[ MMOM ] - Off Day
Title : Off Day
team / pairing : Capitals - Mike Green
Word Count : ~400 words
Rating : PG-13
After the game, Mike is totally spent. He just wants to get out of his clothes and back in the shower so he can just stand there for a good long while letting the warm water massage all the soreness from his muscles. He wants to drown in it.
The hotel room is empty except for all the crap Nicky left lying around the floor in a rush to get to the stadium in time. It’s typical of him, but Mike can’t help but get a little agitated looking at the mess and he has an obligation not only to himself, but to Nicky, to clean at least part of his stuff up.
Because honestly, the last thing either of them needs is for someone to come galavanting into the room at three in the morning completely trashed only to trip over ( is that one of Sasha’s shirts? what the hell is Sasha’s shirt doing in Nicky’s stuff? ) something and break a leg. And so, he ends up being the good roommate and tossing all his clothes back into his duffel bag and straightening out his shoes and who the hell packs three pairs of shoes over a one night trip?
One thing turns into another and Mike ends up folding Nicky’s clothing and stacking it up on his bed rather than just leaving it to wrinkle in his bag and only once the room looks halfway decent can he get in the shower with a clear conscience.
Hot water pelts his back and shoulders, the pressure’s so high it’s like burning hail tearing his skin to shreds and it just feels so good that he doesn’t want to move anymore. He wants to stay standing there forever in the steamy heat of it all. And as much as he’d love to take advantage of the fact that he’s got the room all to himself and have some personal time, preferably loud personal time, he can’t even bring himself to wash his hair properly, let alone rub one off without drowning on the floor of the shower in the aftermath.
Mike would be lying if he said he wasn’t frustrated on some level. It’s been ages since he’s fucked someone that isn’t just a puck bunny from some nameless club in one of the twenty-nine cities they play in every year and he’s aching for some kind of rhythm. Because having one night stands, partying every night, and doing whatever the hell he wants is great in theory and even in practice. but it gets old and all he’s really left with is cheap loneliness.
It gets old really, really fast.
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team / pairing : Capitals - Mike Green
Word Count : ~400 words
Rating : PG-13
After the game, Mike is totally spent. He just wants to get out of his clothes and back in the shower so he can just stand there for a good long while letting the warm water massage all the soreness from his muscles. He wants to drown in it.
The hotel room is empty except for all the crap Nicky left lying around the floor in a rush to get to the stadium in time. It’s typical of him, but Mike can’t help but get a little agitated looking at the mess and he has an obligation not only to himself, but to Nicky, to clean at least part of his stuff up.
Because honestly, the last thing either of them needs is for someone to come galavanting into the room at three in the morning completely trashed only to trip over ( is that one of Sasha’s shirts? what the hell is Sasha’s shirt doing in Nicky’s stuff? ) something and break a leg. And so, he ends up being the good roommate and tossing all his clothes back into his duffel bag and straightening out his shoes and who the hell packs three pairs of shoes over a one night trip?
One thing turns into another and Mike ends up folding Nicky’s clothing and stacking it up on his bed rather than just leaving it to wrinkle in his bag and only once the room looks halfway decent can he get in the shower with a clear conscience.
Hot water pelts his back and shoulders, the pressure’s so high it’s like burning hail tearing his skin to shreds and it just feels so good that he doesn’t want to move anymore. He wants to stay standing there forever in the steamy heat of it all. And as much as he’d love to take advantage of the fact that he’s got the room all to himself and have some personal time, preferably loud personal time, he can’t even bring himself to wash his hair properly, let alone rub one off without drowning on the floor of the shower in the aftermath.
Mike would be lying if he said he wasn’t frustrated on some level. It’s been ages since he’s fucked someone that isn’t just a puck bunny from some nameless club in one of the twenty-nine cities they play in every year and he’s aching for some kind of rhythm. Because having one night stands, partying every night, and doing whatever the hell he wants is great in theory and even in practice. but it gets old and all he’s really left with is cheap loneliness.
It gets old really, really fast.
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