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Title: Cool Hands, Warm Hearts
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: PG..adorable..but no smut.
Pairing: Tommy/ Max...love em.
Standard Disclaimer Applies 'cause I'm just too damn lazy to write it again.
An adorable little fluffy one shot I happen to have lying around :)..set a few months ago..playoffs against the Islanders :)
Max sits on the bench, rubbing his wrist. It's mostly healed, but sometimes after really stressful games it gets a little sore. His fingers are warm though, almost hot from all of the moving they do while they're on the ice.
He leans back against his locker, barechested and smiling. 4-1 in the first playoff game...that's not bad. The Islanders had played a great game but in the end, Buffalo had outshined them in skill and technique and it'd rewarded them with a win in the first game in the series, almost a shutout.
But the time spent trying to bank a shot and regain his confidence back had taken its toll on Max's barely painful injury and thus, a wrist that hurt just enough to be noticeable.
Max sighs, giving up on soothing himself with his scorching hot digits. Just then, he hears Thomas call, "Good game, Max!" and he looks up to see the gorgeous Austrian standing in front of him with a broad grin. Tommy's grin dims just a bit as he sees the lines around Max's eyes and he asks gently, "You okay?"
Max nods but as he reaches behind him to grab his button down from his locker, the sharp pains intensify and he whimpers just slightly. Tom sees right through him, and sitting down on the bench beside him, tenderly takes his wrist into both of his hands and begins to massage it. Max lets out a low moan, his head falling forward to rest on Tom's shoulder as the man's eternally cold hands provide much needed relief. "That feels good," he whispers into Tom's ear, tickling the skin and making his linemate shiver.
Tom continues to soothe his ache with his cool, talented fingers, trying hard to ignore how cute Max looks with his eyes closed and his lips all swollen and red from where he's biting them to keep the moans of pleasure at bay. The Austrian glances around the room and smiles as he realizes the rest of the team has gone.
Max has fallen asleep on his shoulder from the relaxation of being massaged, and his soft snores make Tom's neck tingle.
Thanking God for the circumstance that put them in a hotel room together, he gently dresses the Russian man and, turning the light off with a finger, carries him to his car. He sits him softly in the passenger seat and buckles him with a soft 'click', watching him sleep with a smitten smile.
He's in love and he knows it but wouldn't it be sweet if he could tell Max?
Max has gotten awfully light..working off every inch of baby fat so he could be toned and ready for the playoffs and it shows when Thomas carries him into their bedroom. He sets Max on the bed and removes his shoes, resisting the urge to kiss him as he tucks him in. Reluctantly pulling himself away, he loses his own shoes and climbs into bed. He leans to turn off the lamp between them and his finger has almost landed on the button before he hears a soft, "Tom?"
He bites his lip, wondering whether he should answer or pretend he's asleep.
But one look into Max's pretty sleep glazed eyes has him whispering, "Yeah?"
Max looks sad. "I'm cold..sleep with me tonight?" He's nervous..Tom can tell..his accent always thickens a bit when he's like that. Tom smiles silently and leaves his bed to stand in front of Max's.
"Move over, Max," he teases, watching as the Russian smiles shyly and scoots back on the bed. Tom finally does turn off the lamp and lays in the spot Max has recently vacated, smiling as his linemate and crush's scent and heat curls around him. "Goodnight," he mutters into empty air, expecting no response.
Max's arms wind around his waist and they pull him close, his head nestling in the crook of Tom's neck. "Goodnight, Tom," he whispers, sounding very content. His breathing begins to deepen as Tom pulls the covers up over them and starts to fall asleep himself.
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Didn't I tell you it was fluffy? *smiles* They are the cutest, I swear.
*puppy dog eyes* Comments...p-p-p-please?
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: PG..adorable..but no smut.
Pairing: Tommy/ Max...love em.
Standard Disclaimer Applies 'cause I'm just too damn lazy to write it again.
An adorable little fluffy one shot I happen to have lying around :)..set a few months ago..playoffs against the Islanders :)
Max sits on the bench, rubbing his wrist. It's mostly healed, but sometimes after really stressful games it gets a little sore. His fingers are warm though, almost hot from all of the moving they do while they're on the ice.
He leans back against his locker, barechested and smiling. 4-1 in the first playoff game...that's not bad. The Islanders had played a great game but in the end, Buffalo had outshined them in skill and technique and it'd rewarded them with a win in the first game in the series, almost a shutout.
But the time spent trying to bank a shot and regain his confidence back had taken its toll on Max's barely painful injury and thus, a wrist that hurt just enough to be noticeable.
Max sighs, giving up on soothing himself with his scorching hot digits. Just then, he hears Thomas call, "Good game, Max!" and he looks up to see the gorgeous Austrian standing in front of him with a broad grin. Tommy's grin dims just a bit as he sees the lines around Max's eyes and he asks gently, "You okay?"
Max nods but as he reaches behind him to grab his button down from his locker, the sharp pains intensify and he whimpers just slightly. Tom sees right through him, and sitting down on the bench beside him, tenderly takes his wrist into both of his hands and begins to massage it. Max lets out a low moan, his head falling forward to rest on Tom's shoulder as the man's eternally cold hands provide much needed relief. "That feels good," he whispers into Tom's ear, tickling the skin and making his linemate shiver.
Tom continues to soothe his ache with his cool, talented fingers, trying hard to ignore how cute Max looks with his eyes closed and his lips all swollen and red from where he's biting them to keep the moans of pleasure at bay. The Austrian glances around the room and smiles as he realizes the rest of the team has gone.
Max has fallen asleep on his shoulder from the relaxation of being massaged, and his soft snores make Tom's neck tingle.
Thanking God for the circumstance that put them in a hotel room together, he gently dresses the Russian man and, turning the light off with a finger, carries him to his car. He sits him softly in the passenger seat and buckles him with a soft 'click', watching him sleep with a smitten smile.
He's in love and he knows it but wouldn't it be sweet if he could tell Max?
Max has gotten awfully light..working off every inch of baby fat so he could be toned and ready for the playoffs and it shows when Thomas carries him into their bedroom. He sets Max on the bed and removes his shoes, resisting the urge to kiss him as he tucks him in. Reluctantly pulling himself away, he loses his own shoes and climbs into bed. He leans to turn off the lamp between them and his finger has almost landed on the button before he hears a soft, "Tom?"
He bites his lip, wondering whether he should answer or pretend he's asleep.
But one look into Max's pretty sleep glazed eyes has him whispering, "Yeah?"
Max looks sad. "I'm cold..sleep with me tonight?" He's nervous..Tom can tell..his accent always thickens a bit when he's like that. Tom smiles silently and leaves his bed to stand in front of Max's.
"Move over, Max," he teases, watching as the Russian smiles shyly and scoots back on the bed. Tom finally does turn off the lamp and lays in the spot Max has recently vacated, smiling as his linemate and crush's scent and heat curls around him. "Goodnight," he mutters into empty air, expecting no response.
Max's arms wind around his waist and they pull him close, his head nestling in the crook of Tom's neck. "Goodnight, Tom," he whispers, sounding very content. His breathing begins to deepen as Tom pulls the covers up over them and starts to fall asleep himself.
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Didn't I tell you it was fluffy? *smiles* They are the cutest, I swear.
*puppy dog eyes* Comments...p-p-p-please?