Interlude in Miami: NC-17, Romance, hockey_fc challenge
I never much liked the All Star breaks. Even when I was actually on the team, I wasn’t too fond of the idea-they broke the rhythm of the season, changed the momentum. I know some guys enjoy the time to rest and recuperate, but for me, I always just wanted to get back to playing real hockey.
“Would you care for a martini, sir?”
Of course, there were always other perks to be considered.
I opened my eyes at the so-familiar voice, smiling up at the man stepping down into the hot tub with me. Nikolai was grinning impishly, a cocktail glass in each hand with a toothpick-speared olive in each. He wasn’t wearing a lick of clothing and the sun that filtered through the overhead skylight gleamed off bronzed skin, lighting him up like a youthful god of sports and spirits; and damned if naked wasn’t the best way for him to be. I raised my arm, dripping water, and he slid onto the marble seat with me, humming as the heated water rose to his chest. I closed my hand around his, around the stem of one of the glasses, and took the opportunity to acquire a long, deep kiss as he held the martinis above the water, unable to reciprocate much. When I pulled back I took the martini with me, loving the pink flush in his cheeks, the breathless way he breathed.
“Why, I would love one,” I murmured. I curled my arm around him as he settled beside me and took a sip, letting the vodka and vermouth wash down my throat, burning pleasantly as it went. The taste was enough to make me groan, and I buried my face in Nikolai’s shoulder with a shudder of pleasure.
“You used the good stuff, didn’t you?” I mumbled against his skin. There was nothing like genuine Russian vodka, and I’d stored some safely away from prying hands-namely my brother’s-but had forgotten to tell Nik about it when he’d left for the bar. Clearly, he had found it.
He chuckled.
“What, you really thought I’d believe you only stock that American water?” Teeth closed around the tip of my ear, tugging gently; soft breath tickling my cheek. “I know you better than that.”
I shivered. I raised my head to see dark grey eyes regarding me, their gaze as heated as the water around us. I watched, transfixed, as Nikolai raised his glass to his pale-pink lips, catching the rim between them. As he tilted it back his throat worked as he swallowed, the innocent action all-too sensual with his eyes half-lidded and sultry.
I placed my martini carefully on the low table nearby.
And pounced.
Nik growled encouragement as I pressed him back against the side of the hot tub, barely managing to set his glass upright on the ground behind him. I curled my hands around his shoulders, straddling his hips; pressing our lips forcefully together. He opened his mouth, tangling his tongue with my own; tangling his fingers in my hair and then gripping a fistful as I skimmed my hands down his chest. I traced the curves of his muscles, tweaking his nipples, teasing him unrepentantly. If there was one good thing about being the elder in this relationship it was that I could last longer, drawing things out until Nikolai was squirming, writhing helplessly and begging me for release. He could come twice-or thrice, we’d experimented-in one night, but how long it took between each was up to me, and just how much I could torment him with pleasure.
But not today. The look that burned in his eyes said ‘now’, promising dire consequences if the wish wasn’t obeyed.
That in itself held endless possibilities as well.
“Sergei,” Nik hissed as I lapped at the damp flesh of his neck, tugging at my hair. “Sergei, fuck-fuck, if you don’t get on with it right now I’m going to fuck you right here, goddammit…”
I smiled against his skin, nuzzling the droplets of water dotting his jaw. I reached out of the tub and patted around the towels until I came up with the tube of suntan lotion I’d absently picked up from the bathroom, habitually thinking ‘water-towel-suntan lotion’ despite the fact my hot tub was inside. I pulled back, resting on my heels, slapping the little tube into Nikolai’s hand and crossing my arms over my chest, smirking.
“Get at it, hotshot.”
Nik’s eyes widened in surprise; but the shock was fleeting, a grin curling his lips. He thumbed open the cap of the lotion, squeezing some onto his fingers, coating them expertly. The stuff was waterproof-handy, that-so when he slipped his hand beneath the water I had no cause for concern, feeling the heel of his palm brush against my balls as he reached between my legs. His free hand rose to rest on my shoulder, and his gaze never left mine even as his fingers rubbed over my entrance.
When one long digit slid inside of me, working down to his knuckle, it was me that purposefully broke the staring contest. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back as he curled the one finger within me, arching my back. I spread my legs wider on either side of him, pushing back on his finger in wanton lust. His breath quickened and I smiled in my mind, letting my mouth fall open, panting as he slipped another finger inside of me. I didn’t usually put on such a show, but if he wanted to be cocky…
I’d show him cocky.
When a third finger joined the other two I let out a low, husky groan, rocking my hips forward and back; fucking his fingers with all the propriety of a cheap whore. Nik’s breath hitched and I opened my eyes, smirking at him, meeting a grey gaze now wild and wanting. I moved forward, resting my hands on his shoulders, and slid off of his fingers. He stared at me open-mouthed as I settled atop him, mechanically resting his hands on my hips.
I felt the throb of his cock pressed against my own and rose up on my knees, letting it slide down against my balls, beneath me. Nikolai’s eyes were huge and disbelieving.
“Sergei,” he squeaked, all bravado gone.
I smiled evilly and pressed down with my hips-and sank down onto him in one long, slow, burn.
The sound that came from Nik’s throat wasn’t at all coherent and wasn’t close to being a word, just some strangled whimpering moan that pleased me to no end to hear. His eyes seemed to roll into the back of his head, fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he sought for a control I most certainly wasn’t going to allow him. Without pausing for him to catch his breath I moved, rocking against him, hissing as he brushed against my prostate and sent little licks of pleasure dancing up my spine. He was gasping, fighting to breathe, keening moans escaping him with every move I made. When he was finally able to meet my eyes again his own were glazed over and needy, deliciously wanting and not at all sensible.
I threw my head back and slammed my hips down.
“Sergei!”
If nothing else had been worth it-and it all most certainly was-that made this whole game worthwhile. That deep voice of his, hoarse and throaty and completely unwound, crying out my name like a keening dove. His fingers scrabbled at my back and I let him pull me closer as I rode him, water sloshing onto the tile surrounding the tub, dipping my head so I could trace the curve of his ear with my tongue. Never stopping my thrusts, I purred into his ear.
“Who’s fucking who now, my love?”
Nikolai’s reply might have been some form of a name or even a pronoun, but it came out helplessly garbled. His arms wrapped around my neck, desperately keeping me close to him, and I smiled, content. I rested my forehead against his shoulder, the game over with, rocking my hips gently. He regained enough of his senses to reach between us and wrapping a hand around my cock, stroking slow and firm. The pressure built, rising, flooding; and together we crossed the threshold over into ecstasy, his name on my lips and his face pressed against my neck.
As we caught our respective breaths I slumped against Nikolai, not even bothering to pull off of him, too sated to move. I rested my head on his shoulder and he stroked my hair tenderly, his chest heaving as he sought to salvage some form of control. I rested my arms on the rim of the tub behind him, content to stay there, just resting against him. At length he spoke, his voice soft and husky.
“God, Sergei,” he murmured, combing his fingers through my hair, still a little shaky. “That was-incredible. You’re incredible…”
I nestled closer to him, closing my eyes against his neck.
“Glad to please.”
Nik smacked my shoulder, lightly, and I chuckled. He pressed his palms against my shoulders, forcing me back, and I grumbled as I was pushed into a sitting position. He was still inside of me and the movement had little aftershocks of pleasure curling in my belly, and when I looked at him his eyes were soft and loving, and somewhat awed. I smiled again and leaned forward, pressing my lips to his. This time it was slow and gentle, lazy flicks of his tongue exploring my mouth, and I sighed into it. When we drew apart Nik cupped my cheek in his palm, thumbing the line of my cheekbone as he rested his forehead against my own.
“Love you,” he breathed softly.
I smiled.
“Love you too,” I murmured, resting my palm flat against his chest, my fingers wrinkled from the water. “Shall we get out? The Young Stars game starts in a bit.”
Nikolai nodded, and when I got off of him, hissing as he slid out of me, he rubbed little circles against my hip. We climbed out of the tub and his arms wrapped around me almost the second I had a towel tucked around my waist. I relaxed in his grip, closing my eyes.
“Thank you for being here with me,” he said quietly, lips brushing against my hair as he spoke. “We so rarely get time alone, together… These past few days have been so amazing, Sergei. Thank you for spending them with me.”
“There’s no one else I’d rather spend them with,” I replied with a smile, stroking his back. The smile I got in return was bright, beaming, and it melted my heart into a puddle of captured goop, Nikolai so clearly owning all of me, body and soul.
His fingers twined with mine and as we walked up the stairs to the bedroom, I found myself thinking that the All Star break wasn’t so bad, after all.
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“Would you care for a martini, sir?”
Of course, there were always other perks to be considered.
I opened my eyes at the so-familiar voice, smiling up at the man stepping down into the hot tub with me. Nikolai was grinning impishly, a cocktail glass in each hand with a toothpick-speared olive in each. He wasn’t wearing a lick of clothing and the sun that filtered through the overhead skylight gleamed off bronzed skin, lighting him up like a youthful god of sports and spirits; and damned if naked wasn’t the best way for him to be. I raised my arm, dripping water, and he slid onto the marble seat with me, humming as the heated water rose to his chest. I closed my hand around his, around the stem of one of the glasses, and took the opportunity to acquire a long, deep kiss as he held the martinis above the water, unable to reciprocate much. When I pulled back I took the martini with me, loving the pink flush in his cheeks, the breathless way he breathed.
“Why, I would love one,” I murmured. I curled my arm around him as he settled beside me and took a sip, letting the vodka and vermouth wash down my throat, burning pleasantly as it went. The taste was enough to make me groan, and I buried my face in Nikolai’s shoulder with a shudder of pleasure.
“You used the good stuff, didn’t you?” I mumbled against his skin. There was nothing like genuine Russian vodka, and I’d stored some safely away from prying hands-namely my brother’s-but had forgotten to tell Nik about it when he’d left for the bar. Clearly, he had found it.
He chuckled.
“What, you really thought I’d believe you only stock that American water?” Teeth closed around the tip of my ear, tugging gently; soft breath tickling my cheek. “I know you better than that.”
I shivered. I raised my head to see dark grey eyes regarding me, their gaze as heated as the water around us. I watched, transfixed, as Nikolai raised his glass to his pale-pink lips, catching the rim between them. As he tilted it back his throat worked as he swallowed, the innocent action all-too sensual with his eyes half-lidded and sultry.
I placed my martini carefully on the low table nearby.
And pounced.
Nik growled encouragement as I pressed him back against the side of the hot tub, barely managing to set his glass upright on the ground behind him. I curled my hands around his shoulders, straddling his hips; pressing our lips forcefully together. He opened his mouth, tangling his tongue with my own; tangling his fingers in my hair and then gripping a fistful as I skimmed my hands down his chest. I traced the curves of his muscles, tweaking his nipples, teasing him unrepentantly. If there was one good thing about being the elder in this relationship it was that I could last longer, drawing things out until Nikolai was squirming, writhing helplessly and begging me for release. He could come twice-or thrice, we’d experimented-in one night, but how long it took between each was up to me, and just how much I could torment him with pleasure.
But not today. The look that burned in his eyes said ‘now’, promising dire consequences if the wish wasn’t obeyed.
That in itself held endless possibilities as well.
“Sergei,” Nik hissed as I lapped at the damp flesh of his neck, tugging at my hair. “Sergei, fuck-fuck, if you don’t get on with it right now I’m going to fuck you right here, goddammit…”
I smiled against his skin, nuzzling the droplets of water dotting his jaw. I reached out of the tub and patted around the towels until I came up with the tube of suntan lotion I’d absently picked up from the bathroom, habitually thinking ‘water-towel-suntan lotion’ despite the fact my hot tub was inside. I pulled back, resting on my heels, slapping the little tube into Nikolai’s hand and crossing my arms over my chest, smirking.
“Get at it, hotshot.”
Nik’s eyes widened in surprise; but the shock was fleeting, a grin curling his lips. He thumbed open the cap of the lotion, squeezing some onto his fingers, coating them expertly. The stuff was waterproof-handy, that-so when he slipped his hand beneath the water I had no cause for concern, feeling the heel of his palm brush against my balls as he reached between my legs. His free hand rose to rest on my shoulder, and his gaze never left mine even as his fingers rubbed over my entrance.
When one long digit slid inside of me, working down to his knuckle, it was me that purposefully broke the staring contest. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back as he curled the one finger within me, arching my back. I spread my legs wider on either side of him, pushing back on his finger in wanton lust. His breath quickened and I smiled in my mind, letting my mouth fall open, panting as he slipped another finger inside of me. I didn’t usually put on such a show, but if he wanted to be cocky…
I’d show him cocky.
When a third finger joined the other two I let out a low, husky groan, rocking my hips forward and back; fucking his fingers with all the propriety of a cheap whore. Nik’s breath hitched and I opened my eyes, smirking at him, meeting a grey gaze now wild and wanting. I moved forward, resting my hands on his shoulders, and slid off of his fingers. He stared at me open-mouthed as I settled atop him, mechanically resting his hands on my hips.
I felt the throb of his cock pressed against my own and rose up on my knees, letting it slide down against my balls, beneath me. Nikolai’s eyes were huge and disbelieving.
“Sergei,” he squeaked, all bravado gone.
I smiled evilly and pressed down with my hips-and sank down onto him in one long, slow, burn.
The sound that came from Nik’s throat wasn’t at all coherent and wasn’t close to being a word, just some strangled whimpering moan that pleased me to no end to hear. His eyes seemed to roll into the back of his head, fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he sought for a control I most certainly wasn’t going to allow him. Without pausing for him to catch his breath I moved, rocking against him, hissing as he brushed against my prostate and sent little licks of pleasure dancing up my spine. He was gasping, fighting to breathe, keening moans escaping him with every move I made. When he was finally able to meet my eyes again his own were glazed over and needy, deliciously wanting and not at all sensible.
I threw my head back and slammed my hips down.
“Sergei!”
If nothing else had been worth it-and it all most certainly was-that made this whole game worthwhile. That deep voice of his, hoarse and throaty and completely unwound, crying out my name like a keening dove. His fingers scrabbled at my back and I let him pull me closer as I rode him, water sloshing onto the tile surrounding the tub, dipping my head so I could trace the curve of his ear with my tongue. Never stopping my thrusts, I purred into his ear.
“Who’s fucking who now, my love?”
Nikolai’s reply might have been some form of a name or even a pronoun, but it came out helplessly garbled. His arms wrapped around my neck, desperately keeping me close to him, and I smiled, content. I rested my forehead against his shoulder, the game over with, rocking my hips gently. He regained enough of his senses to reach between us and wrapping a hand around my cock, stroking slow and firm. The pressure built, rising, flooding; and together we crossed the threshold over into ecstasy, his name on my lips and his face pressed against my neck.
As we caught our respective breaths I slumped against Nikolai, not even bothering to pull off of him, too sated to move. I rested my head on his shoulder and he stroked my hair tenderly, his chest heaving as he sought to salvage some form of control. I rested my arms on the rim of the tub behind him, content to stay there, just resting against him. At length he spoke, his voice soft and husky.
“God, Sergei,” he murmured, combing his fingers through my hair, still a little shaky. “That was-incredible. You’re incredible…”
I nestled closer to him, closing my eyes against his neck.
“Glad to please.”
Nik smacked my shoulder, lightly, and I chuckled. He pressed his palms against my shoulders, forcing me back, and I grumbled as I was pushed into a sitting position. He was still inside of me and the movement had little aftershocks of pleasure curling in my belly, and when I looked at him his eyes were soft and loving, and somewhat awed. I smiled again and leaned forward, pressing my lips to his. This time it was slow and gentle, lazy flicks of his tongue exploring my mouth, and I sighed into it. When we drew apart Nik cupped my cheek in his palm, thumbing the line of my cheekbone as he rested his forehead against my own.
“Love you,” he breathed softly.
I smiled.
“Love you too,” I murmured, resting my palm flat against his chest, my fingers wrinkled from the water. “Shall we get out? The Young Stars game starts in a bit.”
Nikolai nodded, and when I got off of him, hissing as he slid out of me, he rubbed little circles against my hip. We climbed out of the tub and his arms wrapped around me almost the second I had a towel tucked around my waist. I relaxed in his grip, closing my eyes.
“Thank you for being here with me,” he said quietly, lips brushing against my hair as he spoke. “We so rarely get time alone, together… These past few days have been so amazing, Sergei. Thank you for spending them with me.”
“There’s no one else I’d rather spend them with,” I replied with a smile, stroking his back. The smile I got in return was bright, beaming, and it melted my heart into a puddle of captured goop, Nikolai so clearly owning all of me, body and soul.
His fingers twined with mine and as we walked up the stairs to the bedroom, I found myself thinking that the All Star break wasn’t so bad, after all.
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