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Two Way Street 14/14 THE END
Elise
NC17
Buffalo Sabres
Ryan Miller/ Steve Bernier
Ryan had burst into tears on his way home. He knew he should just suck it up, be stronger, but the weight of everything had gotten heavier, especially since his feelings were betrayed. He was being used by the sweet Quebecois, the sweet man he’d begun to fall for. Ryan had made it inside his house before letting the sobs take over. His head was pounding and limbs were heavy with fatigue. Ryan wiped at his face and went into his kitchen, looking into the empty refridgerator. Everything was empty. He always had an empty house. He was alone again, and Ryan shivered. Ryan silently chastised himself for believing that anything could be different. He was meant to be alone.
He picked up his coffee grinder and began to make a cup. He’d at least watch the sunset, and a coffee to center himself. Knowing the guys, they were all going to go out, and Ryan sighed. He’d be spending it alone again. He liked hanging out with Derek, Jason and mostly Steve. it was nice to be social again, to be a part of a group. Now that was ruined. Ryan leaned his hand on his counter top, sighing.
There was a knock to his door, and a door opening. Ryan’s head snapped up and he yelled, “I’m not going out. I’m staying in! Go away!”
He wasn’t even sure which Sabre had walked through the door. Ryan sighed, going to his MP3 player and putting in some music. Sad, depressing, music. Turning around, he froze, seeing Steve in his kitchen. Ryan felt his resolve crumble and he said, “Why?”
“It’s a lie.” Steve said, stepping forward, “I’m not with Milan. I’m not with Jason.”
“But Derek...” Ryan said, his face burning in shame.
“Would have no idea because he was in Buffalo when Milan and I were in San Jose. It’s over. I don’t live in California. I am not from California. I am Buffalo.”
Steve’s voice was strong, and, Ryan noted, honest and upset. The young forward’s accent was thick, the angrier he got, the more flustered he got, the more desperate. Ryan shut his eyes and ducked his head, “I don’t know... I just.... it hurt to hear. I don’t know what to believe.”
“Okay. Honesty. I’ll be honest. I kissed Jason. I was upset over our fight, and I just wanted to feel...” Steve ducked his head, his face turning red, “I wanted to feel wanted. To pretend that someone wanted me. I wasn’t good enough for Milan. I’m not good enough for you. It’s not wrong to want to feel... loved.”
Ryan’s tears began again as he listened. He nodded, realizing that he wanted the same. He dropped his head and took a deep breath. “I want that as well.”
Steve’s chest and stomach twisted as he watched the pain flash across Ryan’s eyes. For a second, he saw compassion, and the wide open brown eyes of someone who also wanted to be loved. Steve smiled sadly. Throwing his inhibitions aside, he reached out, hands grasping onto Ryan’s biceps. There was a second when both paused, eyes connecting. Steve pulled the goalie to his own body, feeling Ryan’s breath across his face. Their lips crashed together, this time neither of them hesitant, both of them passionate. Ryan’s hands slipped around Steve, sliding up and down Steve’s back, memorizing the muscles and the curves. Steve grinned, pressing harder into Ryan, almost as if he were trying to squeeze them together into one. Ryan gasped, their hips grinding and he pulled back, enough to say, “Bear... I’m sorry...”
Steve’s eyes were half lidded, his lips bruised. He grinned, falling into Ryan’s eyes, again. Ryan wasn’t guarded, he openly showed his lust as well as his fear. Steve shushed Ryan and said, “Can I stay the night?”
Ryan grinned, relaxing, gripping Steve’s lower back and pushing them back together, he kissed Steve again, this time his teeth grazing Steve’s lower lip. “You better stay the night.”
Steve moaned slightly in affirmation and began to take a step back, walking Ryan out of the kitchen. Ryan chuckled and said, “You don’t even know where you’re going...”
“Story of my life,” Steve said between kisses, “Shirt... off...”
Ryan froze for a second before pulling his shirt off, hands grasping for Steve’s. Soon, hands were exploring chests, stomachs, arms, backs, and Ryan had somehow managed to get them to his room, kicking open the door. Steve licked his lips and stepped back, placing his hand on Ryan’s stomach, rubbing in small circles. His breath was fast, but he wanted to slow down, take his time, and show that he meant this. He grinned and said, “I’m not leaving.”
“I hope not.” Ryan said, eyes in a smirk.
“If we do this... know that I’m not...” Steve paused and said, voice serious, “That I’m in. I’m not going to run.”
Ryan’s eyes widened as he realized that Steve was being truthful. He recognized that Steve needed to be reassured, as well, and was just as nervous, just as hurt, and just as self conscious. Steve needed to know that Ryan wasn’t going to run either. Ryan nodded and stepped closer to Steve, bringing his hands up and down Steve’s sides. “I’m not leaving either.”
Ryan grinned as he saw relief wash over Steve’s face, and Ryan began to kiss Steve’s jaw line, following an imaginary trail down Steve’s neck and chest. Steve could feel himself growing hard as Ryan’s lips left blazing kisses down his stomach. Ryan firmly, but gently pressed his hand onto Steve’s crotch, causing the forward to grunt and let out a sigh. Ryan gently massaged him, Steve’s knees shaking. Slowly, Ryan paused and undid the top button to Steve’s jeans. “I promise, Steve, that I won’t leave. We... we’ve got something, right?”
Steve’s voice was husky as he responded, “Right... this... this is good... merde...”
Ryan giggled as Steve was losing coherency. He pulled down his pants, marvelling at the lack of underwear, releasing Steve’s hardened erection. Ryan grinned, grasping onto it. He knew that this was the first step, and he challenged himself not to run. He wanted to wake up tomorrow, wrapped in Steve’s arms. Ryan’s tongue flicked out, tasting the tip of Steve’s shaft. From the noises the forward was making, Ryan knew he was doing a good job. He slowly let in the head of Steve’s penis into his mouth, his tongue twisting. He wanted to make Steve feel good. He wanted to make Steve want him, and never leave him. The control he felt was making his head swim, feeling Steve’s fingers in his hair, and his soft, quiet moaning. Ryan began to move faster, taking in more and more of Steve. Steve began to mutter in french, causing Ryan to harden even more. “Mon amant... Ryan... vite... durement...”
Ryan chuckled, the vibrations sending Steve into a strangled cry, head back. Steve dragged his hand down to the back of RYan’s head, slipping to his shoulders. He pushed Ryan back, licking his lips at the precum on Ryan’s lips. Steve fell to his knees, crushing their lips together, tasting himself and the now familiar but exciting taste of Ryan. Ryan whispered, his hands slowly moving up and down on Steve’s shaft, “Can’t understand...”
“Mon amant...” Steve whispered, “My lover...”
Ryan stood up, grinning, “Come here...” He said, slipping his own jeans off. Soon the two men were tangled with each other on Ryan’s bed. Ryan let his hand slide, barely touching, up and down Steve’s back, kissing Steve’s neck, their hips grinding together. Ryan marvelled at the feel of Steve’s body, pressing down on him, covering him, protecting him, and making every fiber in his body want him. Steve nibbled on Ryan’s ear, his breath fast and hot. He dragged his hand between them, giving Ryan’s shaft a few tugs before going lower, and gently stroking his entrance. Steve took a shaky breath and said, “Your... things?”
“Top shelf... left...” Ryan hissed out, arching his back, pushing into Steve’s hands.
“Where mama keeps the cookies?” Steve said, chuckling, as he stretched over Ryan to the shelf.
Ryan smacked Steve on his behind, shaking his head. Steve moaned slightly, going limp a moment. Ryan’s hand gently began to caress where he hit, grinning. “I think we have something to play with in the future.”
Steve grabbed the lube and condoms and sat up, looking down at the goalie, still turned on, and begging for release. He grinned, happy that they were so comfortable around each other, again, “Depends if I’m bad, doesn’t it.”
Ryan moved his hips up in response, and Steve got the idea. He moved his hand, gripping onto Ryan’s shaft, and slowly applying pressure before moving up and down. Ryan rolled his head side to side, his breath quickening. “Please... Steve... please...”
Steve grinned, noting that role play was most definitely in their future. He loved the control he had over the goalie, and knew full well that Ryan was in complete control as well. Steve bent down, flicking his tongue against the head of Ryan’s penis, relishing the precum. He gently moved Ryan’s legs and said, “Put your feet on my shoulder, ok? Tell me if you hurt.”
“Just... please...” Ryan said, as Steve pressed one finger into him.
Ryan moaned, his hands gripping the sheets. Steve felt Ryan tense around him and he slowly began to move. Steve could feel his own erection, pressing against his body, wanting to push fully into Ryan, but he waited. “You ready.... are you ok...?”
“S’il vous plait!” Ryan hissed out and Steve grinned.
“Tres bien...” Steve whispered, pushing in a second finger and speeding up his thrusts.
Ryan’s breathing began to go faster and Steve relished in the goalie’s squirming, loving that he was bringing this much pleasure to him. They had danced around each other for so long. Steve leaned forward, draping his body across Ryan’s, and capturing his lips, thrusting his tongue into Ryan’s mouth at the same pace as his fingers. After inserting a third, Steve began to scizzor Ryan and Ryan began to openly moan, his hips thrusting up. He bit is lip hard and waited till Ryan’s feet were firmly planted on his shoulders. Steve removed his fingers, causing Ryan to whimper, black eyes full of lust and focused on him. Steve lined himself up and slowly pushed in, stopping as his head disappeared. He shut his eyes, feeling the tightness, his stomach twisting in the pleasure. He let out a small grunt, and looked into Ryan’s face. “I’ve... I’ve dreamed of this...’
Ryan took a few deep breaths, his voice full of caring, and said, “I know... me too... please, Steve, I want you.”
“I want you too.” Steve said, before pressing in further.
A slow moan escaped Ryan’s lips and Steve began to work up a rhythm. Soon their voices mingled as the rush of their bodies and minds combining took over the both of them. Steve squeezed his eyes shut, muttering in french. He felt Ryan’s hand stroke his face and Steve opened his eyes. He looked into Ryan’s face, flush with pleasure, and their eyes locked. Steve began to thrust harder, Ryan’s body moving with the movement. Beginning to feel his orgasm pool in his lower belly, Steve immediately wanted to take care of Ryan first. With a free hand, he grabbed onto Ryan’s shaft and began to stroke him in beat. Ryan’s eyes fluttered shut and he opened his mouth in a silent moan. Suddenly, the goalie whispered his name and came in spurts between them. The look of peace and joy that washed across Ryan’s face was enough for Steve to release into Ryan with a cry, waves of his orgasm rendering him speechless. He pressed one last time, riding the last wave, before laying his body over Ryan’s and finding his lips again. They lazily kissed, their breath still fast.
Steve repositioned himself, moving to lay beside Ryan, pulling the goalie to his chest. Ryan more than obliged, curling his body around Steve’s, their legs tangling, the heat from their activities warming them both. Steve continued to kiss Ryan, slowly, meaningfully, and thankfully. Ryan’s hands lazily roamed Steve’s body and he leaned back, looking into the teal eyes of his new lover. “Steve...”
Steve grinned, relaxed, calm, happy, and said, “Mon Amant...”
“I’m happy.”
“Me too.”
Elise
NC17
Buffalo Sabres
Ryan Miller/ Steve Bernier
Ryan had burst into tears on his way home. He knew he should just suck it up, be stronger, but the weight of everything had gotten heavier, especially since his feelings were betrayed. He was being used by the sweet Quebecois, the sweet man he’d begun to fall for. Ryan had made it inside his house before letting the sobs take over. His head was pounding and limbs were heavy with fatigue. Ryan wiped at his face and went into his kitchen, looking into the empty refridgerator. Everything was empty. He always had an empty house. He was alone again, and Ryan shivered. Ryan silently chastised himself for believing that anything could be different. He was meant to be alone.
He picked up his coffee grinder and began to make a cup. He’d at least watch the sunset, and a coffee to center himself. Knowing the guys, they were all going to go out, and Ryan sighed. He’d be spending it alone again. He liked hanging out with Derek, Jason and mostly Steve. it was nice to be social again, to be a part of a group. Now that was ruined. Ryan leaned his hand on his counter top, sighing.
There was a knock to his door, and a door opening. Ryan’s head snapped up and he yelled, “I’m not going out. I’m staying in! Go away!”
He wasn’t even sure which Sabre had walked through the door. Ryan sighed, going to his MP3 player and putting in some music. Sad, depressing, music. Turning around, he froze, seeing Steve in his kitchen. Ryan felt his resolve crumble and he said, “Why?”
“It’s a lie.” Steve said, stepping forward, “I’m not with Milan. I’m not with Jason.”
“But Derek...” Ryan said, his face burning in shame.
“Would have no idea because he was in Buffalo when Milan and I were in San Jose. It’s over. I don’t live in California. I am not from California. I am Buffalo.”
Steve’s voice was strong, and, Ryan noted, honest and upset. The young forward’s accent was thick, the angrier he got, the more flustered he got, the more desperate. Ryan shut his eyes and ducked his head, “I don’t know... I just.... it hurt to hear. I don’t know what to believe.”
“Okay. Honesty. I’ll be honest. I kissed Jason. I was upset over our fight, and I just wanted to feel...” Steve ducked his head, his face turning red, “I wanted to feel wanted. To pretend that someone wanted me. I wasn’t good enough for Milan. I’m not good enough for you. It’s not wrong to want to feel... loved.”
Ryan’s tears began again as he listened. He nodded, realizing that he wanted the same. He dropped his head and took a deep breath. “I want that as well.”
Steve’s chest and stomach twisted as he watched the pain flash across Ryan’s eyes. For a second, he saw compassion, and the wide open brown eyes of someone who also wanted to be loved. Steve smiled sadly. Throwing his inhibitions aside, he reached out, hands grasping onto Ryan’s biceps. There was a second when both paused, eyes connecting. Steve pulled the goalie to his own body, feeling Ryan’s breath across his face. Their lips crashed together, this time neither of them hesitant, both of them passionate. Ryan’s hands slipped around Steve, sliding up and down Steve’s back, memorizing the muscles and the curves. Steve grinned, pressing harder into Ryan, almost as if he were trying to squeeze them together into one. Ryan gasped, their hips grinding and he pulled back, enough to say, “Bear... I’m sorry...”
Steve’s eyes were half lidded, his lips bruised. He grinned, falling into Ryan’s eyes, again. Ryan wasn’t guarded, he openly showed his lust as well as his fear. Steve shushed Ryan and said, “Can I stay the night?”
Ryan grinned, relaxing, gripping Steve’s lower back and pushing them back together, he kissed Steve again, this time his teeth grazing Steve’s lower lip. “You better stay the night.”
Steve moaned slightly in affirmation and began to take a step back, walking Ryan out of the kitchen. Ryan chuckled and said, “You don’t even know where you’re going...”
“Story of my life,” Steve said between kisses, “Shirt... off...”
Ryan froze for a second before pulling his shirt off, hands grasping for Steve’s. Soon, hands were exploring chests, stomachs, arms, backs, and Ryan had somehow managed to get them to his room, kicking open the door. Steve licked his lips and stepped back, placing his hand on Ryan’s stomach, rubbing in small circles. His breath was fast, but he wanted to slow down, take his time, and show that he meant this. He grinned and said, “I’m not leaving.”
“I hope not.” Ryan said, eyes in a smirk.
“If we do this... know that I’m not...” Steve paused and said, voice serious, “That I’m in. I’m not going to run.”
Ryan’s eyes widened as he realized that Steve was being truthful. He recognized that Steve needed to be reassured, as well, and was just as nervous, just as hurt, and just as self conscious. Steve needed to know that Ryan wasn’t going to run either. Ryan nodded and stepped closer to Steve, bringing his hands up and down Steve’s sides. “I’m not leaving either.”
Ryan grinned as he saw relief wash over Steve’s face, and Ryan began to kiss Steve’s jaw line, following an imaginary trail down Steve’s neck and chest. Steve could feel himself growing hard as Ryan’s lips left blazing kisses down his stomach. Ryan firmly, but gently pressed his hand onto Steve’s crotch, causing the forward to grunt and let out a sigh. Ryan gently massaged him, Steve’s knees shaking. Slowly, Ryan paused and undid the top button to Steve’s jeans. “I promise, Steve, that I won’t leave. We... we’ve got something, right?”
Steve’s voice was husky as he responded, “Right... this... this is good... merde...”
Ryan giggled as Steve was losing coherency. He pulled down his pants, marvelling at the lack of underwear, releasing Steve’s hardened erection. Ryan grinned, grasping onto it. He knew that this was the first step, and he challenged himself not to run. He wanted to wake up tomorrow, wrapped in Steve’s arms. Ryan’s tongue flicked out, tasting the tip of Steve’s shaft. From the noises the forward was making, Ryan knew he was doing a good job. He slowly let in the head of Steve’s penis into his mouth, his tongue twisting. He wanted to make Steve feel good. He wanted to make Steve want him, and never leave him. The control he felt was making his head swim, feeling Steve’s fingers in his hair, and his soft, quiet moaning. Ryan began to move faster, taking in more and more of Steve. Steve began to mutter in french, causing Ryan to harden even more. “Mon amant... Ryan... vite... durement...”
Ryan chuckled, the vibrations sending Steve into a strangled cry, head back. Steve dragged his hand down to the back of RYan’s head, slipping to his shoulders. He pushed Ryan back, licking his lips at the precum on Ryan’s lips. Steve fell to his knees, crushing their lips together, tasting himself and the now familiar but exciting taste of Ryan. Ryan whispered, his hands slowly moving up and down on Steve’s shaft, “Can’t understand...”
“Mon amant...” Steve whispered, “My lover...”
Ryan stood up, grinning, “Come here...” He said, slipping his own jeans off. Soon the two men were tangled with each other on Ryan’s bed. Ryan let his hand slide, barely touching, up and down Steve’s back, kissing Steve’s neck, their hips grinding together. Ryan marvelled at the feel of Steve’s body, pressing down on him, covering him, protecting him, and making every fiber in his body want him. Steve nibbled on Ryan’s ear, his breath fast and hot. He dragged his hand between them, giving Ryan’s shaft a few tugs before going lower, and gently stroking his entrance. Steve took a shaky breath and said, “Your... things?”
“Top shelf... left...” Ryan hissed out, arching his back, pushing into Steve’s hands.
“Where mama keeps the cookies?” Steve said, chuckling, as he stretched over Ryan to the shelf.
Ryan smacked Steve on his behind, shaking his head. Steve moaned slightly, going limp a moment. Ryan’s hand gently began to caress where he hit, grinning. “I think we have something to play with in the future.”
Steve grabbed the lube and condoms and sat up, looking down at the goalie, still turned on, and begging for release. He grinned, happy that they were so comfortable around each other, again, “Depends if I’m bad, doesn’t it.”
Ryan moved his hips up in response, and Steve got the idea. He moved his hand, gripping onto Ryan’s shaft, and slowly applying pressure before moving up and down. Ryan rolled his head side to side, his breath quickening. “Please... Steve... please...”
Steve grinned, noting that role play was most definitely in their future. He loved the control he had over the goalie, and knew full well that Ryan was in complete control as well. Steve bent down, flicking his tongue against the head of Ryan’s penis, relishing the precum. He gently moved Ryan’s legs and said, “Put your feet on my shoulder, ok? Tell me if you hurt.”
“Just... please...” Ryan said, as Steve pressed one finger into him.
Ryan moaned, his hands gripping the sheets. Steve felt Ryan tense around him and he slowly began to move. Steve could feel his own erection, pressing against his body, wanting to push fully into Ryan, but he waited. “You ready.... are you ok...?”
“S’il vous plait!” Ryan hissed out and Steve grinned.
“Tres bien...” Steve whispered, pushing in a second finger and speeding up his thrusts.
Ryan’s breathing began to go faster and Steve relished in the goalie’s squirming, loving that he was bringing this much pleasure to him. They had danced around each other for so long. Steve leaned forward, draping his body across Ryan’s, and capturing his lips, thrusting his tongue into Ryan’s mouth at the same pace as his fingers. After inserting a third, Steve began to scizzor Ryan and Ryan began to openly moan, his hips thrusting up. He bit is lip hard and waited till Ryan’s feet were firmly planted on his shoulders. Steve removed his fingers, causing Ryan to whimper, black eyes full of lust and focused on him. Steve lined himself up and slowly pushed in, stopping as his head disappeared. He shut his eyes, feeling the tightness, his stomach twisting in the pleasure. He let out a small grunt, and looked into Ryan’s face. “I’ve... I’ve dreamed of this...’
Ryan took a few deep breaths, his voice full of caring, and said, “I know... me too... please, Steve, I want you.”
“I want you too.” Steve said, before pressing in further.
A slow moan escaped Ryan’s lips and Steve began to work up a rhythm. Soon their voices mingled as the rush of their bodies and minds combining took over the both of them. Steve squeezed his eyes shut, muttering in french. He felt Ryan’s hand stroke his face and Steve opened his eyes. He looked into Ryan’s face, flush with pleasure, and their eyes locked. Steve began to thrust harder, Ryan’s body moving with the movement. Beginning to feel his orgasm pool in his lower belly, Steve immediately wanted to take care of Ryan first. With a free hand, he grabbed onto Ryan’s shaft and began to stroke him in beat. Ryan’s eyes fluttered shut and he opened his mouth in a silent moan. Suddenly, the goalie whispered his name and came in spurts between them. The look of peace and joy that washed across Ryan’s face was enough for Steve to release into Ryan with a cry, waves of his orgasm rendering him speechless. He pressed one last time, riding the last wave, before laying his body over Ryan’s and finding his lips again. They lazily kissed, their breath still fast.
Steve repositioned himself, moving to lay beside Ryan, pulling the goalie to his chest. Ryan more than obliged, curling his body around Steve’s, their legs tangling, the heat from their activities warming them both. Steve continued to kiss Ryan, slowly, meaningfully, and thankfully. Ryan’s hands lazily roamed Steve’s body and he leaned back, looking into the teal eyes of his new lover. “Steve...”
Steve grinned, relaxed, calm, happy, and said, “Mon Amant...”
“I’m happy.”
“Me too.”