Fic: Happy Anniversary (Hank/Pav)
Title: Happy Anniversary
Authors: Ginny and Dee (2wingsnuts)
Rating: FRAO (NC-17)
Disclaimer: We are not making any claims about Henrik or Pavel. We do not know what they do behind closed doors…but we can wish.
Warning: RPS
Pairing: Henrik (Hank) Zetterberg/Pavel Datsyuk
Summary: Early mornings were always the best time to celebrate an anniversary.
Author's Notes: Usual thanks to our usual suspect.
Challenge: WritingTogether
Table 2 Prompt: 34 Anniversary
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The morning of their anniversary was always Hank's favorite time. Some how they fell in love during the off season and this always meant no practice, no hockey and no media; just him and his lover wrapped in their bed and in each other's arms. Hank smiled softly as he watched Pavel sleep, his mouth slightly open and his eyelashes fanning against his cheeks. His eyes wandered down the lanky body and he smiled at the sight of the half-hard cock pressing against the cotton sheets. He wasn't sure how he ended up with a man like Pavel in his life but he knew that he never wanted anyone else.
"Happy anniversary," Hank whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Pavel's temple
Pavel slowly opened his eyes. "Good morning," he responded with a smile. He shifted until he could kiss Hank's lips.
"You sleep okay?" Hank murmured, running his hands down his lover's sides and kissing him again.
"I sleep with you, I always sleep okay."
Hank smiled and moved from the bed. "Stay right there." He waited for the nod before he disappeared into the kitchen. Seconds later, he walked back into the bedroom. "Breakfast?" he asked, holding out the tray.
"How long you been up?" Pavel asked in surprise.
"A while," Hank admitted.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"You looked so great sleeping, I didn't want to bother you. Besides, you looked like you were having a really good dream." Hank smiled. "I don't want to disturb any good dreams."
"Of course it good. It about you." Pavel sat up as Hank placed the tray on the bed.
"I'll make it come true after you eat." Hank held out a strawberry, a goofy smile on his face. "I love you."
"I love you too," Pavel replied, reaching for Hank's hand. "We made it another year."
"It's been three." Hank smiled again. "You still haven't told me what you wanted for our anniversary. You do get a present, you know that right?"
"All I want is you."
"You have me. You get something else too," Hank told him with a smile.
"What?"
"Eat your breakfast." Hank smiled again. "I be right back. You eat." He looked at Pavel again before disappearing from the room. Pacing the living room, Hank took a deep shaky breath before finally walking back into the bedroom. Noticing that Pavel was done, he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Pav? Here." He handed the dark-haired man a small box and held his breath.
Pavel slowly took the box, looking at Hank questioningly. "Hank?" he asked. His eyes widened when he opened the box. "Is this what I think?"
"What do you think it is?" Hank asked, still smiling nervously.
"I think it's a ring."
Hank nodded. "I know that here in the states, it means nothing but to me it means that you're mine. No special anything, you don't even have to wear it. I just wanted you to have it. To prove to you how much I really do love you and that I never want to be anywhere else."
"Hank, you wrong."
Hank looked away. "I'm sorry."
Pavel grabbed his hand. "It mean everything."
"So you'll wear it?" Hank asked, smiling softly.
"Until they pry it from my finger," Pavel teased. "It mean everything cause you mean everything. Love you."
"Love you too," Hank replied. He took the simple ring from the box and slid it onto Pavel's finger. "Thank you."
"No, thank you," Pavel told him, pulling him close. He linked their fingers together. "I don't have something like this for you," he said sadly.
"Don't you worry about me," Hank replied. He carefully placed the tray on the floor and stretched out on top of the other man. "I don't need anything. I have the greatest present right here. He's tall, Russian and looks amazing against my white sheets." He leaned down and kissed Pavel slowly, wrapping his arms tightly around the man beneath him.
Pavel slowly kissed him back, rubbing his hands in small circles against Hank's sides.
Hank pulled back slightly and pulled off his boxers before joining the other man underneath the sheets. Pulling Pavel closer, he sighed happily and ran his hands along the strong back. "What do you want? Tell me what you want for our anniversary? As long as I don't have to leave the house, it's yours."
"I want you, so happy and sated you don't remember your name."
"So you're going to fuck me nice and slow?" Hank teased. "Or do want my cock buried deep in your ass? Both would make me very happy. Or I could just lay here and kiss you all day. That would also make me happy."
"All of the above?" Pavel asked.
Hank laughed and reached for the lube. "I'll start with making you happy." He reached between their bodies and pushed two fingers inside the hidden entrance.
Pavel's reaction was instantaneous. He moaned in pleasure.
"You're still loose."
"You fucked me last night," Pavel reminded him. "Made me scream."
"Screaming isn't what I have in mind for this morning." He pulled his fingers out and coated his leaking erection. "Ready?" At the answering nod, Hank slowly pushed inside. Keeping his pace slow, he took Pavel's mouth in another lazy kiss.
They're tongues met and pressed against each other. Pavel smile into the kiss, clenching around Hank. "Love you in me," he murmured.
"Love you around me." Hank kissed Pavel's neck. "In me." He thrust gently. "Beneath me." A kiss to Pavel's lips. "And above me." He smiled, resuming his slow pace. "I love you."
"I love you then. And when you next to me. And near me. And on ice with me."
"Yes, then too," he agreed and lowered himself to his elbows. "We're a good team." He slowly moved, thrusting leisurely and moaning quietly. "You feel so amazing."
"You too," Pavel said, arching up, trying to force Hank in deeper.
Hank speed up his movements and placed a sloppy kiss to Pavel's lips. As Pavel clenched around him again, Hank groaned, his release surprising him. "Sorry," he whispered and started to pull out.
Pavel laughed and kissed him. "I just that good," he smirked.
"You're very good," Hank agreed. He leaned back on his knees and smiled when he noticed the ring on Pavel's hand. "Fuck me or do you want me to blow you?"
"Blow me," Pavel decided with a grin. "Been too long."
Hank laughed. "Three days but everything you want. He moved down and took the hard cock between his lips and pushed two fingers back inside the still stretched opening.
Pavel linked his fingers through Hank's hair, holding him close.
Hank sucked harder, thrusting his fingers quickly as his tongue worked around the hard shaft slowly.
"Hank," Pavel croaked. "I'm gonna come."
He nodded and moaned deep in his throat, pushing a third finger inside.
Pavel cried out loudly, coming hard down Hank's throat. Hank swallowed it all before pulling away and licking his laps. "Fantastic," he smiled.
Pavel closed his eyes. "You fantastic. Happy anniversary."
"Yes, happy anniversary," Hank pulled him closer and dropped a kiss to his cheek.
They linked fingers. "To many more."
~~End~~
Authors: Ginny and Dee (2wingsnuts)
Rating: FRAO (NC-17)
Disclaimer: We are not making any claims about Henrik or Pavel. We do not know what they do behind closed doors…but we can wish.
Warning: RPS
Pairing: Henrik (Hank) Zetterberg/Pavel Datsyuk
Summary: Early mornings were always the best time to celebrate an anniversary.
Author's Notes: Usual thanks to our usual suspect.
Challenge: WritingTogether
Table 2 Prompt: 34 Anniversary
~*~*~
The morning of their anniversary was always Hank's favorite time. Some how they fell in love during the off season and this always meant no practice, no hockey and no media; just him and his lover wrapped in their bed and in each other's arms. Hank smiled softly as he watched Pavel sleep, his mouth slightly open and his eyelashes fanning against his cheeks. His eyes wandered down the lanky body and he smiled at the sight of the half-hard cock pressing against the cotton sheets. He wasn't sure how he ended up with a man like Pavel in his life but he knew that he never wanted anyone else.
"Happy anniversary," Hank whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Pavel's temple
Pavel slowly opened his eyes. "Good morning," he responded with a smile. He shifted until he could kiss Hank's lips.
"You sleep okay?" Hank murmured, running his hands down his lover's sides and kissing him again.
"I sleep with you, I always sleep okay."
Hank smiled and moved from the bed. "Stay right there." He waited for the nod before he disappeared into the kitchen. Seconds later, he walked back into the bedroom. "Breakfast?" he asked, holding out the tray.
"How long you been up?" Pavel asked in surprise.
"A while," Hank admitted.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"You looked so great sleeping, I didn't want to bother you. Besides, you looked like you were having a really good dream." Hank smiled. "I don't want to disturb any good dreams."
"Of course it good. It about you." Pavel sat up as Hank placed the tray on the bed.
"I'll make it come true after you eat." Hank held out a strawberry, a goofy smile on his face. "I love you."
"I love you too," Pavel replied, reaching for Hank's hand. "We made it another year."
"It's been three." Hank smiled again. "You still haven't told me what you wanted for our anniversary. You do get a present, you know that right?"
"All I want is you."
"You have me. You get something else too," Hank told him with a smile.
"What?"
"Eat your breakfast." Hank smiled again. "I be right back. You eat." He looked at Pavel again before disappearing from the room. Pacing the living room, Hank took a deep shaky breath before finally walking back into the bedroom. Noticing that Pavel was done, he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Pav? Here." He handed the dark-haired man a small box and held his breath.
Pavel slowly took the box, looking at Hank questioningly. "Hank?" he asked. His eyes widened when he opened the box. "Is this what I think?"
"What do you think it is?" Hank asked, still smiling nervously.
"I think it's a ring."
Hank nodded. "I know that here in the states, it means nothing but to me it means that you're mine. No special anything, you don't even have to wear it. I just wanted you to have it. To prove to you how much I really do love you and that I never want to be anywhere else."
"Hank, you wrong."
Hank looked away. "I'm sorry."
Pavel grabbed his hand. "It mean everything."
"So you'll wear it?" Hank asked, smiling softly.
"Until they pry it from my finger," Pavel teased. "It mean everything cause you mean everything. Love you."
"Love you too," Hank replied. He took the simple ring from the box and slid it onto Pavel's finger. "Thank you."
"No, thank you," Pavel told him, pulling him close. He linked their fingers together. "I don't have something like this for you," he said sadly.
"Don't you worry about me," Hank replied. He carefully placed the tray on the floor and stretched out on top of the other man. "I don't need anything. I have the greatest present right here. He's tall, Russian and looks amazing against my white sheets." He leaned down and kissed Pavel slowly, wrapping his arms tightly around the man beneath him.
Pavel slowly kissed him back, rubbing his hands in small circles against Hank's sides.
Hank pulled back slightly and pulled off his boxers before joining the other man underneath the sheets. Pulling Pavel closer, he sighed happily and ran his hands along the strong back. "What do you want? Tell me what you want for our anniversary? As long as I don't have to leave the house, it's yours."
"I want you, so happy and sated you don't remember your name."
"So you're going to fuck me nice and slow?" Hank teased. "Or do want my cock buried deep in your ass? Both would make me very happy. Or I could just lay here and kiss you all day. That would also make me happy."
"All of the above?" Pavel asked.
Hank laughed and reached for the lube. "I'll start with making you happy." He reached between their bodies and pushed two fingers inside the hidden entrance.
Pavel's reaction was instantaneous. He moaned in pleasure.
"You're still loose."
"You fucked me last night," Pavel reminded him. "Made me scream."
"Screaming isn't what I have in mind for this morning." He pulled his fingers out and coated his leaking erection. "Ready?" At the answering nod, Hank slowly pushed inside. Keeping his pace slow, he took Pavel's mouth in another lazy kiss.
They're tongues met and pressed against each other. Pavel smile into the kiss, clenching around Hank. "Love you in me," he murmured.
"Love you around me." Hank kissed Pavel's neck. "In me." He thrust gently. "Beneath me." A kiss to Pavel's lips. "And above me." He smiled, resuming his slow pace. "I love you."
"I love you then. And when you next to me. And near me. And on ice with me."
"Yes, then too," he agreed and lowered himself to his elbows. "We're a good team." He slowly moved, thrusting leisurely and moaning quietly. "You feel so amazing."
"You too," Pavel said, arching up, trying to force Hank in deeper.
Hank speed up his movements and placed a sloppy kiss to Pavel's lips. As Pavel clenched around him again, Hank groaned, his release surprising him. "Sorry," he whispered and started to pull out.
Pavel laughed and kissed him. "I just that good," he smirked.
"You're very good," Hank agreed. He leaned back on his knees and smiled when he noticed the ring on Pavel's hand. "Fuck me or do you want me to blow you?"
"Blow me," Pavel decided with a grin. "Been too long."
Hank laughed. "Three days but everything you want. He moved down and took the hard cock between his lips and pushed two fingers back inside the still stretched opening.
Pavel linked his fingers through Hank's hair, holding him close.
Hank sucked harder, thrusting his fingers quickly as his tongue worked around the hard shaft slowly.
"Hank," Pavel croaked. "I'm gonna come."
He nodded and moaned deep in his throat, pushing a third finger inside.
Pavel cried out loudly, coming hard down Hank's throat. Hank swallowed it all before pulling away and licking his laps. "Fantastic," he smiled.
Pavel closed his eyes. "You fantastic. Happy anniversary."
"Yes, happy anniversary," Hank pulled him closer and dropped a kiss to his cheek.
They linked fingers. "To many more."
~~End~~