By Faith Alone. Chapter Two.
Written by: lady_death.
Title: By Faith Alone. Chapter Two.
Fandom: National Hockey League.
Characters: Ed Jovanovski, Jason Arnott.
Word Count: 280.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Jovo tries to make himself feel better.
Author's Notes: This is set February 18, 2007. The Coyotes would go on to lose to the Preators, 1-4 the following day, in Nashville.
“Oh, fuck yes. Fuck yeah, yeah, yes. Yes! Shane come on, please Shane. Please. Shane.” Grunts. Losing his balance, sprawls out onto the bed, his arms giving out and his knees shaking.
Lands on his back, moaning and shuddering the last of his release.
Pants, fingers snaring the bunched up sheets.
“Mmmm.” Kisses the back of his neck.
Just lays there with his eyes closed, shivering a little still.
Stays on top of him, letting the quiet fill the room.
His breathing returns to normal, not bothering to move.
After a few more moments of silence, “You know that isn’t my name.”
“Huh?”
Rocks forward to send more aftershocks buzzing along his spine. “It’s not even close to that part of the alphabet.”
“What?” Opens his eyes, “Oh. Oh yeah. Sorry.” Tries to turn over.
Lets him rearrange himself underneath him.
Sighs, disappointed.
“Wasn’t good for you?”
“It was great.”
“Yeah, fuckin’ looks it. That’s not the reaction I usually get.”
“No, it was fantastic.”
“Uh huh. You should kiss and make up with your Captain. Save you trouble later.”
“ “Look, I enjoyed it.”
“But you’re wishin’ you were back at your hotel.”
Tugs him down closer, “I don’t.” Bites down hard enough to leave a mark on his lip.
“Mmm, gonna do something with that?”
Rolls them over so he’s on top, “Gonna fuck you.”
Kisses him fiercely, “In a lil’ bit.”
Settles on top of him.
More silence.
Doesn’t try to make conversation.
“Why are you on the outs?”
“Aren’t”
“Yeah, right. May be none of my business but--”
“We aren’t. We were never together.”
“Oh. Sucks. Other guy?”
“Not his type.” Covers his mouth roughly.
Title: By Faith Alone. Chapter Two.
Fandom: National Hockey League.
Characters: Ed Jovanovski, Jason Arnott.
Word Count: 280.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Jovo tries to make himself feel better.
Author's Notes: This is set February 18, 2007. The Coyotes would go on to lose to the Preators, 1-4 the following day, in Nashville.
“Oh, fuck yes. Fuck yeah, yeah, yes. Yes! Shane come on, please Shane. Please. Shane.” Grunts. Losing his balance, sprawls out onto the bed, his arms giving out and his knees shaking.
Lands on his back, moaning and shuddering the last of his release.
Pants, fingers snaring the bunched up sheets.
“Mmmm.” Kisses the back of his neck.
Just lays there with his eyes closed, shivering a little still.
Stays on top of him, letting the quiet fill the room.
His breathing returns to normal, not bothering to move.
After a few more moments of silence, “You know that isn’t my name.”
“Huh?”
Rocks forward to send more aftershocks buzzing along his spine. “It’s not even close to that part of the alphabet.”
“What?” Opens his eyes, “Oh. Oh yeah. Sorry.” Tries to turn over.
Lets him rearrange himself underneath him.
Sighs, disappointed.
“Wasn’t good for you?”
“It was great.”
“Yeah, fuckin’ looks it. That’s not the reaction I usually get.”
“No, it was fantastic.”
“Uh huh. You should kiss and make up with your Captain. Save you trouble later.”
“ “Look, I enjoyed it.”
“But you’re wishin’ you were back at your hotel.”
Tugs him down closer, “I don’t.” Bites down hard enough to leave a mark on his lip.
“Mmm, gonna do something with that?”
Rolls them over so he’s on top, “Gonna fuck you.”
Kisses him fiercely, “In a lil’ bit.”
Settles on top of him.
More silence.
Doesn’t try to make conversation.
“Why are you on the outs?”
“Aren’t”
“Yeah, right. May be none of my business but--”
“We aren’t. We were never together.”
“Oh. Sucks. Other guy?”
“Not his type.” Covers his mouth roughly.