(fic) Counterpoint
Title: Counterpoint
Pairing: Boyd Devereaux / Brett Hull (implied Steve Yzerman / Boyd, Brett / Chris Chelios)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction
Counter-Point
"You spoiled my surprise."
Brett looks up and smiles. "What?"
Boyd leans over and wipes the toothpaste off Brett's face.
"You." He kisses Brett's top lip.
"Ruined." He sucks the older man's bottom lip into his mouth for a second.
"My surprise." Boyd kisses Brett lightly, pulling back when Brett opens his mouth.
"What surprise?" Brett rasps out when Boyd pulls back enough for them to talk, snagging the younger man around the waist when he tries to step out of the bathroom.
"I had plans for tonight since you finally scored, but you blew it going out with Cheli."
"I blew it huh? Well I'm going to cut you off for going out with Dandy. And you taste more like beer than I do."
"Before you brushed your teeth," Body presses himself full length against Brett, "did you taste like beer or Cheli?"
"Both."
"Whore." Boyd licks up the side of Brett's face.
Brett slides his hands into Boyd's hair and pulls in down into a kiss. "At least I brushed my teeth," Brett licks around the inside of Boyd's lips, "instead of gargling with essence of Dandy."
"Essence of Stevie." Boyd smirks.
"Whore." Brett echoes smirking.
"Hey he's got points in a few games, instead of being in a," Boyd runs his hand down the front of Brett's pants, "in a slump."
"Sorry to disappoint." Brett smirks.
"Yeah, I will let you make it up to me." Boyd grins when Brett rolls his eyes.
Boyd laughs, "race you to bed." He shoves Brett back into the bathroom and pulled the door closed. Brett can hear him walk down the hallway laughing.
"You cheat!" Brett called out laughing.
He washed his face carefully, considered shaving and then shrugged; Boyd never complained if his skin was scratchy.
Pairing: Boyd Devereaux / Brett Hull (implied Steve Yzerman / Boyd, Brett / Chris Chelios)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction
Counter-Point
"You spoiled my surprise."
Brett looks up and smiles. "What?"
Boyd leans over and wipes the toothpaste off Brett's face.
"You." He kisses Brett's top lip.
"Ruined." He sucks the older man's bottom lip into his mouth for a second.
"My surprise." Boyd kisses Brett lightly, pulling back when Brett opens his mouth.
"What surprise?" Brett rasps out when Boyd pulls back enough for them to talk, snagging the younger man around the waist when he tries to step out of the bathroom.
"I had plans for tonight since you finally scored, but you blew it going out with Cheli."
"I blew it huh? Well I'm going to cut you off for going out with Dandy. And you taste more like beer than I do."
"Before you brushed your teeth," Body presses himself full length against Brett, "did you taste like beer or Cheli?"
"Both."
"Whore." Boyd licks up the side of Brett's face.
Brett slides his hands into Boyd's hair and pulls in down into a kiss. "At least I brushed my teeth," Brett licks around the inside of Boyd's lips, "instead of gargling with essence of Dandy."
"Essence of Stevie." Boyd smirks.
"Whore." Brett echoes smirking.
"Hey he's got points in a few games, instead of being in a," Boyd runs his hand down the front of Brett's pants, "in a slump."
"Sorry to disappoint." Brett smirks.
"Yeah, I will let you make it up to me." Boyd grins when Brett rolls his eyes.
Boyd laughs, "race you to bed." He shoves Brett back into the bathroom and pulled the door closed. Brett can hear him walk down the hallway laughing.
"You cheat!" Brett called out laughing.
He washed his face carefully, considered shaving and then shrugged; Boyd never complained if his skin was scratchy.