Backstrom / Semin - Hockey Anon Fill
title : Love Letter
pairing : backstrom / semin
rating : pg-13
words : ~1,700
note : fill for the hockey meme [ this is the prompt ]
It’s the third time in the past month I’ve found a note tucked away in my duffle bag after a game. It’s written to Sasha, but Alex is ‘Sasha’ too and I can’t imagine why anyone would write to me. This has to be a mistake. I don’t even bother to read it this time around, I just toss it into Alex’s open bag like all the others and go about my way.
And maybe today there won’t be a bouquet of flowers waiting on my door step, but it’s unlikely. They always show up on the same nights together with the notes. It’s probably a fan, they have a way of cropping up occasionally and figuring out someone’s home address and apparently they got mine and Alex’s mixed up.
Sure enough, there’s a dozen roses in a vase on my doorstep. I fight the urge to kick them over only because they’d probably just lay there and rot. They end up on my kitchen table because there’s no where else to put them, though I really should just call up Alex and tell him, but that’s a blow to my ego in more ways than one.
The more I think about it, the more tempting it is to simply send the flowers through the shredder in my kitchen sink, but there’s someone pounding on my front door.
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Nicklas works at the tight laces of his skates in the locker room, stealing covert glances whenever he can manage up at Sasha. He’s sure this note will do the trick because this time around, he was very specific regarding the recipient. His heart jumps to his throat when Sasha picks the note out of a side pocket, and the sensation promptly turns to one of dread when he drops it in Ovie’s bag.
The surly Russian says a few curt words to Alex when he comes out of the showers as he finishes getting dressed, and then he’s out the door faster than Nicklas can form words to stop him.
Thick terror builds in Nicky’s stomach the longer Alex takes to get his shit together and it makes his skin itch. He can’t let Alex find that note, but it doesn’t seem likely that he’ll have a chance to collect it. Apprehension builds in every inch and crevice in his body until Mojo taps his shoulder and lets out a long stream of Swedish that take Nicky about half a minute to digest.
“You look out of it,” Marcus tries again, “Are you okay?”
Nicky nods and somehow manages to form a smile. “Fine, just a little tired.”
It must sound more convincing than Nicky feels because Mojo sits down next to him to remove his own gear in silence. It’s distraction enough that Nicky doesn’t notice Alex bumbling back off into the showers until he’s been gone for a while and by then, he’s coming back and Nicky’s missed the only chance he’s going to get.
The only thing left to do is swallow his pride and go ask for the damned thing, which is what he decides to do.
The few steps over to Alex seem like they take forever and even then, Nicky thinks his voice is going to crack when he opens his mouth to speak.
“I leave something for Sasha in your bag by accident.” The words spill forth without much effort and he’s genuinely surprised when Alex just shrugs.
“So take it back,” he replies, “And stop leaving stuff in my bag. Sasha thinks it’s all for me.”
Nicky’s blood runs cold and he can feel his face growing pale, but Alex laughs and punches him in the shoulder.
“Just tell him how you feel. He’ll be happy, trust me.”
With that, Alex leans down to dig the note out and he shoves it into Nicky’s waiting hands.
There’s a huge weight lifted off Nicky’s mind, but he can’t help but brood regardless. Alex and Sasha are best friends, so Alex has to know what he’s talking about. But on the other hand, Sasha’s never shown any interest in him.
He’s halfway home and working himself deeper and deeper into a state of confused agitation when he decides to throw caution to the wind and drive over to Sasha’s house instead. It’s a short enough detour that he can get away with just ‘dropping by’ if things don’t work out so great. And maybe Sasha isn’t even home yet- he could have gone any number of places to celebrate.
Sasha’s Porsche is already sitting in the driveway when Nicky arrives and the vase of flowers he had delivered are no where to be seen. He takes a breath to steel himself and parks behind the Porsche.
A dozen and a half steps bring him up the driveway and up to the porch and it’s too late to turn around because he’s already knocked on the door with a bit more force than is good taste.
When Sasha opens the door, he looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks and Nicky can’t help but observe just how small his Russian teammate can look sometimes. Sasha’s got an inch on him, but he isn’t as built. He’s all lean, compact muscle.
Nicky waits for him to say something, but Sasha’s just staring at him like he’s grown a second head.
“I, ah- Can I come in?” he breaks the ice with a grin and Sasha steps aside easily enough. It’s all Nicky can do not to turn and run with his tail between his legs.
“You want drink?” Sasha offers and Nicky politely declines.
He’s still got the note in his hand, hasn’t let it go since getting it back from Ovechkin and Sasha stiffens a bit when he notices it. It takes all the courage in the world to hold out his hand and pass it over to it’s rightful recipient.
“Why don’t you read it?” Nicky suggests and Sasha rolls his eyes, but unfolds the paper and scans over it anyway.
It’s practically a love letter- all of Nick’s unspoken frustrations from half the year pathetically written down for Sasha to reject him.
Sasha’s expression slowly changes from one of impatience to surprise by the time he’s reached the bottom of the page and Nicky doesn’t wait for him to say anything before surging forward and pinning his his to the counter. Sasha’s eyes grow impossibly wide, but he doesn’t turn his head when Nicky presses their lips together for the first time.
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Nicky’s lips are soft and this has got to be a joke, but I can’t help my natural reaction to kiss back from taking over. His hair is soft between my fingers, still a little wet from having showered and my other arm snakes around his waist to anchor him close.
I pull away far enough to speak, “I thought this was for Alex.”
“It was all me,” Nicky tells me, his mouth is still pressed against mine and I lick his lower lip just to know how it tastes, “I should have told you.”
There’s a dark voice in my head that still can’t believe what’s happening, but an even bigger part of me trusts Nicklas implicitly.
My lips part when his tongue presses against them and I let myself get lost in the sensation for a while. He kisses like he means it, with the same zeal he shows on the ice and being on the receiving end of that sort of passion is just shy of overwhelming. And it isn’t only his mouth moving against me, it’s his thumb massaging circles into my hip and his other hand sliding up the back of my shirt. It’s his heated body pressed against mine and the thigh slipping eagerly between my legs to touch every part of me.
But more than any physical sensation, the fact that it’s Nicky in my kitchen makes all the difference. My attraction to him is something I always pushed to the back of my mind because he’s so much younger than me and we’re teammates- because I’m defective in some way that keeps people at arms distance.
Nicky doesn’t seem to have a problem wanting to get close though, maybe a bit too close.
“Stop, too fast-”
I hear the words and recognize my own voice before realizing that I’ve said anything and Nicky pulls away like he’s been burned.
+ + + +
When Sasha tells him to stop, Nicky thinks he’s made a mistake. He didn’t read the warning signs associated with overstepping his boundaries and now he’s fucked it up irreparably.
“I’m sorry,” he chokes out, “I just- I should go.”
The last thing he expects is to feel Sasha’s hand closing around his own as he starts to walk away.
“Don’t leave,” Sasha’s almost whispering, “I want you to stay.”
After all the miscommunication between them, hearing Sasha say those words is like experiencing the bright shiny light at the end of the tunnel that everyone talks about but never actually sees and Nicky coaxes him into an embrace without a second thought.
“Are you sure?”
He has to ask because it’s just who he is and Sasha responds by drawing him in even closer. Nicky’s never felt such strong relief, which is natural considering they’re teammates and even one misstep could cost the team greatly.
Sasha’s eyes meeting his banishes any thoughts of anything other than the man currently in his arms and he leans forward for another kiss, this one slow and Nicky’s heart is pounding so hard he’s sure Sasha can feel it.
But then, if he loses himself in Sasha deep enough, he can feel that Sasha’s heart is beating just the same.
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pairing : backstrom / semin
rating : pg-13
words : ~1,700
note : fill for the hockey meme [ this is the prompt ]
It’s the third time in the past month I’ve found a note tucked away in my duffle bag after a game. It’s written to Sasha, but Alex is ‘Sasha’ too and I can’t imagine why anyone would write to me. This has to be a mistake. I don’t even bother to read it this time around, I just toss it into Alex’s open bag like all the others and go about my way.
And maybe today there won’t be a bouquet of flowers waiting on my door step, but it’s unlikely. They always show up on the same nights together with the notes. It’s probably a fan, they have a way of cropping up occasionally and figuring out someone’s home address and apparently they got mine and Alex’s mixed up.
Sure enough, there’s a dozen roses in a vase on my doorstep. I fight the urge to kick them over only because they’d probably just lay there and rot. They end up on my kitchen table because there’s no where else to put them, though I really should just call up Alex and tell him, but that’s a blow to my ego in more ways than one.
The more I think about it, the more tempting it is to simply send the flowers through the shredder in my kitchen sink, but there’s someone pounding on my front door.
+ + + +
Nicklas works at the tight laces of his skates in the locker room, stealing covert glances whenever he can manage up at Sasha. He’s sure this note will do the trick because this time around, he was very specific regarding the recipient. His heart jumps to his throat when Sasha picks the note out of a side pocket, and the sensation promptly turns to one of dread when he drops it in Ovie’s bag.
The surly Russian says a few curt words to Alex when he comes out of the showers as he finishes getting dressed, and then he’s out the door faster than Nicklas can form words to stop him.
Thick terror builds in Nicky’s stomach the longer Alex takes to get his shit together and it makes his skin itch. He can’t let Alex find that note, but it doesn’t seem likely that he’ll have a chance to collect it. Apprehension builds in every inch and crevice in his body until Mojo taps his shoulder and lets out a long stream of Swedish that take Nicky about half a minute to digest.
“You look out of it,” Marcus tries again, “Are you okay?”
Nicky nods and somehow manages to form a smile. “Fine, just a little tired.”
It must sound more convincing than Nicky feels because Mojo sits down next to him to remove his own gear in silence. It’s distraction enough that Nicky doesn’t notice Alex bumbling back off into the showers until he’s been gone for a while and by then, he’s coming back and Nicky’s missed the only chance he’s going to get.
The only thing left to do is swallow his pride and go ask for the damned thing, which is what he decides to do.
The few steps over to Alex seem like they take forever and even then, Nicky thinks his voice is going to crack when he opens his mouth to speak.
“I leave something for Sasha in your bag by accident.” The words spill forth without much effort and he’s genuinely surprised when Alex just shrugs.
“So take it back,” he replies, “And stop leaving stuff in my bag. Sasha thinks it’s all for me.”
Nicky’s blood runs cold and he can feel his face growing pale, but Alex laughs and punches him in the shoulder.
“Just tell him how you feel. He’ll be happy, trust me.”
With that, Alex leans down to dig the note out and he shoves it into Nicky’s waiting hands.
There’s a huge weight lifted off Nicky’s mind, but he can’t help but brood regardless. Alex and Sasha are best friends, so Alex has to know what he’s talking about. But on the other hand, Sasha’s never shown any interest in him.
He’s halfway home and working himself deeper and deeper into a state of confused agitation when he decides to throw caution to the wind and drive over to Sasha’s house instead. It’s a short enough detour that he can get away with just ‘dropping by’ if things don’t work out so great. And maybe Sasha isn’t even home yet- he could have gone any number of places to celebrate.
Sasha’s Porsche is already sitting in the driveway when Nicky arrives and the vase of flowers he had delivered are no where to be seen. He takes a breath to steel himself and parks behind the Porsche.
A dozen and a half steps bring him up the driveway and up to the porch and it’s too late to turn around because he’s already knocked on the door with a bit more force than is good taste.
When Sasha opens the door, he looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks and Nicky can’t help but observe just how small his Russian teammate can look sometimes. Sasha’s got an inch on him, but he isn’t as built. He’s all lean, compact muscle.
Nicky waits for him to say something, but Sasha’s just staring at him like he’s grown a second head.
“I, ah- Can I come in?” he breaks the ice with a grin and Sasha steps aside easily enough. It’s all Nicky can do not to turn and run with his tail between his legs.
“You want drink?” Sasha offers and Nicky politely declines.
He’s still got the note in his hand, hasn’t let it go since getting it back from Ovechkin and Sasha stiffens a bit when he notices it. It takes all the courage in the world to hold out his hand and pass it over to it’s rightful recipient.
“Why don’t you read it?” Nicky suggests and Sasha rolls his eyes, but unfolds the paper and scans over it anyway.
It’s practically a love letter- all of Nick’s unspoken frustrations from half the year pathetically written down for Sasha to reject him.
Sasha’s expression slowly changes from one of impatience to surprise by the time he’s reached the bottom of the page and Nicky doesn’t wait for him to say anything before surging forward and pinning his his to the counter. Sasha’s eyes grow impossibly wide, but he doesn’t turn his head when Nicky presses their lips together for the first time.
+ + + +
Nicky’s lips are soft and this has got to be a joke, but I can’t help my natural reaction to kiss back from taking over. His hair is soft between my fingers, still a little wet from having showered and my other arm snakes around his waist to anchor him close.
I pull away far enough to speak, “I thought this was for Alex.”
“It was all me,” Nicky tells me, his mouth is still pressed against mine and I lick his lower lip just to know how it tastes, “I should have told you.”
There’s a dark voice in my head that still can’t believe what’s happening, but an even bigger part of me trusts Nicklas implicitly.
My lips part when his tongue presses against them and I let myself get lost in the sensation for a while. He kisses like he means it, with the same zeal he shows on the ice and being on the receiving end of that sort of passion is just shy of overwhelming. And it isn’t only his mouth moving against me, it’s his thumb massaging circles into my hip and his other hand sliding up the back of my shirt. It’s his heated body pressed against mine and the thigh slipping eagerly between my legs to touch every part of me.
But more than any physical sensation, the fact that it’s Nicky in my kitchen makes all the difference. My attraction to him is something I always pushed to the back of my mind because he’s so much younger than me and we’re teammates- because I’m defective in some way that keeps people at arms distance.
Nicky doesn’t seem to have a problem wanting to get close though, maybe a bit too close.
“Stop, too fast-”
I hear the words and recognize my own voice before realizing that I’ve said anything and Nicky pulls away like he’s been burned.
+ + + +
When Sasha tells him to stop, Nicky thinks he’s made a mistake. He didn’t read the warning signs associated with overstepping his boundaries and now he’s fucked it up irreparably.
“I’m sorry,” he chokes out, “I just- I should go.”
The last thing he expects is to feel Sasha’s hand closing around his own as he starts to walk away.
“Don’t leave,” Sasha’s almost whispering, “I want you to stay.”
After all the miscommunication between them, hearing Sasha say those words is like experiencing the bright shiny light at the end of the tunnel that everyone talks about but never actually sees and Nicky coaxes him into an embrace without a second thought.
“Are you sure?”
He has to ask because it’s just who he is and Sasha responds by drawing him in even closer. Nicky’s never felt such strong relief, which is natural considering they’re teammates and even one misstep could cost the team greatly.
Sasha’s eyes meeting his banishes any thoughts of anything other than the man currently in his arms and he leans forward for another kiss, this one slow and Nicky’s heart is pounding so hard he’s sure Sasha can feel it.
But then, if he loses himself in Sasha deep enough, he can feel that Sasha’s heart is beating just the same.
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