[ moments ] [ MMOM ] - Fermata
title : Fermata
author : russian torque
team / pairing : washington capitals - Braden Holtby / Michal Neuvirth
rating : NC-17
words : ~1,400
note : written for mmom
The patter of rain on Braden’s window typically reminds him of home. Good old Saskatchewan. And when he’s in Washington, it’s a comforting sound. The rain is Canada, and hockey, and his family, and all those things that make Braden who he is.
But now that he’s actually up in Lloydminster, he realizes that home isn’t necessarily a place as much as it is a feeling and he really kind of wishes he hadn’t promised his mother he’d visit for a whole month.
“This is so weird,” Michal complains, his head dipping out of view for a moment while he digs around the bedside table, “I don’t like it.”
Braden huffs impatiently and rolls his eyes. “You’re the one that didn’t want to come visit my family this summer, Michal. Why was staying in Washington so important anyway?”
Michal pops back onto the screen, scowling, and Braden hadn’t realized how much he missed seeing his lover. They’ve been talking on the phone nearly every day for the past two weeks, but actually seeing him is completely different and Braden wishes he could reach through the screen and touch him- but they’re so many hundreds of miles apart.
“Things to work out with my contract,” Michal grumbles back, “I told you.”
“You could have just done it on the phone like the rest of us.”
He gets no verbal response, but Michal pulls off his shirt and tosses it off to the side and he looks different. He’s glow-y.
“Did you get a tan?” Braden asks, eyes squinting, “You look darker.”
Michal breaks out in a wide grin, “Ovie had a pool party at his new place. You should have been here.”
Well that’s a low blow if Braden ever heard one, but he doesn’t let that distract him from the task at hand. He peels off his own shirt to match Michal and settles down on the couch, resting his laptop on his thighs and to be honest, he didn’t give positioning much thought and this is turning out to be a little awkward.
But if he puts his laptop on the coffee table or an end table, he’ll be too far away to see Michal properly and he doesn’t particularly feel like putting on a porn star-esque show.
“So how do we do this?” Michal asks, eyes flickering up at the camera for a moment before he’s back to looking at his keyboard. Or at least, that’s where Braden thinks he’s looking because the video feed is a little grittier than he’d like it to be and it’s hard to tell. He blames the crappy connection.
“Just... touch yourself,” Braden offers, “Pretend I’m there with you.”
Even through the crappy camera, Braden can tell that Michal’s cheeks turn a little pink and he loves it when Michal smiles out of embarrassment. He’s got only good memories of Michal smiling like that. It reminds him of the beginning of their relationship, between the all the stupid fights and the best sex he’s ever had in his life they’d go on the awkwardest dates.
This is kind of like one of those dates, if only because Michal’s blushing like a virgin as his hand disappears down, down- and they both know where it’s going even if he is to shy to actually show it- and his lower lip disappears between his teeth in that way he does when he’s on the spot.
“Are you hard for me, babe?” Braden asks and Michal’s head jerks in a nod. “Do it slow, I don’t want you to come too fast.”
Michal moans softly at that and the sound goes straight to Braden’s cock like electricity. He watches the play of muscles on Michal’s chest, how his shoulder tenses and his arm shifts and flexes with every stroke and fuck- he wants to see it all, how the head of his dick turns dark with arousal, how he fingers at the slit when he’s close to coming.
It’s fucking frustrating.
“Can you-” Braden starts, and he has to take a shaky breath because he hadn’t even realized he was holding it, “Just like... put the computer on the bed? I need to see you babe, I want you so bad.”
Michal freezes, like he’s thinking about it and for a second, Braden thinks he’s going to say no, but the camera suddenly jerks to face the ceiling.
When he can see Michal again, he can see all of him- sitting back on his haunches on the middle of the bed, camera propped up on what’s probably a pile of pillows and he’s stroking himself slowly, thighs spread wide and it’s almost as good as being right there and almost better at the same time because that’s one screenshot that’s going in his hidden, locked, secret ‘Michal’ folder for the rest of forever.
“Oh, fuck, just like that,” Braden breathes, “Use your other hand too, like I’m touching you-”
Michal does it immediately, stroking the skin above his dick, fingers dancing along his hips and up to his stomach- that perfectly tanned stomach, so soft and Braden can almost taste it- his chest, to his dark nipples and he pinches one between his fingers and a growl rumbles in Braden’s chest-
“I wish I was there with you,” he says, voice torn and he’s reaching down between his own legs and palming himself through his thin shorts, “I wanna kiss every inch of your skin, tease you- You’re so fucking hot- I’m gonna fuck you when I get back, til you can’t walk straight and no one’s going to know why except you and me- Fuck-”
Michal’s pace stutters and he moans, long and ragged and Braden’s heart jumps when he realizes Michal’s saying his name through a mess of Czech and sex.
“Do you have lube?”
Asking might be taking this a bit far but fuck if Braden isn’t going to try for as much as he can get.
“Yeah,” Michal replies, “Why?”
“I want you to open yourself up for me, I want you to come like I’m deep inside you, can you do that for me?”
After a fair bit of fumbling about, Michal returns triumphant, lube in hand. And once he’s situated again, like before but up on his knees, reaching between his thighs to finger himself open, Braden’s really having to fight off the need to come. He wants to see this through to the end.
Between the soft sighs of pleasure escaping Michal’s lips and the occasional sharp gasp, there’s a heavy silence between them because Braden can’t bring himself to say a single word, he’s stuck on just watching- pretending he’s there and wanting to be there so fucking badly. But Michal is looking at him pleadingly, begging him with his eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” Braden says, “What are you thinking about?”
Michal shakes his head, embarrassed.
“You want me inside? Fucking you? You want it hard?”
He gets a furious nod and Michal’s crying out his name, rocking back on his own hand and he isn’t even touching his cock anymore, he’s riding his fingers to find that spot- to find the pulsing rhythm that comes with being fucked.
Braden’s breath catches in his throat and he can’t fight the need to jack off any longer, he needs the release like Michal does- fast and hard and fuck- the sounds Michal makes are drops of water in the desert, precious and perfect and every kind of delicious that exists.
“Come for me.”
It’s all Michal needs to go over the edge and he comes with a shout, body tensing and rolling in waves and Braden wants to lick him clean, to kiss him until he falls asleep and wake up with him in the morning- fuck, he misses him so badly that it hurts and if he thinks about it much longer he’s going to work himself into a fit rather than enjoying having even a little of his lover.
He follows close after, gaze frozen on Michal- how his chest heaves and his eyes are half-closed with pleasured exhaustion.
Only two more weeks to go.
X x X x X
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author : russian torque
team / pairing : washington capitals - Braden Holtby / Michal Neuvirth
rating : NC-17
words : ~1,400
note : written for mmom
The patter of rain on Braden’s window typically reminds him of home. Good old Saskatchewan. And when he’s in Washington, it’s a comforting sound. The rain is Canada, and hockey, and his family, and all those things that make Braden who he is.
But now that he’s actually up in Lloydminster, he realizes that home isn’t necessarily a place as much as it is a feeling and he really kind of wishes he hadn’t promised his mother he’d visit for a whole month.
“This is so weird,” Michal complains, his head dipping out of view for a moment while he digs around the bedside table, “I don’t like it.”
Braden huffs impatiently and rolls his eyes. “You’re the one that didn’t want to come visit my family this summer, Michal. Why was staying in Washington so important anyway?”
Michal pops back onto the screen, scowling, and Braden hadn’t realized how much he missed seeing his lover. They’ve been talking on the phone nearly every day for the past two weeks, but actually seeing him is completely different and Braden wishes he could reach through the screen and touch him- but they’re so many hundreds of miles apart.
“Things to work out with my contract,” Michal grumbles back, “I told you.”
“You could have just done it on the phone like the rest of us.”
He gets no verbal response, but Michal pulls off his shirt and tosses it off to the side and he looks different. He’s glow-y.
“Did you get a tan?” Braden asks, eyes squinting, “You look darker.”
Michal breaks out in a wide grin, “Ovie had a pool party at his new place. You should have been here.”
Well that’s a low blow if Braden ever heard one, but he doesn’t let that distract him from the task at hand. He peels off his own shirt to match Michal and settles down on the couch, resting his laptop on his thighs and to be honest, he didn’t give positioning much thought and this is turning out to be a little awkward.
But if he puts his laptop on the coffee table or an end table, he’ll be too far away to see Michal properly and he doesn’t particularly feel like putting on a porn star-esque show.
“So how do we do this?” Michal asks, eyes flickering up at the camera for a moment before he’s back to looking at his keyboard. Or at least, that’s where Braden thinks he’s looking because the video feed is a little grittier than he’d like it to be and it’s hard to tell. He blames the crappy connection.
“Just... touch yourself,” Braden offers, “Pretend I’m there with you.”
Even through the crappy camera, Braden can tell that Michal’s cheeks turn a little pink and he loves it when Michal smiles out of embarrassment. He’s got only good memories of Michal smiling like that. It reminds him of the beginning of their relationship, between the all the stupid fights and the best sex he’s ever had in his life they’d go on the awkwardest dates.
This is kind of like one of those dates, if only because Michal’s blushing like a virgin as his hand disappears down, down- and they both know where it’s going even if he is to shy to actually show it- and his lower lip disappears between his teeth in that way he does when he’s on the spot.
“Are you hard for me, babe?” Braden asks and Michal’s head jerks in a nod. “Do it slow, I don’t want you to come too fast.”
Michal moans softly at that and the sound goes straight to Braden’s cock like electricity. He watches the play of muscles on Michal’s chest, how his shoulder tenses and his arm shifts and flexes with every stroke and fuck- he wants to see it all, how the head of his dick turns dark with arousal, how he fingers at the slit when he’s close to coming.
It’s fucking frustrating.
“Can you-” Braden starts, and he has to take a shaky breath because he hadn’t even realized he was holding it, “Just like... put the computer on the bed? I need to see you babe, I want you so bad.”
Michal freezes, like he’s thinking about it and for a second, Braden thinks he’s going to say no, but the camera suddenly jerks to face the ceiling.
When he can see Michal again, he can see all of him- sitting back on his haunches on the middle of the bed, camera propped up on what’s probably a pile of pillows and he’s stroking himself slowly, thighs spread wide and it’s almost as good as being right there and almost better at the same time because that’s one screenshot that’s going in his hidden, locked, secret ‘Michal’ folder for the rest of forever.
“Oh, fuck, just like that,” Braden breathes, “Use your other hand too, like I’m touching you-”
Michal does it immediately, stroking the skin above his dick, fingers dancing along his hips and up to his stomach- that perfectly tanned stomach, so soft and Braden can almost taste it- his chest, to his dark nipples and he pinches one between his fingers and a growl rumbles in Braden’s chest-
“I wish I was there with you,” he says, voice torn and he’s reaching down between his own legs and palming himself through his thin shorts, “I wanna kiss every inch of your skin, tease you- You’re so fucking hot- I’m gonna fuck you when I get back, til you can’t walk straight and no one’s going to know why except you and me- Fuck-”
Michal’s pace stutters and he moans, long and ragged and Braden’s heart jumps when he realizes Michal’s saying his name through a mess of Czech and sex.
“Do you have lube?”
Asking might be taking this a bit far but fuck if Braden isn’t going to try for as much as he can get.
“Yeah,” Michal replies, “Why?”
“I want you to open yourself up for me, I want you to come like I’m deep inside you, can you do that for me?”
After a fair bit of fumbling about, Michal returns triumphant, lube in hand. And once he’s situated again, like before but up on his knees, reaching between his thighs to finger himself open, Braden’s really having to fight off the need to come. He wants to see this through to the end.
Between the soft sighs of pleasure escaping Michal’s lips and the occasional sharp gasp, there’s a heavy silence between them because Braden can’t bring himself to say a single word, he’s stuck on just watching- pretending he’s there and wanting to be there so fucking badly. But Michal is looking at him pleadingly, begging him with his eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” Braden says, “What are you thinking about?”
Michal shakes his head, embarrassed.
“You want me inside? Fucking you? You want it hard?”
He gets a furious nod and Michal’s crying out his name, rocking back on his own hand and he isn’t even touching his cock anymore, he’s riding his fingers to find that spot- to find the pulsing rhythm that comes with being fucked.
Braden’s breath catches in his throat and he can’t fight the need to jack off any longer, he needs the release like Michal does- fast and hard and fuck- the sounds Michal makes are drops of water in the desert, precious and perfect and every kind of delicious that exists.
“Come for me.”
It’s all Michal needs to go over the edge and he comes with a shout, body tensing and rolling in waves and Braden wants to lick him clean, to kiss him until he falls asleep and wake up with him in the morning- fuck, he misses him so badly that it hurts and if he thinks about it much longer he’s going to work himself into a fit rather than enjoying having even a little of his lover.
He follows close after, gaze frozen on Michal- how his chest heaves and his eyes are half-closed with pleasured exhaustion.
Only two more weeks to go.
X x X x X
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