s place for a barbeque but he’s not sure he even wants to move off the cool sheets beneath his bare back. This is one of those days where he wishes he had stayed put in Germany, if only because he feels like supreme shit and his legs are like jelly from all the running. The only thing that has stopped him from picking up a phone and begging his parents to fly him home is a certain Swede. Mario keeps telling him that things won’t always suck this badly and that once the season starts everything will be be easier. If the other guy wasn’t so convincing then Timo would have been back in Germany ages ago.
It’s with Mario in mind that Timo finally drags himself into the shower to clean up before going to the barbeque. He’s going to go after all and try not to fall asleep in the hot tub Pat says his parents have.
Even though his muscles protest every move he makes Mario goes through the motions of getting ready to go out. The plans are to head out to Etomix after Ratslick’s barbeque and show the rookies a little more about St. John’s. Because so many of them are minors their choices in clubs are limited but Etomix NEVER checks for ID. It doesn’t matter that a majority of the people in the club are too young to drink because the dollar is the bottom line there apparently. Of course, the real trick will be to see if they can convince the rookies that it’s okay to do this. Besides, they have a day off tomorrow so hangovers aren’t that big of a deal.
Hmmm, shower time. Thank goodness his billet family isn’t around because after seeing Timo covered in sweat and wearing only a skimpy pair of shorts Mario could use serious relief. He’s so needy right now that he’s not sure that he’ll be able to bite back his moans when he finds release this time.
As the hot water beats down on him Mario wishes that it wasn’t his own soapy hand grasping his erect cock. No, he wants a certain German boy to stroke him instead but he’s still no closer to figuring out Timo’s sexuality than he was on the day he picked the German up from the airport. But he can always daydream, and the shower is the perfect place for the sort of daydreaming he is doing. It’s better not to leave any evidence - less questions this way.
Imagining that it is Timo’s hand on his cock Mario closes his eyes, one hand playing along his aching member as the other hand is placed against the shower wall to help steady himself. How would those sweet lips feel if Timo were to go down on him? Or how tight would his ass be if Mario were to be so lucky? How well would Timo fill him?
It is with these thoughts in mind that Mario strokes himself to completion, crying out in Swedish as his cum flows over his fingers. With each twitch his cock makes more fluid oozes over his still stroking hand, and he allows himself the time to come down from his post-orgasm euphoria before properly soaping up his hair and body.
Feeling refreshed and a lot less sore Mario gets dressed in one of his usual outfits consisting of jeans, t-shirt, hoody, and a SVEA knit hat. Okay, so they call it a toque here but whatever. It’s the same thing but his is from Sweden. After a quick shave and a couple splashes of aftershave Mario packs a towel and a pair of swimshorts for the hot tub and he’s ready to go and pick Timo up before heading to Pat’s.
* * *
As the barbeque starts to break up, people going their own ways, a small core of teammates stay behind so they can find their way to Etomix downtown on George Street. The group includes Mario and a protesting Timo. Apparently he just wants to go home and crawl under his blankets.
“Stop being a sook, Timo,” Pat O’Keefe says as he puts an arm around the quiet German. “We’ll get a Heineken or two into you and you’ll forget about wanting to go home to bed. At least give the club a shot.”
“Fine. Okay, I go to club, but you buy me drink, Ratboy,” Timo says as he looks over at Mario and smiles. He’s sure that his Swedish friend will watch out for him. At least he hopes Mario will.
Author: backiefan
Team: St. John's Fog Devils...at first...then Flyers/Sharks
Pairing: Mario Kempe/Timo Pielmeier
Rating: Ummm....R for a shower scene...no, they aren't together yet...read and you'll find out!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, don't sue. All is fake as far as I know!
Summary: Mario gets to be the welcoming committee for Timo's arrival to play in St. John's.
Notes: I will bring in other teammates and other real people as the situation requires. Not beta’d. And so far the story takes place in the 2007-2008 season.
- once I figure out how I'll put links up for the first two parts of this!
Training camp is not what Timo expected he realizes as he flops onto his back at the end of a long day. All that running in the summer heat has him ready to puke. Hell, a couple of players DID puke before the end of today. At first he’d been concerned that maybe he had it easy but even long time Foggies were complaining about how rigorous this training has been.
He’s been invited over to Pat’s place for a barbeque but he’s not sure he even wants to move off the cool sheets beneath his bare back. This is one of those days where he wishes he had stayed put in Germany, if only because he feels like supreme shit and his legs are like jelly from all the running. The only thing that has stopped him from picking up a phone and begging his parents to fly him home is a certain Swede. Mario keeps telling him that things won’t always suck this badly and that once the season starts everything will be be easier. If the other guy wasn’t so convincing then Timo would have been back in Germany ages ago.
It’s with Mario in mind that Timo finally drags himself into the shower to clean up before going to the barbeque. He’s going to go after all and try not to fall asleep in the hot tub Pat says his parents have.
Even though his muscles protest every move he makes Mario goes through the motions of getting ready to go out. The plans are to head out to Etomix after Ratslick’s barbeque and show the rookies a little more about St. John’s. Because so many of them are minors their choices in clubs are limited but Etomix NEVER checks for ID. It doesn’t matter that a majority of the people in the club are too young to drink because the dollar is the bottom line there apparently. Of course, the real trick will be to see if they can convince the rookies that it’s okay to do this. Besides, they have a day off tomorrow so hangovers aren’t that big of a deal.
Hmmm, shower time. Thank goodness his billet family isn’t around because after seeing Timo covered in sweat and wearing only a skimpy pair of shorts Mario could use serious relief. He’s so needy right now that he’s not sure that he’ll be able to bite back his moans when he finds release this time.
As the hot water beats down on him Mario wishes that it wasn’t his own soapy hand grasping his erect cock. No, he wants a certain German boy to stroke him instead but he’s still no closer to figuring out Timo’s sexuality than he was on the day he picked the German up from the airport. But he can always daydream, and the shower is the perfect place for the sort of daydreaming he is doing. It’s better not to leave any evidence - less questions this way.
Imagining that it is Timo’s hand on his cock Mario closes his eyes, one hand playing along his aching member as the other hand is placed against the shower wall to help steady himself. How would those sweet lips feel if Timo were to go down on him? Or how tight would his ass be if Mario were to be so lucky? How well would Timo fill him?
It is with these thoughts in mind that Mario strokes himself to completion, crying out in Swedish as his cum flows over his fingers. With each twitch his cock makes more fluid oozes over his still stroking hand, and he allows himself the time to come down from his post-orgasm euphoria before properly soaping up his hair and body.
Feeling refreshed and a lot less sore Mario gets dressed in one of his usual outfits consisting of jeans, t-shirt, hoody, and a SVEA knit hat. Okay, so they call it a toque here but whatever. It’s the same thing but his is from Sweden. After a quick shave and a couple splashes of aftershave Mario packs a towel and a pair of swimshorts for the hot tub and he’s ready to go and pick Timo up before heading to Pat’s.
* * *
As the barbeque starts to break up, people going their own ways, a small core of teammates stay behind so they can find their way to Etomix downtown on George Street. The group includes Mario and a protesting Timo. Apparently he just wants to go home and crawl under his blankets.
“Stop being a sook, Timo,” Pat O’Keefe says as he puts an arm around the quiet German. “We’ll get a Heineken or two into you and you’ll forget about wanting to go home to bed. At least give the club a shot.”
“Fine. Okay, I go to club, but you buy me drink, Ratboy,” Timo says as he looks over at Mario and smiles. He’s sure that his Swedish friend will watch out for him. At least he hopes Mario will.