Keep Me Close Chapter XVI - PART II

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Team: San Jose Sharks
Pairing: Joe Thornton/Evgeni Nabokov
Rating: NC-17

Summary: Not all in San Jose is sunny as the path to the Stanley Cup proves to be as difficult as ever; falling in love might be the simplest task on this year’s agenda.

Editor: Sherlockelly. WOMAN this would not be up if it wasn’t for you. Everything you’ve done has been wonderful and I hope that we shall have many more chapters together to come ;) This chapter is for you!

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Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI | Chapter VII | Chapter VIII | Chapter IX | Chapter X | Chapter XI | Chapter XII | Chapter XIII | Chapter XIV | Chapter XVI



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Chapter XVI continued. READ THIS SECOND

“Evgeni…” the name rolled over his tongue like wine, hot and sweet and smooth like silk. “Tonight… I’m yours.”

Joe lifted his hold from Evgeni’s wrist, and placed his hands back on the smooth plane of the shoulder blades. They met in another kiss; one that was confident and reassuring. One that sent Joe’s mind reeling.

The button was undone at the top of Joe’s pants, and he lifted his hips off the mattress to help Evgeni slip them off. The denim made it all the way down to Joe’s calves before Evgeni huffed with frustration and gave up. He slunk with the grace of a cat up Joe’s body, his eyes lingering hungrily at the bulge of Joe’s member under his boxers when he crawled over it.

Soon they were chest to chest once more, and Joe plucked at the bunched material of Evgeni’s shirt, which was still wrapped around him, under his arms. They worked together to slip the shirt over his head slowly, and the fabric peeled away from his skin with a gratifying hiss.

Joe threw the material to the side in a heap on the floor. Now only skin and bones separated their rapidly pounding hearts. With every beat, more blood was forced into Joe’s cock, and the more forgiving cotton of his boxers darkened as precum beaded from his slit and rolled down his thick shaft.

His hands glided down over the expanse of creamy skin, marred in certain places with angry scratches or teeth marks. The thought made Joe wince, but Evgeni knew how to kiss the memories away.

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He swept his hands over the base of Evgeni’s spine, and his fingers traced the incline of the supple ass. Joe chuckled at Evgeni’s moan when he slipped his hands below the waistline of the Russian’s jeans.

Evgeni whined long and loud, while pushing his hips back into the touch. The plump, round flesh burned Joe’s palms, even though a thin layer of underwear still divided them. Slick chests bumped together before Evgeni gasped in air for his neglected lungs and let his head fall limply into the crook of Joe’s curved neck.

Each of Evgeni’s arms shook as they were planted on either side of Joe’s head, but his ass remained wriggling high in the air, propped up with his knees. Quiet pants mixed with incomprehensible Russian words danced over Joe’s skin, and the goosebumps spread from his neck all the way down to his toes.

“Ngh… d-da!” Evgeni grunted into Joe’s ear when he dug his fingers into the mound of flesh.

Joe tilted his head towards the face tucked under his chin. He took pleasure in soaking in the moan Evgeni squeaked out when the legs gave way under his hands, allowing him to grind their hips together.

“A-ah! What… what do you want me to do?” he breathed huskily into Evgeni’s hair, his words catching in his chest when their erections finally brushed together.

They stopped again. Joe, with his hands still in Evgeni’s pants, stroked his thumbs soothingly over the cotton that separated them. Evgeni was sprawled on top, his hips swaying side to side rhythmically, almost as an afterthought.

Silence caved in around them. From outside, the hum of the street’s neon lights could be heard. Inside, Joe and Evgeni were cocooned from everything, their only attachment to reality was the other man’s body tangled up with his own. Their breathing fell in sync, and Joe felt a swell of heat rise in his chest and warm his heart.

Evgeni’s voice broke the nearly solidified quiet and he lifted his head to look Joe in the eye. “I whant… I whant you to help me, to know that I can ghet through this. I whant… oh god-” he looked away and shivered against Joe’s body. “I whant to not lhook at myself with disgust. I whant you to make me fheel beautiful.”

Joe gnawed on the inside of his cheek to ease away the tears, and nuzzled his nose into the wild clumps of hair. His heart broke for his friend- ‘is that what we are?’- and he breathed in the scent that was so much like the rush of hockey that it was frightening.

“I can do that,” he reassured, his shaky voice swirling in the stagnant air around them.

Biting his lip, Evgeni nodded slowly. “S-spasiba.”

Joe did not know what was uttered from Evgeni’s mouth, but then the man peeled himself away from his prone position and fingered the band of Joe’s underwear. Joe knew an invitation to continue when he saw one.

Outlining the groove of the ass longingly, Joe sighed and nodded. He slipped his hands from the warm, encompassing denim, and let his fingers trail upon the flushed skin stretched over sharp bones. He came to the flat stomach and graced his thumbs through the dusting of hair that disappeared under the line of Evgeni’s jeans.

Moaning at the touch, Evgeni jerked forward, and their heat brushed together again, shooting dizzying waves of pleasure up Joe’s spine. Fingers hooked around the elastic of his underwear, just below his hips, and Evgeni’s nails scratched into Joe’s trembling flesh when he pulled the material down.

Joe fumbled with the clasp of Evgeni’s jeans; first the button, then the zipper. Cool metal chilled Joe’s skin when he held the tab between his thumb and forefinger loosely.

Evgeni slipped the boxers past Joe’s copper curls, the fabric pulling at the base of his swollen member from where it was caught.

Not one known for his patience, Joe tugged at the zipper of Evgeni’s jeans, undoing it with a jerk of his wrist. He snuck his thumbs under the waistband of Evgeni’s underwear and yanked the material down the athletic thighs, sturdy after years of hockey. It was hard and slick much like the cock, which stood at attention between them, curled toward Evgeni’s quivering abdominal muscles.

Joe had seen plenty of dicks before; hockey was his profession after all, and team showers were just part of the daily regimen. Hell, he had seen Evgeni’s dick many times before. Just never like this, never so vulnerable. And he had never wanted to touch it before.

He swallowed thickly, from nervousness or arousal, he was not quite sure. Which ever it was, it burned in his belly and Joe could not bring himself to look away.

Evgeni’s flush traveled all the way down his body it seemed, from his cheeks to his neck, his chest and his shoulders. And the head of his swollen cock was a vibrant rosy pink as well; his sweat and precum making it glisten in anticipation. The foreskin was pushed back, and stretched over the shaft, looking as soft as velvet.

Joe winced when his balls tightened at the thought of discovering if Evgeni’s cock was as smooth as it looked.

It bobbed so close to Joe’s face, the musky smell a whole new side of the game that Joe had never played before. His mouth watered and his hips bucked against the legs straddling him. The game was different, but he would be lying if he said he did not like it.

He was suddenly very aware of how exactly hard he was, and how Evgeni stopped moving, as his underwear still strapped him ruthlessly down. One last pull and he would be free. How delicious the word sounded in his head.

Free from the restricting fabric. Free to feel the rush of cool air hit his boiling flesh and sink deep into his pores, building up in him until it shot out of him in white ribbons. Free to be touched, heated skin rubbing against heated skin, grinding hard, and having the marvelous friction swallow him.

Joe knew that Evgeni was in control, but the man was going to make him pass out if he was not relieved of the pressure on his cock soon.

As if Joe had spoken out loud, Evgeni began to move. Although, Joe’s mind was so lost in its state of arousal, that he could have quite easily begged at the top of his lungs and not have realized it.

Evgeni’s hands drifted lower, the pace agonizingly slow. His touch tickled over Joe’s skin, trails of fire following their path. Finally, when Joe thought he was unable to endure anymore torture, his underwear stretched to their limit, and his throbbing erection sprung gloriously free from its bindings.

Stars flashed before his eyes and he was caught in a daze, vaguely noting that Evgeni pulled his boxers down below his knees to join his pants. He shook his head, but everything was going by so fast. The walls rushed in to surround him and everything felt so close, and he could feel every last nerve in his body explode from the delight of being caressed everywhere. Inside and out, Joe could feel everything crackle with life.

God, he could lay like this forever, suspended eternally in nirvana.

He felt a tug at his hands and he followed obediently. The rough detail of denim scraped over his fingertips, and Joe cracked open his eyes in confusion.

Evgeni was sharply in focus. Every bead of sweat shone as they followed the contours of his flesh. The hairs prickled from all of the pores that covered his body. And each quiver of his cock as his fluttering heartbeat pounded in the fat vein on the underside of the curled shaft.

Joe glanced down to see that Evgeni was guiding their hands to his jeans, and pushing them down off his thighs. Leaving the man’s hold, Joe grasped the clothing in both fists and removed them from the body.

Evgeni kicked off his shoes and they fell to the floor with a dulled thud one after the other. He bent his left leg forward, slipping it out from the pants and setting his knee carefully back onto the mattress beside Joe’s hip. The other leg followed suit and then pushed the jeans of the bed with its foot.

Joe’s eyes traveled over the weary body, its wounds like gashes on the marble skin. He lifted a heavy hand and traced a particularly inflamed mark, starting from right next the naval, for its ending was somewhere hidden in the golden curls between Evgeni’s legs. Following the path with his fingers, he continued downward, even when he lost track of the scratch. The course hairs untangled when his combed through them.

Evgeni’s member was so incredibly hot when the outside of Joe’s thumb outlined the base. Just one flick of his wrist, and he would be able to weigh the flesh in the flat of his palm. His fingers twitched, and his eyes locked on the flushed, naked body before him.

Evgeni’s hand gripped Joe’s wrist before he could even feel if the shaft was as velvety as he thought it to be. Joe growled and looked up with a slight air of irritation.

Rubbing a circle into Joe’s racing pulse; Evgeni pulled the hand away from his crotch. Joe scowled briefly and propped himself onto his unbound elbow to stay with the other’s movements. How was he supposed to help if they were both naked and horny, but not allowed to get them off?

Joe’s hand was brought to Evgeni’s mouth, and without deliberation, he parted his lips and stuck Joe’s fingers into the open orifice. Oh… Joe gulped down a groan. So that was how.

His chest shook when he inhaled, a blush forming on his cheeks and tweaking his untouched cock. His gaze was transfixed on the mouth that consumed his digits merely seconds ago. His mind fogged as he watched; Evgeni could keep the fingers if he kept on doing what he was doing.

Every flick of his tongue might have well been a jerk to his dick, as he whimpered and writhed in very nearly the same way.

Once again, Joe’s brain melted as he allowed what he was feeling to take over his body, though it was not hard to accomplish in the first place. Evgeni pushed Joe’s pinky out with a precise shove of his tongue, choosing instead to take the three longer fingers in deeper.

The muscle flattened, pushing up into the underside of Joe’s hand, flexing and relaxing and flexing again. It danced erratically, and Evgeni’s jaw worked with each twist and lick he provided.

Joe could feel the saliva soak into his bones and coat his skin with a shiny layer of hot, sticky wetness. In the valley between his forefinger and middle finger, a trail of saliva escaped Evgeni’s mouth and curved down Joe’s hand. It tickled the hair on his arm before it became too heavy and dripped from his skin, landing on his heated belly. Joe was so hot and flustered; he could actually believe that the spit evaporated on his flesh.

Evgeni’s tongue curled, and Joe’s middle finger was cupped by the slick muscle; he tried to wiggle it, but it was trapped, sucked in and unable to break free. Joe licked his lips hungrily at the sight of Evgeni’s pink cheeks hollowing as the man wet his spoiled fingers. Dear god that tongue would be the death of him.

An indignant whimper left Joe’s lips when he felt a familiar tug in his belly. Was he really about to come? That would have been downright embarrassing, if not humiliating, as his cock had yet to be touched in the slightest. The friction from Joe’s boxers was more gratifying than what either man was giving to it now.

But then Evgeni removed the drenched fingers from his mouth. The puffy, red lips managed to seize his attention once more. Joe tugged his arm back, as if he was testing the man’s grip, but Evgeni held fast, a dark look shadowing over his eyes.

Furrowing his brow, Joe watched their combined slow movements as Evgeni took his wrist and pulled it to his whim again. They drifted lower over Evgeni’s body, and Joe could feel the desire burning from Evgeni’s cock, just as it was from his own.

Evgeni guided their hands between his strong legs, and Joe’s eyes widened when his fingers brushed over the tight hole behind Evgeni’s balls.

Now they were getting somewhere… but now they were on the verge of changing their lives for the better, or for the worse. One more push and they could never go back.

Joe stilled and remembered what Evgeni had told him; that he did not want to go back. Looking into the pleading eyes, and then down his own arm that led to the hand placed just before Evgeni’s entrance, Joe sighed. He knew he did not want to go back either, and Evgeni let go of Joe’s hand when he nodded firmly.

He licked his lips and pushed the tip of his finger through the tense ring of muscle. The finger slid in effortlessly up to the first knuckle, thanks to Evgeni’s saliva coating his digit. The thought of Evgeni’s own spit loosening his hole sent a shudder through Joe’s entire body, his bones shaking from the impact.

Evgeni, unaware of Joe’s wandering thoughts, widened his stance, dipping lower and curving forward, and rested his head on Joe’s quaking chest. Both men breathed heavily as Joe forced his forefinger in deeper. He reached his second knuckle, and the easy movements ceased as the knob refused to fit through. Grimacing, Joe knew what was about to come, but Evgeni made no protest, so he pushed a little harder.

Joe Thornton is not one of the better known players in the NHL for nothing. Joe is a big, well-built man, and as such, he has a tendency to undermine his own strength at times.

The knuckle was caught, so Joe pushed harder. The ring of muscle gave way to his force, and Joe’s finger jammed up Evgeni’s tight hole with little restraining force.

Joe cringed when Evgeni yelped and shifted uncomfortably around the finger shoved unceremoniously up his ass. Joe gritted his molars together and looped his free arm over Evgeni’s head to pet the hair soothingly.

“What… what am I supposed to do?” Joe whispered, fearful of jostling the hand inside Evgeni.

But the man shook his head into Joe’s bare shoulder. “Iya dhon’t know… make it nhot hurt.”

The ‘it’ could have meant many things, but Joe knew which ‘it’ he was implying.

He nodded and added a second finger, then a third, bit by bit feeling Evgeni’s constricted muscles relax around him. He twisted his wrist as he carefully began to pump his hand in and out of Evgeni’s lithe body. The Russian spewed another line of rapid words in his native tongue, and the husky whispers vibrated all the way down to Joe’s dick. They began to rock together, and Evgeni rode Joe’s three fingers deep inside him; he moaned when they rubbed a sensitive spot on the walls of his ass.

Joe took to clamping the other hand onto Evgeni’s shoulder and biting down on his bottom lip. The sounds Evgeni was making kept him hard, even though his cock was rewarded no attention.

He was lying on his back with his knees bent so that he could buck his hips at the same time his fingers were lost between the mounds of Evgeni’s firm cheeks. He was like this when Evgeni slowed his thrusts and reached between his legs to pull Joe’s fingers from his loosened hole. Joe’s groaned in frustration, his captured arm now cold, and he clawed feebly at the air.

But with his other hand, Evgeni stopped Joe’s noises of complaint when he wrapped his long fingers around Joe’s heavy cock.

Precum seeped from the head like water, and with one simple stroke, the entire length of Joe’s dick was smothered with the salty stuff. Joe cried and his eyes flickered closed as he pushed his hips off the creaking mattress for more pressure. He wanted to scream, for Evgeni’s hold was feather light.

He growled when Evgeni’s other hand steadied his flailing hips, and pulled his teasing fingers away all together. The blackness of the back of his eyelids did not stop the push of blood rushing to down to his groin; nothing seemed to stop it from crying for more. Evgeni’s fingernails grazed over Joe’s hip when he shifted on top of him, but the pain barely scratched the surface of his concentration when all he could think about was how painfully hard his cock felt.

But then it was as though Joe’s breath was stolen from his body. One moment, Joe’s anxiously waiting erection was as hard and forgotten as it had ever been. The next, the most wonderful explosion of heat surrounded his cock, from the head and all the way down to base where his copper curls nestled. He was surrounded by the blanket of fire, so scorching that it was cold, and it cooled him from the inside out. It felt like the ice was running through his veins.

He still was unable to breath, but Joe fought open his eyes anyway. His hazy vision cleared, but his breath did not return.

Evgeni was hunched over his own torso, sweat beading from his forehead and falling from his nose, chin, and his quivering bottom lip. His arms held him up, shaking as they did so, on each side of Joe’s waist. His stance was set low, his knees spread wide apart. Evgeni’s erection bobbed between his thighs, but Joe’s own weeping dick had disappeared.

Joe could only think of one word as he took in Evgeni impaled completely by his thick cock.

“Beautiful…”

Evgeni did not seem to have heard him, as he shook violently and clenched his insides around Joe. He felt every ripple as Evgeni shifted around to accommodate him, every muscle extend and contract. Joe’s eyes rolled into the back of his head briefly. Well now that was new.

His dick turned a vicious purple as it stayed buried deep in Evgeni’s heat. It traveled up his stomach, a blotchy red matting his skin all the way up to his ears. The amazing pressure was everywhere, and Joe finally managed to choke in a gasp of air.

The air reeked of sex, and the two men had not even done anything yet. He trained his eyes on Evgeni’s, searching for a signal to continue. Because dear god, he wanted to move. He wanted to slide his dick in and out of the tiny hole that felt too small to stretch around his entire girth. He wanted to feel the friction everywhere when he pounded as deep and hard as he could go, to know that his mind turned to something more wild, more primal. He wanted to scream when he came, and to ride his orgasm out, thrusting his hips in time with his pants.

But he did not. He waited, and searched Evgeni’s eyes as his hands came up to place themselves gently on Evgeni’s muscular thighs. He waited as the man shifted again, arching his back and widening his legs until they were as flat as they could be. Joe almost forgot the flexibility of a goaltender, but the twitch in his cock was eternally grateful. It was a wonderful sight to see Evgeni’s body twist like that.

Finally Evgeni hissed in a shaky breath, swiped at his bottom lip to lick away the bead of sweat that clung there, and nodded. A gruff “alright” breezed past his lips and he began to move.

Joe could feel the smooth breadth of Evgeni’s inner thighs tense as he picked himself off Joe’s long cock on leg power alone. Looking down to where their bodies were connected, Joe shivered at the sight of Evgeni’s ass skewered by his dick, before the man dropped down again. The fibers in his inner muscles giving way to the heat they surrounded.

Joe grunted and his head flopped back into the mattress. If he kept on looking he was going to come right there. So he kept his eyes bolted shut, feeling every tremor and every moan deep in his chest as Evgeni’s pace began to speed up.

The headboard bumped against the wall in a repetitive pattern, it would knock as soon as Evgeni began to lift himself off of Joe’s cock. Both men’s breathing grew uneven and desperate, the room filled with every moan and every hiss of pleasure. Evgeni dropped down again, and flexed the ring of his hole as he pulled up, building a pressure from the base of Joe’s cock and all the way up to the blushing head. He would almost pull away completely and Joe whimpered, but each time, the head was kept in Evgeni’s heat, and then the man would thrust back down again.

Screw wanting to buck his hips so that he could press his slit into the deepest and hottest part of the ass. And screw pounding into the hole with abandon.

Joe opened his eyes to see Evgeni during the throws of their passion. He wanted to see the pleasure, and he wanted to know he could make Evgeni feel it.

The man bouncing on his lap had his head arched up to the ceiling, and his spine curved towards Joe. He had moved his hands and held tightly onto each of Joe’s hipbones, his knuckles white and his fingernails burying themselves into the hot flesh. His cock was red and precum dripped, white and sticky, down to his balls, until Evgeni went down again and buried them in the nest of Joe’s pubic hair. Sweat glistened on his body, and flew from the strands of his hair when he swung his head upright.

Joe shifted under Evgeni’s dark stare, and curved his hips up when the man was pulling up from a particularly brutal drive. Evgeni’s eyes widened when he plunged back down, a strangled gasp passing easily through his wide open mouth.

SHIT. Joe quickly grabbed Evgeni’s hips and tried to shift back, but the man swatted the trembling hands away. Instead, he intertwined their fingers at his own hips and closed his eyes as he brought himself up and back down at the same angle. Every time he came down, his moans grew louder, and he lost a little more control, not of the sex, but of himself.

He shuddered and soon their pace had no pattern. It was needy and hot, their rocking bodies fitting against each other sinfully perfect. Joe smiled through his clenched teeth when a throaty moan ripped from Evgeni’s throat. The lean body tensed, and every muscle shone like a statues under the slick skin.

Evgeni’s cock twitched and Joe bucked his hips into the spot that made the man writhe in a hot, fumbling mess. Joe watched through hooded eyes when Evgeni opened his mouth wide in a silent scream, and ribbons of come shot from his trembling dick. It splattered on his stomach and clung to his hair. He continued riding Joe through his orgasm, and he gasped for air through his flared nostrils. Then he bit his bottom lip and glanced down through his lashes almost shyly.

The muscles around Joe’s pumping cock constricted wonderfully, touching him everywhere and pushing him in all the right places. But it was the look that did it.

Joe came with a whimpered moan into the bundle of heat of Evgeni’s body. He jerked his hips off the bed as his seed was punched out of him; he felt it dribble out from Evgeni’s cheeks and cake his skin. He kept his eyes open the whole time before he was spent, enraptured by the way Evgeni was looking at him and the way that his body shook from the aftershocks of their sex.

Evgeni really was beautiful; Joe just wished the man knew that.

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To be continued…

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So yes… There you go! I hope this turned out alright, I have not written stuff like this before *blushes* If there’s a good response, I’d enjoy to write more sometime in the future. Please tell me if this makes sense, or if it is going too fast! I’d like to know your opinions!