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Chemistry, they’d said.
“You and Jochen have amazing chemistry,” the newsman had said to you. I’d watched it from behind a corner, and your discomfort had intrigued me.
You had rubbed your neck and quickly diverted the conversation to Danny, playing off of the emotions that brought out to change the subject from our so-called “chemistry.”
But you’ve failed to change the subject in my mind, Jay.
Matter of fact, taking slaps on the back while I pull my black shirt over my head and try to keep my eyes away from where you’re bending over to tie your shoes in those delectably tight All-American blue jeans is only increasing my desire to find out just what everyone else sees between us.
They say the same thing between Maxim and Thomas and we all know what happens when that chemistry happens off ice.
I mean, it’s not like it’s going to disappear magically once we’re away from the rink, right?
So do we really have that chemistry they’re talking about?
God Jay, your ass is perfection. I hope they’re right.
*
We just might, because no one else I know would know me well enough to stay behind and ask me what’s up.
“You’re off, Joch…what’s going on?” Your eyes are gorgeous with that concern swirling in their depths.
“Nothing Jay. Don’t worry about it.”
More proof of our chemistry-you know I’m lying. You’re frowning and kicking off your shoes, preparing for the tussle about to come from you prying.
“Come on Jochen, it’s me. You know I know you better than that.”
Oh, but Jay, that’s the problem. You do, and I’m just a little too curious to find out just how well we know each other.
Nervousness has my skin prickling, my body tensing, and I stare you down until you must look away, muttering, “Seriously, Jay, back off.”
You’ve never been one to back down, though, and tonight-with me-is no different. “No Jochen. We’re friends and I want to know what’s got you so messed up.”
I sigh and shake my head, sitting down on the floor to tie my shoes so I can get away from you. Trust me, any other time, you’d have me pouring out my soul Jay, but I can’t tell you this time.
I’ve got one shoe tied and am turning to grab the other’s laces when a groan and a thud make me look up.
Jesus Jay, your clear blue eyes are even more beautiful up close, swirling with annoyance and worry or not. I almost kiss you right then, yanking away at the last second, but you’ve seen the desire on my face, the wonderlust in my eyes, and your reaction is different than I’d expect.
Rather than yelling at me, punching my face and calling me any of hundreds of awful names I can think of, you move your hand so you drop from a squat to your knees and pull at my shirt until our lips meet.
You taste different than I thought you would, but a good different, Jay, don’t worry. That’s just your lips though. Once you, oddly enough, you poke your tongue through my lips so it’ll run straight into mine, I can really taste you, and Jay, babe, you’re not half bad.
You’re not whole bad either. Not at all.
Your eyes are closed when I open mine and you’re breathing hard through your nose as our lips finally part.
Guess they were right, but I think I just might need another taste to know for sure.
This time I’m the one grabbing your shirt and I go one step further, laying back and dragging you atop my chest as I lick over your lips again until you let me in.
You’re rather feisty, Jay, even if you don’t realize it. Your hands are sliding under my shirt and trying to push it up before mine even come close to doing the same, and you pull your lips away so you can push it away almost without my permission.
I guess you took the consent in my eyes as permission enough.
But I think you’re on to something. Before you can come back to kissing me, I grab the edge of your shirt and pull it over your head, tossing it to the floor somewhere to the left of us. I tangle my fingers in your short, curly hair as I kiss you again.
Your muscles ripple as you breathe in sharply when I dance my fingertips over the patch of skin just above your waistband.
“Jochen…um… should we maybe talk about this?” You try to stall when we separate again.
Oh Jay. You’re so cute. I run my fingernails lightly over your scalp and you moan.
Make that hot. You’re so hot.
“No more talking,” I hiss, picking you up so your legs are wrapped round my waist and walking forward until your back is crushed to the wall.
You groan as we touch below our waists, biting on my shoulder as I shift so you’re more stable on my hip and in the process, grind against you a little.
My breath hitches as your fingers drop to the button on my jeans, and I still them there, shaking my head.
I let you down and back away, holding out one hand for you to take.
You place your hand in mine and I drag you off to the showers.
It’s time to really test that so-called chemistry.
***
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“You and Jochen have amazing chemistry,” the newsman had said to you. I’d watched it from behind a corner, and your discomfort had intrigued me.
You had rubbed your neck and quickly diverted the conversation to Danny, playing off of the emotions that brought out to change the subject from our so-called “chemistry.”
But you’ve failed to change the subject in my mind, Jay.
Matter of fact, taking slaps on the back while I pull my black shirt over my head and try to keep my eyes away from where you’re bending over to tie your shoes in those delectably tight All-American blue jeans is only increasing my desire to find out just what everyone else sees between us.
They say the same thing between Maxim and Thomas and we all know what happens when that chemistry happens off ice.
I mean, it’s not like it’s going to disappear magically once we’re away from the rink, right?
So do we really have that chemistry they’re talking about?
God Jay, your ass is perfection. I hope they’re right.
*
We just might, because no one else I know would know me well enough to stay behind and ask me what’s up.
“You’re off, Joch…what’s going on?” Your eyes are gorgeous with that concern swirling in their depths.
“Nothing Jay. Don’t worry about it.”
More proof of our chemistry-you know I’m lying. You’re frowning and kicking off your shoes, preparing for the tussle about to come from you prying.
“Come on Jochen, it’s me. You know I know you better than that.”
Oh, but Jay, that’s the problem. You do, and I’m just a little too curious to find out just how well we know each other.
Nervousness has my skin prickling, my body tensing, and I stare you down until you must look away, muttering, “Seriously, Jay, back off.”
You’ve never been one to back down, though, and tonight-with me-is no different. “No Jochen. We’re friends and I want to know what’s got you so messed up.”
I sigh and shake my head, sitting down on the floor to tie my shoes so I can get away from you. Trust me, any other time, you’d have me pouring out my soul Jay, but I can’t tell you this time.
I’ve got one shoe tied and am turning to grab the other’s laces when a groan and a thud make me look up.
Jesus Jay, your clear blue eyes are even more beautiful up close, swirling with annoyance and worry or not. I almost kiss you right then, yanking away at the last second, but you’ve seen the desire on my face, the wonderlust in my eyes, and your reaction is different than I’d expect.
Rather than yelling at me, punching my face and calling me any of hundreds of awful names I can think of, you move your hand so you drop from a squat to your knees and pull at my shirt until our lips meet.
You taste different than I thought you would, but a good different, Jay, don’t worry. That’s just your lips though. Once you, oddly enough, you poke your tongue through my lips so it’ll run straight into mine, I can really taste you, and Jay, babe, you’re not half bad.
You’re not whole bad either. Not at all.
Your eyes are closed when I open mine and you’re breathing hard through your nose as our lips finally part.
Guess they were right, but I think I just might need another taste to know for sure.
This time I’m the one grabbing your shirt and I go one step further, laying back and dragging you atop my chest as I lick over your lips again until you let me in.
You’re rather feisty, Jay, even if you don’t realize it. Your hands are sliding under my shirt and trying to push it up before mine even come close to doing the same, and you pull your lips away so you can push it away almost without my permission.
I guess you took the consent in my eyes as permission enough.
But I think you’re on to something. Before you can come back to kissing me, I grab the edge of your shirt and pull it over your head, tossing it to the floor somewhere to the left of us. I tangle my fingers in your short, curly hair as I kiss you again.
Your muscles ripple as you breathe in sharply when I dance my fingertips over the patch of skin just above your waistband.
“Jochen…um… should we maybe talk about this?” You try to stall when we separate again.
Oh Jay. You’re so cute. I run my fingernails lightly over your scalp and you moan.
Make that hot. You’re so hot.
“No more talking,” I hiss, picking you up so your legs are wrapped round my waist and walking forward until your back is crushed to the wall.
You groan as we touch below our waists, biting on my shoulder as I shift so you’re more stable on my hip and in the process, grind against you a little.
My breath hitches as your fingers drop to the button on my jeans, and I still them there, shaking my head.
I let you down and back away, holding out one hand for you to take.
You place your hand in mine and I drag you off to the showers.
It’s time to really test that so-called chemistry.
***
So this may or may not have another part. That depends on you, darlings! Leave me some love and I'll see what I can do ;)