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Title: He Should've Been There
Author:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sweet, innocent Maxim Afinogenov and his rugged, sexy lover, Thomas Vanek. ;)
Disclaimer: 68% of the NHL is gay. That basically means this is more likely than unlikely. However, I don't know if it did happen or not. I'm just working with my sordid fantasies and the talent of a practiced storyteller. ;)
AN: This takes place during/after the game last night, 1/4/08. Max was out with a groin injury, the poor love. :(
Max relaxed into his armchair in front of the game, grimacing as his groin twinged. Stupid Winter Classic. Stupid Penguins. He'd wanted to play tonight.
*
Thomas whirled around the net and flicked the puck perfectly for Ales to score. Max cheered, throwing his hands up and in the process heaving a bowl of popcorn halfway across the room. He paid no attention to the popcorn, applauding his lover's successful attempt to jumpstart the team.
"Go, Tommy!" He yelled at the screen.
The next shot slammed directly into Thomas's face, knocking him to the ice. Max stood up, crying out as his injury pained him. "Tommy!"
When Thomas got up, Max dropped back to the couch, sighing with relief. He was alright. "God, that looked to hurt..." Max muttered, wishing he was there to make sure his baby was okay.
*
Max felt like he was sitting on a box of thumbtacks with the points turned out. He'd never realized how very dangerous the game of hockey was until now, when he was watching guys crush his lover into the boards and check him so hard he collapsed on the ice and not able to do anything about it.
*
The second period ended with his team still down. Max grinned despite the score, pulling out his cell and waiting for the call he knew would come.
Ring. Right on time.
"Hi?"
"Hey, Maxi..." It was his Tommy, of course. Max smiled, melting into the couch at the sound of his lover's voice.
"Hi, Tommy. Team not doing so good."
He could hear Tommy's wince. "Yeah, that's an understatement, babe. So you're watching the game?"
"Yes. You get hurt a lot." Tommy must have heard the worry in his voice.
"I know, Max, but you know how it is. It's part of the game and you don't have to worry about it. I can hold my own on the ice."
"I know, but..." Max bit his lip. It was worrying, no matter what Tom said.
"Shh, baby, shh. Are you doing alright? Your groin okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
""Good, good. I'll be coming home to you soon, okay?"
Max grinned, nodding. "Yes, okay. I wait for you."
Tommy blew him a kiss through the phone. "Lindy's calling us in for a talk, alright? I'll see you soon, Max."
Max blew one back. "Okay, Tommy. Love you."
"Love you, too." Tom hung up and Max put the phone away, un-muting the Intermission Report and listening to Mike Robitaille talk about how hard it was to score goals.
He snorted. "You smart, Mike. Real smart."
*
Max limped out of the kitchen with a soda and a new bowl, this time of chips. He turned the game up and sat down gingerly on the couch, tossing a chip in his mouth and pulling the tab to open the soda.
"Go Sabuhs," he mumbled through his mouthful. Thankfully no one was there to see him look like an idiot.
He shouted encouragement to his lover as Thomas tried the wrap-around again, but to no avail. He pouted as the shot was flicked away. Stupid Emery.
Twelve minutes left in the period and there was no score. Max laid his head on the back of the couch and sighed. He should be there, helping to end this winless streak.
Again he cursed the Winter Classic and the Penguins.
*
And then Pommer drilled one from the line! Tommy tipped it in and the second bowl of snack food was hurled halfway across the room. "YES!"
They were only down by one now! Max didn't care how much it would hurt. He was going to attack his lover the moment he came in the door.
A couple minutes later, Ryan drilled one directly into the net between Emery's legs. Max roared with approval.
They were tied! Tied at three with five minutes to go!
*
Max's throat was sore from all the yelling he was doing at the television. He wanted to be there so they could hear him!
Heatley'd scored with four minutes left. The Sabres were in trouble again.
Emery was holding onto everything they shot. The Sabres were in big trouble.
Max closed his eyes and sighed. They needed this one. Why the hell wasn't he there to shoot the winning goal?
*
Three minutes left and Alfredsson scored. What the hell were they going to do now?
*
One minute remaining and two goals to score. This game was over.
Max watched with despair, wanting to throw something. He couldn't even do anything!
*
The final buzzer went off and Max swore colorfully in Russian.
He ignored the two empty bowls and the snacks littering the floor as he stood up and went into the bathroom. He felt like a hot bath to soothe his injury and the helplessness he felt watching the horrendous game.
He had a half hour to kill until his Tommy was home, anyway.
*
Thomas walked in the house with drooping shoulders and dropped his dirty jersey into the hamper, stowing his gear in the closet by the door. "Max?"
There was no answer from his lover. He walked into the living room and sighed as he saw MSG still playing. Max had seen the abysmal end to the game.
He heard a low humming and water splashing from the bathroom and made his way over, slipping silently into the doorway.
He smiled. Max was splashing quietly in the tub, humming the melody to his favorite Russian band's newest single.
As he backed up out of the bathroom, Max stood, wincing as his groin pulled, and wrapped himself in a towel.
As if it wasn't torture enough for Tommy to see Max totally and completely naked, Max wrapped the towel around his waist, just below his bellybutton, while water ran down his flawless chest and abdomen.
Tommy licked his lips, wanting to catch every single drop before it reached that towel.
Max came toward him, grabbing at his towel as it slipped and Tom had absolutely no willpower anymore. He followed his instincts, stepping out of the shadow of the living room into the bathroom's overhead light and pulling Max into his arms. He bent his head to catch Max's lips with his, swallowing his Russian lover's gasp.
He felt like the hero in a romance novel as he gently swung Max into his arms and carried him into their bedroom. Max wrapped his arms around Tom's neck and kissed back, only breaking apart when Tom lightly dropped him on the bed. Max whimpered, clutching himself and shaking a little. "Hurts, Tommy."
Tom pulled his lip between his teeth. Want for his lover warred in his head with concern for Max's well-being. The concern won out and he sat next to Max, pulling him to a sitting position and setting him comfortably on the bed so his groin wasn't moved. "I know, Max. I'm sorry, babe." He kissed Max sweetly on the lips.
Max deepened the kiss again, winding his arms around Tommy's neck again and parting his lips so their tongues could twine. "Mmm," he moaned against Tom's mouth and Tom felt himself fully harden.
He pushed against Max's thigh, rubbing his length along the naked flesh as Max slowly fell to the pillows, pulling Tom on top of him. Tommy made sure to keep himself away from Max's groin, though. He would rather die than hurt him.
"Baby..." Max murmured as he let go of Tommy's lips. Tom felt Max's body tense and looked down to see an impressive erection standing proud from his groin. He stroked one finger along the tip, listening to Max's breath hitch with a smile.
"Would it hurt if I touched you 'til you came, Maxi?"
Max arched his back until his hips came off the bed, searching for that hand again. Tom laughed, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and squeezing. Max moaned.
Well, Tommy had his answer. Wetting his palm with his tongue, he wrapped his hand around Max's erection and pulled and stroked, kissing Max while the other man gasped and moaned into his mouth. Max whispered his name over and over like a mantra when he came, spurting over Tom's fist and his clenching abdomen muscles.
Tom felt an urge to turn his still come-soaked hand to his own length and stroke, but before he could, Max was ripping open his pants and swallowing him to the root. Tom bucked, moaning. If there was anything Max knew how to do with his mouth better than kiss, it was blow. Max's mouth was magic when wrapped around him.
Now was no different. As Max worked his tongue around the veins and ridges of Tom's prick, he felt himself quickly draw close to the edge. Max hummed the tune he'd been before and Tom's hips came off the bed as he shot into Max's waiting mouth with a throaty groan.
Max sat up and kissed him. He smirked smugly at the taste of himself in Max's mouth. It was kind of like he was marking his territory by coming down Max's throat, and though it was a very bitter, salty taste he'd never brought himself to enjoy, he loved tasting it in his lover's mouth. Max was never his more than when he was licking his come off his lips.
"Taste yum as always," Max muttered between kisses, brushing his fingers over his chin to make sure he didn't miss any.
"Thanks, Max," Tom said with a chuckle. "Groin okay?"
Max giggled, nuzzling Tom's shoulder with his head. "You make me feel just fine, Tommy. I love you."
Tommy laid down next to him, pulling Max into his arms and stripping off his shirt to wipe his lover clean. "I love you, too, Maxi, baby, now sleep. You've got to rest that injury. We're gonna need you on Sunday."
Max kissed Tom's cheek and snuggled up to him, letting Tom pull the covers over him as his blue eyes closed and he drifted further out of consciousness. "Okay," he said through a yawn just before he was totally asleep.
Tom smiled, laying his head down on the pillow to just watch his Max sleep until he fell asleep.
***
So my beta,
shirlz08, says my stories are getting a bit boring and repetitive...what do you guys think? Hm?
I promise no backlash no matter what you say. Leave me some review, whether it be love or offering me some con crit! :)
Author:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sweet, innocent Maxim Afinogenov and his rugged, sexy lover, Thomas Vanek. ;)
Disclaimer: 68% of the NHL is gay. That basically means this is more likely than unlikely. However, I don't know if it did happen or not. I'm just working with my sordid fantasies and the talent of a practiced storyteller. ;)
AN: This takes place during/after the game last night, 1/4/08. Max was out with a groin injury, the poor love. :(
Max relaxed into his armchair in front of the game, grimacing as his groin twinged. Stupid Winter Classic. Stupid Penguins. He'd wanted to play tonight.
*
Thomas whirled around the net and flicked the puck perfectly for Ales to score. Max cheered, throwing his hands up and in the process heaving a bowl of popcorn halfway across the room. He paid no attention to the popcorn, applauding his lover's successful attempt to jumpstart the team.
"Go, Tommy!" He yelled at the screen.
The next shot slammed directly into Thomas's face, knocking him to the ice. Max stood up, crying out as his injury pained him. "Tommy!"
When Thomas got up, Max dropped back to the couch, sighing with relief. He was alright. "God, that looked to hurt..." Max muttered, wishing he was there to make sure his baby was okay.
*
Max felt like he was sitting on a box of thumbtacks with the points turned out. He'd never realized how very dangerous the game of hockey was until now, when he was watching guys crush his lover into the boards and check him so hard he collapsed on the ice and not able to do anything about it.
*
The second period ended with his team still down. Max grinned despite the score, pulling out his cell and waiting for the call he knew would come.
Ring. Right on time.
"Hi?"
"Hey, Maxi..." It was his Tommy, of course. Max smiled, melting into the couch at the sound of his lover's voice.
"Hi, Tommy. Team not doing so good."
He could hear Tommy's wince. "Yeah, that's an understatement, babe. So you're watching the game?"
"Yes. You get hurt a lot." Tommy must have heard the worry in his voice.
"I know, Max, but you know how it is. It's part of the game and you don't have to worry about it. I can hold my own on the ice."
"I know, but..." Max bit his lip. It was worrying, no matter what Tom said.
"Shh, baby, shh. Are you doing alright? Your groin okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
""Good, good. I'll be coming home to you soon, okay?"
Max grinned, nodding. "Yes, okay. I wait for you."
Tommy blew him a kiss through the phone. "Lindy's calling us in for a talk, alright? I'll see you soon, Max."
Max blew one back. "Okay, Tommy. Love you."
"Love you, too." Tom hung up and Max put the phone away, un-muting the Intermission Report and listening to Mike Robitaille talk about how hard it was to score goals.
He snorted. "You smart, Mike. Real smart."
*
Max limped out of the kitchen with a soda and a new bowl, this time of chips. He turned the game up and sat down gingerly on the couch, tossing a chip in his mouth and pulling the tab to open the soda.
"Go Sabuhs," he mumbled through his mouthful. Thankfully no one was there to see him look like an idiot.
He shouted encouragement to his lover as Thomas tried the wrap-around again, but to no avail. He pouted as the shot was flicked away. Stupid Emery.
Twelve minutes left in the period and there was no score. Max laid his head on the back of the couch and sighed. He should be there, helping to end this winless streak.
Again he cursed the Winter Classic and the Penguins.
*
And then Pommer drilled one from the line! Tommy tipped it in and the second bowl of snack food was hurled halfway across the room. "YES!"
They were only down by one now! Max didn't care how much it would hurt. He was going to attack his lover the moment he came in the door.
A couple minutes later, Ryan drilled one directly into the net between Emery's legs. Max roared with approval.
They were tied! Tied at three with five minutes to go!
*
Max's throat was sore from all the yelling he was doing at the television. He wanted to be there so they could hear him!
Heatley'd scored with four minutes left. The Sabres were in trouble again.
Emery was holding onto everything they shot. The Sabres were in big trouble.
Max closed his eyes and sighed. They needed this one. Why the hell wasn't he there to shoot the winning goal?
*
Three minutes left and Alfredsson scored. What the hell were they going to do now?
*
One minute remaining and two goals to score. This game was over.
Max watched with despair, wanting to throw something. He couldn't even do anything!
*
The final buzzer went off and Max swore colorfully in Russian.
He ignored the two empty bowls and the snacks littering the floor as he stood up and went into the bathroom. He felt like a hot bath to soothe his injury and the helplessness he felt watching the horrendous game.
He had a half hour to kill until his Tommy was home, anyway.
*
Thomas walked in the house with drooping shoulders and dropped his dirty jersey into the hamper, stowing his gear in the closet by the door. "Max?"
There was no answer from his lover. He walked into the living room and sighed as he saw MSG still playing. Max had seen the abysmal end to the game.
He heard a low humming and water splashing from the bathroom and made his way over, slipping silently into the doorway.
He smiled. Max was splashing quietly in the tub, humming the melody to his favorite Russian band's newest single.
As he backed up out of the bathroom, Max stood, wincing as his groin pulled, and wrapped himself in a towel.
As if it wasn't torture enough for Tommy to see Max totally and completely naked, Max wrapped the towel around his waist, just below his bellybutton, while water ran down his flawless chest and abdomen.
Tommy licked his lips, wanting to catch every single drop before it reached that towel.
Max came toward him, grabbing at his towel as it slipped and Tom had absolutely no willpower anymore. He followed his instincts, stepping out of the shadow of the living room into the bathroom's overhead light and pulling Max into his arms. He bent his head to catch Max's lips with his, swallowing his Russian lover's gasp.
He felt like the hero in a romance novel as he gently swung Max into his arms and carried him into their bedroom. Max wrapped his arms around Tom's neck and kissed back, only breaking apart when Tom lightly dropped him on the bed. Max whimpered, clutching himself and shaking a little. "Hurts, Tommy."
Tom pulled his lip between his teeth. Want for his lover warred in his head with concern for Max's well-being. The concern won out and he sat next to Max, pulling him to a sitting position and setting him comfortably on the bed so his groin wasn't moved. "I know, Max. I'm sorry, babe." He kissed Max sweetly on the lips.
Max deepened the kiss again, winding his arms around Tommy's neck again and parting his lips so their tongues could twine. "Mmm," he moaned against Tom's mouth and Tom felt himself fully harden.
He pushed against Max's thigh, rubbing his length along the naked flesh as Max slowly fell to the pillows, pulling Tom on top of him. Tommy made sure to keep himself away from Max's groin, though. He would rather die than hurt him.
"Baby..." Max murmured as he let go of Tommy's lips. Tom felt Max's body tense and looked down to see an impressive erection standing proud from his groin. He stroked one finger along the tip, listening to Max's breath hitch with a smile.
"Would it hurt if I touched you 'til you came, Maxi?"
Max arched his back until his hips came off the bed, searching for that hand again. Tom laughed, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and squeezing. Max moaned.
Well, Tommy had his answer. Wetting his palm with his tongue, he wrapped his hand around Max's erection and pulled and stroked, kissing Max while the other man gasped and moaned into his mouth. Max whispered his name over and over like a mantra when he came, spurting over Tom's fist and his clenching abdomen muscles.
Tom felt an urge to turn his still come-soaked hand to his own length and stroke, but before he could, Max was ripping open his pants and swallowing him to the root. Tom bucked, moaning. If there was anything Max knew how to do with his mouth better than kiss, it was blow. Max's mouth was magic when wrapped around him.
Now was no different. As Max worked his tongue around the veins and ridges of Tom's prick, he felt himself quickly draw close to the edge. Max hummed the tune he'd been before and Tom's hips came off the bed as he shot into Max's waiting mouth with a throaty groan.
Max sat up and kissed him. He smirked smugly at the taste of himself in Max's mouth. It was kind of like he was marking his territory by coming down Max's throat, and though it was a very bitter, salty taste he'd never brought himself to enjoy, he loved tasting it in his lover's mouth. Max was never his more than when he was licking his come off his lips.
"Taste yum as always," Max muttered between kisses, brushing his fingers over his chin to make sure he didn't miss any.
"Thanks, Max," Tom said with a chuckle. "Groin okay?"
Max giggled, nuzzling Tom's shoulder with his head. "You make me feel just fine, Tommy. I love you."
Tommy laid down next to him, pulling Max into his arms and stripping off his shirt to wipe his lover clean. "I love you, too, Maxi, baby, now sleep. You've got to rest that injury. We're gonna need you on Sunday."
Max kissed Tom's cheek and snuggled up to him, letting Tom pull the covers over him as his blue eyes closed and he drifted further out of consciousness. "Okay," he said through a yawn just before he was totally asleep.
Tom smiled, laying his head down on the pillow to just watch his Max sleep until he fell asleep.
***
So my beta,
shirlz08, says my stories are getting a bit boring and repetitive...what do you guys think? Hm?
I promise no backlash no matter what you say. Leave me some review, whether it be love or offering me some con crit! :)