And so it continues....fourteen!
Title: You Are My Signal Fire (Part 14)
Characters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White
Word Count: 2208
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination. The title is part of the lyrics from snow patrol’s song ‘Signal Fire’.
|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 || Part 13 ||
We walked down to the corner to find a firkin pub, I think it was the fox and firkin or maybe it was the friar and firkin…something with an f in any case. We found another table in the corner, as we liked our privacy. Ian and Matt shared a pitcher of Creemore and Kyle and I opted for a pitcher of Keiths.
Kyle looked around the table hopefully, “Is now a good time for some jägr?”
I laughed at him, “You and your jägr…very well…” I gave in, “let’s do some shots.”
We did about 3 shots of jägrmeister each, and continued to work on our pitchers of beer. We would have been cut-off anywhere else but the guy who was serving our table was a fan, so he just kept the drinks coming. Closing came faster than expected. It was really already 2 in the morning? Matt signed for the drinks before Ian could even touch the bill. I noticed the server pocket the bill, and then I realized that it had matt’s signature on the bottom…honestly, some people were insane. But, it still made us feel good because it made us feel important.
We stumbled out the door of the bar and parted ways with Matt and Kyle as they got into a cab. They barely waited for the door to close before they were all over each other. That was going to be one uncomfortable cab driver.
“Hmm…good idea.” Ian’s devilish smile said everything he wanted to do with me as he pushed me against the wall of the bar and forced our mouths together. I gave in for a minute, the alcohol clouding my judgement and ignoring the fact that we were out in public in downtown Toronto. A flash brought me back to reality quickly and I pushed him away from me to see our server standing in the doorway, camera in hand. My mouth fell open…we were fucked! Completely and totally fucked!
“Woah…I had no idea you guys were…wow.” He looked at the glowing screen of his digital camera at the picture he had just taken of us making out.
Ian was in too much shock to speak, so it was up to me, “What’ll it take for you to give me that camera?” I decided force wouldn’t be necessary, he was a fan…he wouldn’t screw us over…hopefully…please?
He looked up at our worried faces, realizing our distress. “Oh…well…I…” he thought about it, “Well papers would pay a lot of money for this.” The look of concern on my face increased, “however I don’t really want to out you guys either, it’s none of my business. But this is a material world and…I wouldn’t mind a pair of seasons tickets…in a good spot?” He looked at me hopefully as Ian’s mouth was still open in shock and being totally unresponsive.
“That’s probably doable.” There goes a huge chunk of my salary, “Ok so give me the camera.”
He held it back, close to his chest, “What guarantee do I have once I give you the camera that I’ll get the tickets.”
I shrugged, “My word?” I reached into my wallet and pulled out a piece of paper writing my number on it, “Here, give me the camera, I’ll give you my number and if you don’t get the tickets in a week then you can start harassing me. But you won’t have to, I promise.”
He looked hesitantly at the camera but then handed it over, shaking my hand to close the deal. I grabbed the camera and deleted the pictures right away from the memory card, checking several times to make sure that they were gone before I handed it back to him.
“Ian…” he was still staring at the camera like it might explode, “don’t worry…it’s cool.”
The other guy looked at him concerned, “Is he okay?”
“Yeah…he will be.” I turned back to the guy, “By the way…if you go back on this deal…” I didn’t even have to say anything. I guess my tone was threatening enough.
“Nah, its fine…hey my brother is gay. I understand that it’s hard, especially when you don’t want people to know. I can’t imagine how hard it must be as a celebrity to hide it.”
I was done talking with this guy, my sympathies wearing thin, okay yes he gave up the camera, but he had still blackmailed us into giving him tickets. He handed me a paper with his mailing address and phone number on it.
“You’ll have your tickets by the end of the week.” I said grudgingly. “Let’s go Ian.” I grabbed his elbow, forcing him to walk towards our car.
I put another ticket in the window of our car so it wouldn’t get towed and then I flagged down a taxi. Ian was silent the whole way home, staring out the window. It was a close call that’s for certain, but it was over…why was he still so upset?
As we stood in the elevator, he stayed on the other side trying to be as far away from me as possible. Ding. We’d reached my floor, I opened the door to my apartment and walked in, going to my bedroom to change into something more comfortable. Ian came in and sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor.
“Okay Ian, what’s going on? Crisis averted, there’s no need to look like it’s the apocalypse.”
He looked up at me and his eyes were red like he was going to cry, “It’s just…if that ever got out…we’d both be done.” The words started tumbling out faster, “I’m so sorry Andrew. It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t been so careless…” he trailed off shaking his head, “I’m so sorry. I’ve ruined everything. Bet this is a birthday you’re really going to want to remember…” he said sarcastically.
I walked over to him, sitting beside him on the bed and putting an arm around his shoulders. He slumped into my shoulder welcoming the comfort, “You know what it is going to be one that I remember…”
He snorted disbelievingly, “because you were there. And I had a good time with my friends. And once I take care of this guy, we won’t even remember it happened. So are you okay now?” I looked at him.
“Still messes with my plans…I had the whole day planned… and then my sister needed me and then the traffic and then that stupid waiter with the camera…”
I cupped his face with my hands, “Sh…don’t worry about it. It was perfect anyways.”
He still wasn’t looking at me, I leaned in and kissed him, straddling his lap as I sucked on his lips. He sighed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in close. I detached myself and licked his cheek, bringing my lips up to his ear, “I know exactly what will make you feel better.” I got off of him slowly and grabbed one of his hands leading him into the bathroom.
The smallest hint of a smile was beginning to cross his lips, but I could tell this whole thing was still getting to him. I let the shower run and start to heat up as I loosened his tie, throwing it aside, unbuttoning his shirt as I sucked on his neck, trailing kisses down his torso as I revealed more and more of it.
He closed his eyes, letting his hand rest on my head as I was on my knees now unbuckling his belt, “Today’s supposed to be about you.”
“Exactly. And I like nothing more than pleasing you.”
For the first time since we left the bar he had a smile on his face, “And you are so good at it.”
I pulled his pants and his boxers down and pushed him into the shower, and then I quickly undressed myself and joined him. I held the tips of his fingers gently as I leaned into him, muscular chest on muscular chest, I could still taste the alcohol on his lips that we had been drinking earlier. I felt his lips curl into a smile again as we kissed. We separated and he nuzzled his head into my shoulder once more, “Thank you.”
I looked down at him, rubbing his back, “For what?”
Putting his hand up on my shoulder he let it slide down my chest slowly, “For loving me, for taking care of me, for being you…for everything.”
“I take care of you because I love you.” I tilted his chin up with my hand and kissed him again, letting my tongue explore his mouth.
He pulled apart, serious again for a moment, looking me directly in the eyes, “You love me?” A huge grin creeping across his face. “You’re actually saying it?”
I beamed down at him, “Looks that way.”
He lunged forward and kissed me more passionately than he had in a long time, the sudden burst in energy making me want him even more. His hand moved down gripping my cock, slippery with the warm water from the shower. I poured some soap on my loufa and started rubbing it across his back and his chest, scrubbing away the last hour of our night.
Bending down on to my knees I pulled his hips towards my head, holding on to his butt as I inserted him in my mouth, letting my tongue circle his head. The added warmth and moisture from my mouth making Ian moan louder, I let my teeth gently graze his shaft, making his knees buckle slightly and having to lean against the shower wall for support. I felt him getting firmer in my mouth to the point where I could taste his precum, I stopped and licked my way back up to a standing position.
Draping my arms around his shoulders, I sucked on his bottom lip some more, savouring the taste of him. I felt his hand on the small of my back as he pulled me in closer, my own semi-aroused self rubbing against Ian’s nearly there self. The friction made me groan wanting to feel a different kind of friction, i.e. I wanted to feel him on the inside.
I let a hand drop and start preparing him for my entrance. He moaned loudly as my finger infiltrated his body, continuing to tangle our tongues together in a frenzy. No matter how much of him I touched, I just wanted more. I just couldn’t be satisfied with the limited surface area of my hands on his toned form.
Finally he was ready and I turned him around, holding on to his hips I thrust into him. Hugging him close to my body, the friction of my chest rubbing against his back as well as my dick inside of him was almost too much to take. I bit into the back of his shoulder, lightly, making him lift his arm behind his head, holding my head close to him. I pressed our mouths together once more as he turned his neck as far to the side as he could and I pushed into him as far as I could.
“Fuck, that feels.....uhh....amazing!” My hands eased down from his hips to his thighs, still pushing him as close to my body as possible. Still there wasn’t enough skin contact for my liking. I let my hands close on his cock, and I began pumping up and down and then twisting gently from side to side, all the while thrusting into him, his muscles clenching and unclenching around me. One last, deliberate thrust and I cried out, “OH god Ian!” and squeezing on his own penis, making him come with me.
We stood breathing heavily, in the shower, still holding on to each other as if afraid to let go. I pulled away from him grabbing the loufa I cleaned us both up, Ian was so exhausted from this long day he just leaned against my chest. I washed his hair letting my fingers work over his scalp as the shampoo lathered up. “Mmmm, why are you so good to me?”
I laughed, stepping back enough so that his head was under the showerhead, as he still leaned against my chest, “Because I love you, didn’t we already discuss this?” I teased as I rinsed the shampoo from his hair, kissing his forehead.
“Well we don’t have to do anything tomorrow, except stay in bed. You can sleep in all you want baby.” I wasn't even sure if he was still awake as I turned off the tap, Ian making a sound of disappointment that our shower time was over. Oh..I guess he is.
We stepped out and I grabbed a towel, drying his hair before rubbing down his body to dry him. He leaned against the wall sleepily and I chuckled, drying myself quickly and then assisting him over to the bed. We crawled in under the covers, naked but clean and he pulled me into yet another tight hug. I kissed his forehead, massaging the back of his head in a comforting manner.
“Thanks for a great birthday…I don’t know how I’ll be able to match this when yours comes around in a month.”
I could feel him smiling into my chest as he lay half on top of me, “You can try.”
He drifted off to sleep a few minutes later, “Yes, I can try.”
Characters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White
Word Count: 2208
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination. The title is part of the lyrics from snow patrol’s song ‘Signal Fire’.
|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 || Part 13 ||
We walked down to the corner to find a firkin pub, I think it was the fox and firkin or maybe it was the friar and firkin…something with an f in any case. We found another table in the corner, as we liked our privacy. Ian and Matt shared a pitcher of Creemore and Kyle and I opted for a pitcher of Keiths.
Kyle looked around the table hopefully, “Is now a good time for some jägr?”
I laughed at him, “You and your jägr…very well…” I gave in, “let’s do some shots.”
We did about 3 shots of jägrmeister each, and continued to work on our pitchers of beer. We would have been cut-off anywhere else but the guy who was serving our table was a fan, so he just kept the drinks coming. Closing came faster than expected. It was really already 2 in the morning? Matt signed for the drinks before Ian could even touch the bill. I noticed the server pocket the bill, and then I realized that it had matt’s signature on the bottom…honestly, some people were insane. But, it still made us feel good because it made us feel important.
We stumbled out the door of the bar and parted ways with Matt and Kyle as they got into a cab. They barely waited for the door to close before they were all over each other. That was going to be one uncomfortable cab driver.
“Hmm…good idea.” Ian’s devilish smile said everything he wanted to do with me as he pushed me against the wall of the bar and forced our mouths together. I gave in for a minute, the alcohol clouding my judgement and ignoring the fact that we were out in public in downtown Toronto. A flash brought me back to reality quickly and I pushed him away from me to see our server standing in the doorway, camera in hand. My mouth fell open…we were fucked! Completely and totally fucked!
“Woah…I had no idea you guys were…wow.” He looked at the glowing screen of his digital camera at the picture he had just taken of us making out.
Ian was in too much shock to speak, so it was up to me, “What’ll it take for you to give me that camera?” I decided force wouldn’t be necessary, he was a fan…he wouldn’t screw us over…hopefully…please?
He looked up at our worried faces, realizing our distress. “Oh…well…I…” he thought about it, “Well papers would pay a lot of money for this.” The look of concern on my face increased, “however I don’t really want to out you guys either, it’s none of my business. But this is a material world and…I wouldn’t mind a pair of seasons tickets…in a good spot?” He looked at me hopefully as Ian’s mouth was still open in shock and being totally unresponsive.
“That’s probably doable.” There goes a huge chunk of my salary, “Ok so give me the camera.”
He held it back, close to his chest, “What guarantee do I have once I give you the camera that I’ll get the tickets.”
I shrugged, “My word?” I reached into my wallet and pulled out a piece of paper writing my number on it, “Here, give me the camera, I’ll give you my number and if you don’t get the tickets in a week then you can start harassing me. But you won’t have to, I promise.”
He looked hesitantly at the camera but then handed it over, shaking my hand to close the deal. I grabbed the camera and deleted the pictures right away from the memory card, checking several times to make sure that they were gone before I handed it back to him.
“Ian…” he was still staring at the camera like it might explode, “don’t worry…it’s cool.”
The other guy looked at him concerned, “Is he okay?”
“Yeah…he will be.” I turned back to the guy, “By the way…if you go back on this deal…” I didn’t even have to say anything. I guess my tone was threatening enough.
“Nah, its fine…hey my brother is gay. I understand that it’s hard, especially when you don’t want people to know. I can’t imagine how hard it must be as a celebrity to hide it.”
I was done talking with this guy, my sympathies wearing thin, okay yes he gave up the camera, but he had still blackmailed us into giving him tickets. He handed me a paper with his mailing address and phone number on it.
“You’ll have your tickets by the end of the week.” I said grudgingly. “Let’s go Ian.” I grabbed his elbow, forcing him to walk towards our car.
I put another ticket in the window of our car so it wouldn’t get towed and then I flagged down a taxi. Ian was silent the whole way home, staring out the window. It was a close call that’s for certain, but it was over…why was he still so upset?
As we stood in the elevator, he stayed on the other side trying to be as far away from me as possible. Ding. We’d reached my floor, I opened the door to my apartment and walked in, going to my bedroom to change into something more comfortable. Ian came in and sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor.
“Okay Ian, what’s going on? Crisis averted, there’s no need to look like it’s the apocalypse.”
He looked up at me and his eyes were red like he was going to cry, “It’s just…if that ever got out…we’d both be done.” The words started tumbling out faster, “I’m so sorry Andrew. It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t been so careless…” he trailed off shaking his head, “I’m so sorry. I’ve ruined everything. Bet this is a birthday you’re really going to want to remember…” he said sarcastically.
I walked over to him, sitting beside him on the bed and putting an arm around his shoulders. He slumped into my shoulder welcoming the comfort, “You know what it is going to be one that I remember…”
He snorted disbelievingly, “because you were there. And I had a good time with my friends. And once I take care of this guy, we won’t even remember it happened. So are you okay now?” I looked at him.
“Still messes with my plans…I had the whole day planned… and then my sister needed me and then the traffic and then that stupid waiter with the camera…”
I cupped his face with my hands, “Sh…don’t worry about it. It was perfect anyways.”
He still wasn’t looking at me, I leaned in and kissed him, straddling his lap as I sucked on his lips. He sighed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in close. I detached myself and licked his cheek, bringing my lips up to his ear, “I know exactly what will make you feel better.” I got off of him slowly and grabbed one of his hands leading him into the bathroom.
The smallest hint of a smile was beginning to cross his lips, but I could tell this whole thing was still getting to him. I let the shower run and start to heat up as I loosened his tie, throwing it aside, unbuttoning his shirt as I sucked on his neck, trailing kisses down his torso as I revealed more and more of it.
He closed his eyes, letting his hand rest on my head as I was on my knees now unbuckling his belt, “Today’s supposed to be about you.”
“Exactly. And I like nothing more than pleasing you.”
For the first time since we left the bar he had a smile on his face, “And you are so good at it.”
I pulled his pants and his boxers down and pushed him into the shower, and then I quickly undressed myself and joined him. I held the tips of his fingers gently as I leaned into him, muscular chest on muscular chest, I could still taste the alcohol on his lips that we had been drinking earlier. I felt his lips curl into a smile again as we kissed. We separated and he nuzzled his head into my shoulder once more, “Thank you.”
I looked down at him, rubbing his back, “For what?”
Putting his hand up on my shoulder he let it slide down my chest slowly, “For loving me, for taking care of me, for being you…for everything.”
“I take care of you because I love you.” I tilted his chin up with my hand and kissed him again, letting my tongue explore his mouth.
He pulled apart, serious again for a moment, looking me directly in the eyes, “You love me?” A huge grin creeping across his face. “You’re actually saying it?”
I beamed down at him, “Looks that way.”
He lunged forward and kissed me more passionately than he had in a long time, the sudden burst in energy making me want him even more. His hand moved down gripping my cock, slippery with the warm water from the shower. I poured some soap on my loufa and started rubbing it across his back and his chest, scrubbing away the last hour of our night.
Bending down on to my knees I pulled his hips towards my head, holding on to his butt as I inserted him in my mouth, letting my tongue circle his head. The added warmth and moisture from my mouth making Ian moan louder, I let my teeth gently graze his shaft, making his knees buckle slightly and having to lean against the shower wall for support. I felt him getting firmer in my mouth to the point where I could taste his precum, I stopped and licked my way back up to a standing position.
Draping my arms around his shoulders, I sucked on his bottom lip some more, savouring the taste of him. I felt his hand on the small of my back as he pulled me in closer, my own semi-aroused self rubbing against Ian’s nearly there self. The friction made me groan wanting to feel a different kind of friction, i.e. I wanted to feel him on the inside.
I let a hand drop and start preparing him for my entrance. He moaned loudly as my finger infiltrated his body, continuing to tangle our tongues together in a frenzy. No matter how much of him I touched, I just wanted more. I just couldn’t be satisfied with the limited surface area of my hands on his toned form.
Finally he was ready and I turned him around, holding on to his hips I thrust into him. Hugging him close to my body, the friction of my chest rubbing against his back as well as my dick inside of him was almost too much to take. I bit into the back of his shoulder, lightly, making him lift his arm behind his head, holding my head close to him. I pressed our mouths together once more as he turned his neck as far to the side as he could and I pushed into him as far as I could.
“Fuck, that feels.....uhh....amazing!” My hands eased down from his hips to his thighs, still pushing him as close to my body as possible. Still there wasn’t enough skin contact for my liking. I let my hands close on his cock, and I began pumping up and down and then twisting gently from side to side, all the while thrusting into him, his muscles clenching and unclenching around me. One last, deliberate thrust and I cried out, “OH god Ian!” and squeezing on his own penis, making him come with me.
We stood breathing heavily, in the shower, still holding on to each other as if afraid to let go. I pulled away from him grabbing the loufa I cleaned us both up, Ian was so exhausted from this long day he just leaned against my chest. I washed his hair letting my fingers work over his scalp as the shampoo lathered up. “Mmmm, why are you so good to me?”
I laughed, stepping back enough so that his head was under the showerhead, as he still leaned against my chest, “Because I love you, didn’t we already discuss this?” I teased as I rinsed the shampoo from his hair, kissing his forehead.
“Well we don’t have to do anything tomorrow, except stay in bed. You can sleep in all you want baby.” I wasn't even sure if he was still awake as I turned off the tap, Ian making a sound of disappointment that our shower time was over. Oh..I guess he is.
We stepped out and I grabbed a towel, drying his hair before rubbing down his body to dry him. He leaned against the wall sleepily and I chuckled, drying myself quickly and then assisting him over to the bed. We crawled in under the covers, naked but clean and he pulled me into yet another tight hug. I kissed his forehead, massaging the back of his head in a comforting manner.
“Thanks for a great birthday…I don’t know how I’ll be able to match this when yours comes around in a month.”
I could feel him smiling into my chest as he lay half on top of me, “You can try.”
He drifted off to sleep a few minutes later, “Yes, I can try.”