We Could've Had It All
Chapter 1 (NOT for children!)
Chapter 2 (NOT for children!)
Chapter 3 (NOT for children!)
Chapter 4 (NOT for children!)
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7 (NOT for children!)
Chapter 8
Chapter 9 (NOT for children!)
Dex will be the first to admit he’s been working a bit like a man possessed on the basement room. But since it’s spring break, it’s the only time that he has that mostly his own. Sure, he still has homework and an easy exercise routine and work to all do, but not having classes makes such a difference.
And he needs all the time he can get because the room has to be perfect for Whiskey.
Whiskey has had a rough few months, and Dex is determined to make the room so amazing that it will distract him from things for at least a little bit. Dex may not be able to give Whiskey the moon and everything in between, like he wants to, but he can do this.
So he had gotten the younger boy’s input when he got the supplies from his uncle (and aunt-Aunt Karen is dedicated to her garage sales and online postings and thrift stores, and she found them a great brand-new bed that Whiskey liked for less than a hundred dollars) and he had listened to his boyfriend’s suggestions for what would make the room better.
Dex demolished, drilled, hammered, cut, and framed the space; he traded five pies and twelve dozen cookies and car maintenance so his uncle’s electrician would come down and help run all the circuitry, as well as trading five cakes and six dozen raspberry macrons as well as an IOU to paint two decks for his uncle’s plumber to make sure everything was up to code. He sanded, primed, spackled, painted, and polished the space.
And finally, it’s almost ready. He needs to set up the furniture and get curtains for all of the windows-both the ones on the exterior wall and the ones on the interior wall to let in a little bit of light to the rest of the Haus basement-but once he gets those things done…
He sends his boyfriend a text about the newest milestones-the hanging of the barndoors and the installation of the main door-and starts sorting through the hardware so he can start putting up blinds and curtain rods. Once he gets that up, he can do some cleaning of the space. Despite the mats and blankets he’s got on the floor, there’s dust and dirt and gunk everywhere.
Dex makes more lists as he works. After he cleans everything, he’s going to assemble and make the bed-do not go into the gutter!-and he’s going to start moving some of the furniture from his dorm that won’t be making the trek back to Maine with him. It’s nothing fancy, but it will help make the space seem more homily.
He’s moved on to the second window when he hears the door open. He turns, and there’s Whiskey. His boyfriend looks at him, and-without breaking eye contact-deliberately reaches over and locks the door.
Oh.
“I don’t have the bed set up yet,” Dex protests, coming down from his ladder as the younger teen kicks off his shoes because Whiskey deserves a bed.
“I don’t care.”
“The floor is filthy.” His boyfriend definitely deserves better than current state of the floor.
“Then pin me against the wall.” The shorter player’s gaze is ravenous and full of intent as he stalks closer.
“The curtains aren’t up and-”
Whiskey kisses him, all heat and erotic passion. “Then fuck me in the closet or the bathroom or something,” he mumbles into Dex’s mouth as he begins to hastily unbutton the redhead's flannel. "I don't care. I need you, right now."
“So if I make a closet joke-”
This time, Whiskey's kiss is more teeth than it is lips.
Dex cedes and tries to steer them both towards the bathroom because there’s marginally more space there than in the closet and it is slightly cleaner than the rest of the place. It’s hard to stay focused, with Whiskey determinedly working on ripping off their clothing and Whiskey’s amazing mouth working its brain-melting magic, but he eventually gets them there.
Not a moment too soon, it turns out, as Whiskey yanks open the taller redhead's pants and shoves his hands under them.
“Love!” He protests, trying to shut the door behind them without yanking it off its track and turning on the lights.
“You said as soon as the walls were up and we had a door with a lock,” Whiskey almost gasps, pressing each word into Dex’s mouth, “that we could and I have waited and waited and waited, and now that we have those things, I am done waiting!”
Dex catches the back of his boyfriend’s head and takes control of the kiss, slowing it down. “I’m not-I just-you deserve the best,” he finally breathes out, “and I want you to have that.”
He feels more than anything else Whiskey lowering his walls to let Dex in. “I know,” he murmurs back. “But I don’t need all of that. I only need you. And I want you. Just you. Like we talked about on the way home from Maine.”
Dex’s body flushes at the memory and his blood lights up with anticipation. He had nearly driven off the road in embarrassed, aroused shock when Whiskey had abruptly announced ‘I want to have sex with you without a condom’, but he managed to keep control of his truck and they actually had a mature conversation about it. And now…
He swallows hard. “Okay.” He doesn’t know how he’s going to survive sex with nothing between them-heaven knows he’s barely surviving the mind-blowing pleasure now-but he won’t lie and say he hasn’t jerked off to the idea more times than is probably healthy since it was brought up.
He had to pull away when Whiskey tried to pull his jeans off before Dex got his boots off, but then they were both finally naked and their kisses took on a new level of urgency.
Fuck, Whiskey feel so amazing.
“Love, lube,” Dex mumbles before burying his teeth into the juncture of Whiskey’s neck.
The shorter teen arches up, whining before he manages to pull himself back and he ducks down to fumble with his discarded jeans. He shoves the lube at the redhead and immediately goes back to kissing the living daylight out of Dex. He hooks one of his legs over a freckled thigh and Dex feels his higher thought process sputter and drop as Whiskey’s glorious body aligns with his.
It takes all Dex has to stop his brain from plummeting to the floor and leaving him mindless with pleasure, but he manages to get the lube open and on his fingers without it going everywhere. He blindly drops the lube in the sink and vaguely hopes that the lid is on tight enough it won’t all leak down the drain, but he has more important things to think about right now.
Whiskey makes a thick, hungry sound as Dex slowly dips his fingers down to trace at the smaller boy’s entrance once he deems the lube warm enough. And-shit. Shit. SHIT. Dex didn’t realise how different it would be without a glove and FUCK, he’s going to come even faster than he did at their first time!
Whiskey eager pulls Dex’s finger inside and he pants madly into the smaller boy’s neck at the sweet, silky tightness that grips him. Dex doesn’t move for a moment, trying to calm down because he’d like to be inside before he embarrasses himself, but the younger teen is writhing against him, demanding more faster NOW.
Dex tries to ignore the hungry movements of his boyfriend and focuses on opening Whiskey up, but it’s easier said than done. It would be so simple to get lost in Whiskey’s wants and it would be incredible, but over very quickly. Not for the first time, the older teen reminds himself that he’d like to make things enjoyable for both parties involved, not just him.
“Dex,” Whiskey demands. “Now! I want you, now!”
“Yeah, okay.” Hands more unsteady than he would like them to be, Dex pulls his fingers out and wipes them on his thigh. He unhooks Whiskey’s leg and spins the shorter teen so he can brace himself against the edge of the sink; the redhead takes a deep, shuddering breath, and starts to push inside.
HOLY.
FUCK.
He didn’t know how much the condoms had deadened the sensation until that moment. It’s a new level of mind-blowing ecstasy that he didn’t even know was possible to achieve, and he would have died if they had done it this way the first time. In fact, he might be dead right now because holy FUCK.
Whiskey writhes against him. “Dex. Dex. Move. Please. I need you to move. I need you so much. You have to move-”
Dex makes the mistake of opening his eyes.
And shit. Shit. The mirror is right across from him and he can see how beautiful and turned on his boyfriend is, and fuck. Dex can’t-he’s not-he won’t-
Dex squeezes his eyes shut to keep from coming immediately, but his hips jerk up roughly without his permission.
Whiskey’s moan is so perfect and amazing that it goes beyond music.
Dex bites down, slams up a few times, and comes far too quickly.
He nearly sobs with overstimulation as the shorter teen keeps pressing back into him, clearly chasing his own pleasure. Clumsily, the redhead reaches down and curls his hand over the smaller one and tries to help dictate the rhythm.
He watches his boyfriend come a few moments later and shit, that’s hot.
Whiskey’s legs start shaking and Dex manages to guide them both down to first their knees, and then to the ground, Whiskey in his lap, sliding out in the process. Inelegantly, the redhead nuzzles into the sweaty curve of Whiskey’s neck. “Sorry,” he mutters, “I’m sorry I came so fast.”
The younger teen hums and his head lolls to the side, giving Dex more room. “Mm, ‘sokay. Kinda flattering.” He wriggles a little, causing Dex to draw a sharp breath. “Can feel you. I didn’t think about how…messy it would feel.” He squirms again. “’Sits weird.”
“I should…clean us up.” Dex really should. He should reach up and turn on the water and wash them off. Whiskey likes it when the tall defenceman thinks about these things. He should-
Whiskey shifts once more and something drips on to Dex’s thigh. He glances down.
Then-ignoring the soft questioning sound that his boyfriend makes-Dex gently pushes Whiskey forwards a bit, just enough that the younger teen is at an angle and he can see Whiskey’s entrance. Slowly, he runs two of his fingers around the stretched, wet hole. Some of the wetness is from the lube, but the rest is from Dex. He did this; he’s the first person who got to have Whiskey like this. Nobody else has; it’s something that only he’s had the honour of experiencing.
A little more oozes out and Dex swirls his fingers, catching it before carefully pushing it back into Whiskey. And Whiskey’s body is silky and hot and wet around his fingers, wet because of Dex. He’s the cause, he’s the one who has marked the shorter teen in such an intimate way, he’s made Whiskey his. He’s the only one who’s been allowed to and that’s such a wildly erotic thought that he can’t think straight.
Dex fucks his boyfriend again, right there on the floor, the possessive side he tries so hard to keep under control overwhelming his common sense and taking the wheel. Whiskey makes soft, broken noises of arousal as he braces one hand against the edge of the sink and other on Dex’s shoulder as the redhead wraps his hand around him and buries his teeth in the shorter teen’s skin. He’ll embarrass the older teen later when he flaunts the lines of bruises on his neck and shoulders, but Dex isn’t thinking that far into the future right now. What matters is that Whiskey is exquisite and slick and moaning and Dex’s.
This time, it’s Whiskey who comes quickly, crying out his release and setting Dex off. And fuck. He had thought the first orgasm-speedy as it was-had been intense, but this one…
FUCK.
He’s panting into Whiskey’s soft skin as he slowly becomes aware of things again. Whiskey is heavy and limp in his lap, but the younger teen’s head is clumsily nudging against Dex’s as he asks for a kiss wordlessly. It lacks the normal finesse, but it’s warm and sweet and happy.
It takes Dex twice as long to clean them up and get them dressed and out of the bathroom, but when he wraps his hoodie around the smaller chestnut-haired teen, Connor smiles up at him and curls up against Dex’s chest.
And yeah, okay, Dex can sit down and take a break.
The redhead settles them down so his back is against the wall and Whiskey is ensconced warmly on his lap. Whiskey only burrows deeper into Dex’s arms and he falls asleep quickly after that.
Dex ends up dozing off himself and that’s how the other Frogs find them later when they come down to tell them about the pie Bitty’s just made (Chowder) and to be a jerk about the mess that can be seen through the windows (Nursey).
“Yeah, we’ll be up in a few,” Dex calls as his gorgeous boyfriend slowly gets up, adjusting the hoodie and showing off the developing bruises on his neck. He gets to his feet and has to shake himself a little bit because his butt is a bit numb from sitting with Whiskey in his lap.
Whiskey kisses him lightly before he can start towards the door and snuggles up against him. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “I really needed that. And next time, I’ll let you skip the condom when I blow you. Imagine what I’ll look like then.”
Dex’s dick twitches in interest, the traitor, right against the shorter teens, and he feels his face flame.
Whiskey’s smirk is decidedly self-satisfied. “You’re on board; good to know. I’ll bear that in mind.” He steps back before Dex’s cock can make a follow-up offer. “C’mon, let’s got get some pie.” He holds out his hand and his smirk softens when Dex takes it.
Dex takes one last quick glance around the room before he shuts and locks the door. Yes, the space is a mess, but he can already tell it’s going to be great when they move in.
It’s going to be more than a room-it’s going to be a home.
Chapter 11 (NOT for children!)
Chapter 2 (NOT for children!)
Chapter 3 (NOT for children!)
Chapter 4 (NOT for children!)
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7 (NOT for children!)
Chapter 8
Chapter 9 (NOT for children!)
Dex will be the first to admit he’s been working a bit like a man possessed on the basement room. But since it’s spring break, it’s the only time that he has that mostly his own. Sure, he still has homework and an easy exercise routine and work to all do, but not having classes makes such a difference.
And he needs all the time he can get because the room has to be perfect for Whiskey.
Whiskey has had a rough few months, and Dex is determined to make the room so amazing that it will distract him from things for at least a little bit. Dex may not be able to give Whiskey the moon and everything in between, like he wants to, but he can do this.
So he had gotten the younger boy’s input when he got the supplies from his uncle (and aunt-Aunt Karen is dedicated to her garage sales and online postings and thrift stores, and she found them a great brand-new bed that Whiskey liked for less than a hundred dollars) and he had listened to his boyfriend’s suggestions for what would make the room better.
Dex demolished, drilled, hammered, cut, and framed the space; he traded five pies and twelve dozen cookies and car maintenance so his uncle’s electrician would come down and help run all the circuitry, as well as trading five cakes and six dozen raspberry macrons as well as an IOU to paint two decks for his uncle’s plumber to make sure everything was up to code. He sanded, primed, spackled, painted, and polished the space.
And finally, it’s almost ready. He needs to set up the furniture and get curtains for all of the windows-both the ones on the exterior wall and the ones on the interior wall to let in a little bit of light to the rest of the Haus basement-but once he gets those things done…
He sends his boyfriend a text about the newest milestones-the hanging of the barndoors and the installation of the main door-and starts sorting through the hardware so he can start putting up blinds and curtain rods. Once he gets that up, he can do some cleaning of the space. Despite the mats and blankets he’s got on the floor, there’s dust and dirt and gunk everywhere.
Dex makes more lists as he works. After he cleans everything, he’s going to assemble and make the bed-do not go into the gutter!-and he’s going to start moving some of the furniture from his dorm that won’t be making the trek back to Maine with him. It’s nothing fancy, but it will help make the space seem more homily.
He’s moved on to the second window when he hears the door open. He turns, and there’s Whiskey. His boyfriend looks at him, and-without breaking eye contact-deliberately reaches over and locks the door.
Oh.
“I don’t have the bed set up yet,” Dex protests, coming down from his ladder as the younger teen kicks off his shoes because Whiskey deserves a bed.
“I don’t care.”
“The floor is filthy.” His boyfriend definitely deserves better than current state of the floor.
“Then pin me against the wall.” The shorter player’s gaze is ravenous and full of intent as he stalks closer.
“The curtains aren’t up and-”
Whiskey kisses him, all heat and erotic passion. “Then fuck me in the closet or the bathroom or something,” he mumbles into Dex’s mouth as he begins to hastily unbutton the redhead's flannel. "I don't care. I need you, right now."
“So if I make a closet joke-”
This time, Whiskey's kiss is more teeth than it is lips.
Dex cedes and tries to steer them both towards the bathroom because there’s marginally more space there than in the closet and it is slightly cleaner than the rest of the place. It’s hard to stay focused, with Whiskey determinedly working on ripping off their clothing and Whiskey’s amazing mouth working its brain-melting magic, but he eventually gets them there.
Not a moment too soon, it turns out, as Whiskey yanks open the taller redhead's pants and shoves his hands under them.
“Love!” He protests, trying to shut the door behind them without yanking it off its track and turning on the lights.
“You said as soon as the walls were up and we had a door with a lock,” Whiskey almost gasps, pressing each word into Dex’s mouth, “that we could and I have waited and waited and waited, and now that we have those things, I am done waiting!”
Dex catches the back of his boyfriend’s head and takes control of the kiss, slowing it down. “I’m not-I just-you deserve the best,” he finally breathes out, “and I want you to have that.”
He feels more than anything else Whiskey lowering his walls to let Dex in. “I know,” he murmurs back. “But I don’t need all of that. I only need you. And I want you. Just you. Like we talked about on the way home from Maine.”
Dex’s body flushes at the memory and his blood lights up with anticipation. He had nearly driven off the road in embarrassed, aroused shock when Whiskey had abruptly announced ‘I want to have sex with you without a condom’, but he managed to keep control of his truck and they actually had a mature conversation about it. And now…
He swallows hard. “Okay.” He doesn’t know how he’s going to survive sex with nothing between them-heaven knows he’s barely surviving the mind-blowing pleasure now-but he won’t lie and say he hasn’t jerked off to the idea more times than is probably healthy since it was brought up.
He had to pull away when Whiskey tried to pull his jeans off before Dex got his boots off, but then they were both finally naked and their kisses took on a new level of urgency.
Fuck, Whiskey feel so amazing.
“Love, lube,” Dex mumbles before burying his teeth into the juncture of Whiskey’s neck.
The shorter teen arches up, whining before he manages to pull himself back and he ducks down to fumble with his discarded jeans. He shoves the lube at the redhead and immediately goes back to kissing the living daylight out of Dex. He hooks one of his legs over a freckled thigh and Dex feels his higher thought process sputter and drop as Whiskey’s glorious body aligns with his.
It takes all Dex has to stop his brain from plummeting to the floor and leaving him mindless with pleasure, but he manages to get the lube open and on his fingers without it going everywhere. He blindly drops the lube in the sink and vaguely hopes that the lid is on tight enough it won’t all leak down the drain, but he has more important things to think about right now.
Whiskey makes a thick, hungry sound as Dex slowly dips his fingers down to trace at the smaller boy’s entrance once he deems the lube warm enough. And-shit. Shit. SHIT. Dex didn’t realise how different it would be without a glove and FUCK, he’s going to come even faster than he did at their first time!
Whiskey eager pulls Dex’s finger inside and he pants madly into the smaller boy’s neck at the sweet, silky tightness that grips him. Dex doesn’t move for a moment, trying to calm down because he’d like to be inside before he embarrasses himself, but the younger teen is writhing against him, demanding more faster NOW.
Dex tries to ignore the hungry movements of his boyfriend and focuses on opening Whiskey up, but it’s easier said than done. It would be so simple to get lost in Whiskey’s wants and it would be incredible, but over very quickly. Not for the first time, the older teen reminds himself that he’d like to make things enjoyable for both parties involved, not just him.
“Dex,” Whiskey demands. “Now! I want you, now!”
“Yeah, okay.” Hands more unsteady than he would like them to be, Dex pulls his fingers out and wipes them on his thigh. He unhooks Whiskey’s leg and spins the shorter teen so he can brace himself against the edge of the sink; the redhead takes a deep, shuddering breath, and starts to push inside.
HOLY.
FUCK.
He didn’t know how much the condoms had deadened the sensation until that moment. It’s a new level of mind-blowing ecstasy that he didn’t even know was possible to achieve, and he would have died if they had done it this way the first time. In fact, he might be dead right now because holy FUCK.
Whiskey writhes against him. “Dex. Dex. Move. Please. I need you to move. I need you so much. You have to move-”
Dex makes the mistake of opening his eyes.
And shit. Shit. The mirror is right across from him and he can see how beautiful and turned on his boyfriend is, and fuck. Dex can’t-he’s not-he won’t-
Dex squeezes his eyes shut to keep from coming immediately, but his hips jerk up roughly without his permission.
Whiskey’s moan is so perfect and amazing that it goes beyond music.
Dex bites down, slams up a few times, and comes far too quickly.
He nearly sobs with overstimulation as the shorter teen keeps pressing back into him, clearly chasing his own pleasure. Clumsily, the redhead reaches down and curls his hand over the smaller one and tries to help dictate the rhythm.
He watches his boyfriend come a few moments later and shit, that’s hot.
Whiskey’s legs start shaking and Dex manages to guide them both down to first their knees, and then to the ground, Whiskey in his lap, sliding out in the process. Inelegantly, the redhead nuzzles into the sweaty curve of Whiskey’s neck. “Sorry,” he mutters, “I’m sorry I came so fast.”
The younger teen hums and his head lolls to the side, giving Dex more room. “Mm, ‘sokay. Kinda flattering.” He wriggles a little, causing Dex to draw a sharp breath. “Can feel you. I didn’t think about how…messy it would feel.” He squirms again. “’Sits weird.”
“I should…clean us up.” Dex really should. He should reach up and turn on the water and wash them off. Whiskey likes it when the tall defenceman thinks about these things. He should-
Whiskey shifts once more and something drips on to Dex’s thigh. He glances down.
Then-ignoring the soft questioning sound that his boyfriend makes-Dex gently pushes Whiskey forwards a bit, just enough that the younger teen is at an angle and he can see Whiskey’s entrance. Slowly, he runs two of his fingers around the stretched, wet hole. Some of the wetness is from the lube, but the rest is from Dex. He did this; he’s the first person who got to have Whiskey like this. Nobody else has; it’s something that only he’s had the honour of experiencing.
A little more oozes out and Dex swirls his fingers, catching it before carefully pushing it back into Whiskey. And Whiskey’s body is silky and hot and wet around his fingers, wet because of Dex. He’s the cause, he’s the one who has marked the shorter teen in such an intimate way, he’s made Whiskey his. He’s the only one who’s been allowed to and that’s such a wildly erotic thought that he can’t think straight.
Dex fucks his boyfriend again, right there on the floor, the possessive side he tries so hard to keep under control overwhelming his common sense and taking the wheel. Whiskey makes soft, broken noises of arousal as he braces one hand against the edge of the sink and other on Dex’s shoulder as the redhead wraps his hand around him and buries his teeth in the shorter teen’s skin. He’ll embarrass the older teen later when he flaunts the lines of bruises on his neck and shoulders, but Dex isn’t thinking that far into the future right now. What matters is that Whiskey is exquisite and slick and moaning and Dex’s.
This time, it’s Whiskey who comes quickly, crying out his release and setting Dex off. And fuck. He had thought the first orgasm-speedy as it was-had been intense, but this one…
FUCK.
He’s panting into Whiskey’s soft skin as he slowly becomes aware of things again. Whiskey is heavy and limp in his lap, but the younger teen’s head is clumsily nudging against Dex’s as he asks for a kiss wordlessly. It lacks the normal finesse, but it’s warm and sweet and happy.
It takes Dex twice as long to clean them up and get them dressed and out of the bathroom, but when he wraps his hoodie around the smaller chestnut-haired teen, Connor smiles up at him and curls up against Dex’s chest.
And yeah, okay, Dex can sit down and take a break.
The redhead settles them down so his back is against the wall and Whiskey is ensconced warmly on his lap. Whiskey only burrows deeper into Dex’s arms and he falls asleep quickly after that.
Dex ends up dozing off himself and that’s how the other Frogs find them later when they come down to tell them about the pie Bitty’s just made (Chowder) and to be a jerk about the mess that can be seen through the windows (Nursey).
“Yeah, we’ll be up in a few,” Dex calls as his gorgeous boyfriend slowly gets up, adjusting the hoodie and showing off the developing bruises on his neck. He gets to his feet and has to shake himself a little bit because his butt is a bit numb from sitting with Whiskey in his lap.
Whiskey kisses him lightly before he can start towards the door and snuggles up against him. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “I really needed that. And next time, I’ll let you skip the condom when I blow you. Imagine what I’ll look like then.”
Dex’s dick twitches in interest, the traitor, right against the shorter teens, and he feels his face flame.
Whiskey’s smirk is decidedly self-satisfied. “You’re on board; good to know. I’ll bear that in mind.” He steps back before Dex’s cock can make a follow-up offer. “C’mon, let’s got get some pie.” He holds out his hand and his smirk softens when Dex takes it.
Dex takes one last quick glance around the room before he shuts and locks the door. Yes, the space is a mess, but he can already tell it’s going to be great when they move in.
It’s going to be more than a room-it’s going to be a home.
Chapter 11 (NOT for children!)