Okay, so I don't know if you wanted hockey or figure skating but I really like hockey so...hockey it is. Also, I picked Sweden because I really like most of the Swedish players because of lot of them play in the states (on the Rangers) and I am familiar with them)
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“You’re going to need to get that looked at,” Jared says as he’s crouching to cradle his teammates hand in his own.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Jensen grumbles. “Hurts like a mother fucker.”
“Don’t be a baby. You’ve been dealt worse.” It’s a reprimand but Jared’s words are too soft and concerned to come with any sting. Plus, the ways he’s gently supporting Jensen’s hand gives further evidence to just how much he cares.
“I’m an idiot for going down like that. Should’a seen it coming but I was watching your crazy ass. Hagelin almost sent a puck to your face and that’s…” He trails off and winces when Jared twists his hand. “Oww!”
“Are you blaming this on me? You’re saying you hurt your hand because you were looking out for me? Don’t be an idiot, Jensen. I can take care of myself out there.” Jared rolls his eyes.
“Not blaming you. Jus’ sayin’.” Jensen chews his bottom lip and sighs. “There’s been plenty of times where you’ve blamed me for worse.”
Jared ignores him. “I think it’s broken. Or at least fractured.”
“Figured.”
Jared’s got go back out there. They have another period to play through and if they want to make the semifinals, they are going to have to kick some Swedish asses. He’s still geared up, which looks hilarious since he’s even huger in skates and crouching down to tend to Jensen is quite a feat of balance.
The clock is ticking but Jared doesn’t seem to be in a rush. Jensen knows his heart isn’t on the ice at the current moment.
“Jen,” Jared whispers as he presses the faintest kiss to Jensen’s knuckles. Whatever his is about to say fades away and he gently lowers Jensen’s hand to his knee. “Let me help you.” With slow movements, he unlaces each of Jensen’s skates and helps yank them off. Jensen’s good hand come to rest on the back of Jared’s head, combing through the sweat damp hair there.
It’s quiet between them for a while but then Jared smiles up at Jensen. “It’s nice…that you care. I can handle myself on the ice but it’s nice to know you worry.”
“I always worry,” Jensen snorts.
“Yeah, me too. Like right now. I’m worried about the swelling in that hand.” Jared shoves Jensen’s knees apart so he can slot between his legs and uses his thighs to hold onto for balance.
“I’ll get it looked at in a minute.” Jensen knocks their foreheads together.
“I’ll give you two.” Jared smirks but Jensen can barely catch it because their lips crash together in an intense mix of falling adrenaline and concern.
Habitually, Jensen brings both hands up to cup Jared’s face and hisses at his forgetfulness. “Shit!”
Jared pulls back and almost falls on his ass. “Stupid idiot.”
“Now, that? That was your fault. You got me all crazy and you know I don’t think straight when we’re kissing,” he clears his throat, “or doing any of the things that usually follow kissing.”
“Ohh, yeah?” Jared glances at the clock. The coach is going to have his head, or at least come storming into the locker room, if he doesn’t haul his ass back on the ice. “Like when I do this?” Coasting a hand over the crotch of Jensen’s uniform, he finds a way to get through the mess of fabric and put enough welcome pressure on the man’s dick. “Think if I gave this some attention then you’d stop bitching about the pain in your hand?”
Jensen groans deep in the back of his throat and then licks his lips. “Wish you could.”
With another stroke to Jensen’s filling dick, Jared regretfully pushes back to standing. “Later, Jen. After I kick Sweden’s ass for both of us and you get that hand wrapped. I’ll take you mind off everything. Okay?”
With his good hand, Jensen yanks Jared down for another kiss, pulling away just enough to whisper a promise. “Yeah. Gonna let you do that. Go be a superstar, baby.”
Jared grins. “Go be a whiny bitch of a patient. Tell Doc Kim I apologize in advance for your moaning and groaning.”
Jensen flips him the bird but all it does it makes Jared smile and blow Jensen a kiss before he heads towards the ice.
Team USA wins that night. And so does Jared because Jensen swears he is going to give him a gold medal in the blow job Olympics.
I know! I posted this before USA played Canada...little did I know that they'd lose. (Ok...of course I knew. Canada's team was born with skates on...so....yeah)
With slow movements, he unlaces each of Jensen’s skates and helps yank them off. Jensen’s good hand come to rest on the back of Jared’s head, combing through the sweat damp hair there.
Oh gosh, their tenderness toward each other is so lovely, and a great contrast to the roughness of hockey. FANTASTIC!! :)
I am glad you liked it! *blushes* I wanted to focus on the tenderness and the juxtaposition with their on ice personas. I am so happy you picked up on that. And you provided me with my new obsession with Hockey!J2.
Loved it sweety!! But it's really no surprise...all your fics are awesome and I love all of them very much. The chemistry between them put a big smile on my face. *HUGS TIGHT*
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“You’re going to need to get that looked at,” Jared says as he’s crouching to cradle his teammates hand in his own.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Jensen grumbles. “Hurts like a mother fucker.”
“Don’t be a baby. You’ve been dealt worse.” It’s a reprimand but Jared’s words are too soft and concerned to come with any sting. Plus, the ways he’s gently supporting Jensen’s hand gives further evidence to just how much he cares.
“I’m an idiot for going down like that. Should’a seen it coming but I was watching your crazy ass. Hagelin almost sent a puck to your face and that’s…” He trails off and winces when Jared twists his hand. “Oww!”
“Are you blaming this on me? You’re saying you hurt your hand because you were looking out for me? Don’t be an idiot, Jensen. I can take care of myself out there.” Jared rolls his eyes.
“Not blaming you. Jus’ sayin’.” Jensen chews his bottom lip and sighs. “There’s been plenty of times where you’ve blamed me for worse.”
Jared ignores him. “I think it’s broken. Or at least fractured.”
“Figured.”
Jared’s got go back out there. They have another period to play through and if they want to make the semifinals, they are going to have to kick some Swedish asses. He’s still geared up, which looks hilarious since he’s even huger in skates and crouching down to tend to Jensen is quite a feat of balance.
The clock is ticking but Jared doesn’t seem to be in a rush. Jensen knows his heart isn’t on the ice at the current moment.
“Jen,” Jared whispers as he presses the faintest kiss to Jensen’s knuckles. Whatever his is about to say fades away and he gently lowers Jensen’s hand to his knee. “Let me help you.” With slow movements, he unlaces each of Jensen’s skates and helps yank them off. Jensen’s good hand come to rest on the back of Jared’s head, combing through the sweat damp hair there.
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“I always worry,” Jensen snorts.
“Yeah, me too. Like right now. I’m worried about the swelling in that hand.” Jared shoves Jensen’s knees apart so he can slot between his legs and uses his thighs to hold onto for balance.
“I’ll get it looked at in a minute.” Jensen knocks their foreheads together.
“I’ll give you two.” Jared smirks but Jensen can barely catch it because their lips crash together in an intense mix of falling adrenaline and concern.
Habitually, Jensen brings both hands up to cup Jared’s face and hisses at his forgetfulness. “Shit!”
Jared pulls back and almost falls on his ass. “Stupid idiot.”
“Now, that? That was your fault. You got me all crazy and you know I don’t think straight when we’re kissing,” he clears his throat, “or doing any of the things that usually follow kissing.”
“Ohh, yeah?” Jared glances at the clock. The coach is going to have his head, or at least come storming into the locker room, if he doesn’t haul his ass back on the ice. “Like when I do this?” Coasting a hand over the crotch of Jensen’s uniform, he finds a way to get through the mess of fabric and put enough welcome pressure on the man’s dick. “Think if I gave this some attention then you’d stop bitching about the pain in your hand?”
Jensen groans deep in the back of his throat and then licks his lips. “Wish you could.”
With another stroke to Jensen’s filling dick, Jared regretfully pushes back to standing. “Later, Jen. After I kick Sweden’s ass for both of us and you get that hand wrapped. I’ll take you mind off everything. Okay?”
With his good hand, Jensen yanks Jared down for another kiss, pulling away just enough to whisper a promise. “Yeah. Gonna let you do that. Go be a superstar, baby.”
Jared grins. “Go be a whiny bitch of a patient. Tell Doc Kim I apologize in advance for your moaning and groaning.”
Jensen flips him the bird but all it does it makes Jared smile and blow Jensen a kiss before he heads towards the ice.
Team USA wins that night. And so does Jared because Jensen swears he is going to give him a gold medal in the blow job Olympics.
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Also, they should have porn Olympics...seriously!
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Ohh well...in my head the USA team that Hockey!J2 play for definitely won.
Porn Olympics would be awesome! Specially the marathon competitions. *grins like an idiot*
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I am glad you liked the story. :-)
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Oh gosh, their tenderness toward each other is so lovely, and a great contrast to the roughness of hockey. FANTASTIC!! :)
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I wanted to focus on the tenderness and the juxtaposition with their on ice personas. I am so happy you picked up on that. And you provided me with my new obsession with Hockey!J2.
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