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“You’re amazing, babe,” Brian mumbled as he pushed Derek into his locker and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close.
Tommy laughed as he came out of the bathroom. “Couldn’t even wait ‘til I left?”
Derek raised an eyebrow, placing a kiss on Brian’s jaw. “That’s right, Tommy. Act like you don’t find it hot.”
Tommy snorted, stuffing his pads into his bag. “I’ve already got a lover, thanks.”
Brian whispered kisses over Derek’s neck. Derek laughed through his whimper. “Well, at least you have someone to take it out on, then.”
Tommy stuck his tongue out as he pushed open the door to the locker room. “I’ll just go do that, then. Later.”
The boys waved and then Derek cleared the bench so he could pull Brian on top of him. “Show me just how amazing you think I am, Bri,” he whispered into Brian’s ear, flicking out his tongue just after to run it along the lobe.
Brian shuddered. “Gladly.”
***
Ryan tossed his bag on the couch and unwound his scarf from around his neck. The exhaustion of so many saves and the celebrations following the game was finally getting to him and all he wanted was a nice, warm bed.
He hung his coat on a hook in the closet and started a fire in the fireplace, rubbing his hands to warm them.
As he stood up, strong arms wrapped around his waist and he smiled. “Hey.”
Danny’s head rested on his shoulder and his lover whispered, “Congratulations, babe. That was quite a game you played tonight.”
Ryan smirked as he turned around to wind his arms around Danny’s neck, resting his palms at the nape of his neck and gently stroking the hair there. “And are you my reward?”
Danny smiled. “Not exactly, ‘cause I’m here whether you win or lose.”
Ryan grinned. “That’s my favorite part. Now, what are we talking for? There’s so much to catch up on.” He slipped his fingers below Danny’s tight navy t-shirt to touch the warm skin of his back and looked up at Danny with bedroom eyes.
Danny bent up to kiss him softly on the lips, sliding his hands from where they rested on his hips up under his shirt to caress his stomach. “Take me to bed, Ryan. I’ve been waiting hours for you.”
The evidence of that was poking against Ryan’s thigh and he grinned, tilting his head to kiss Danny back a little harder. “Gladly,” he whispered, smiling at Danny’s soft giggle when he swung him up into his arms and carried him into their bedroom.
***
Tom hummed under his breath as he walked through the apartment, dropping his stuff by the door and taking off his coat.
“Max?”
“Here, Tommy,” his lover called and he followed his voice to the kitchen. Max was trying to reach for a jar on top of the refrigerator, pouting as he couldn’t go far because of his injury.
Tom laughed. “Need some help?”
Max turned his pout on him. “Shut up. I cannot reach cookies.”
Tom chuckled, shaking his head as he walked over to where Max was standing and pulled the jar off of the refrigerator to hand it to his lover. “Now you can.”
Max smiled, pulling him down to kiss him in thanks. “Mmm,” he murmured as he picked out a nice fat cookie and took a bite.
Tom laughed. “You and your macaroons, Max.”
Max stuck out his tongue as he wandered away from Tom into the living room. He sat on the couch and turned off the television, frowning up at Tom when he followed.
“I hurt, Tommy. I think I pulled my groin trying for cookies.”
Tommy melted at the sight of those clear blue eyes. “Aw, Maxi. Do you want me to take the pain away?”
Max bit his lip as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, along with his underwear. His eyes were filled with lust more than hurt when he looked up again. “You can massage me, maybe?”
Tom groaned at the sight of Max sitting there with nothing but a t-shirt on and only took a second before he was on his knees and reaching for him. “Gladly.”
***
Jason was over the moon when he bounced in the door. He took a running leap onto the couch and grinned as he saw the highlights of the game still playing.
“Timmy! I’m home!”
There was no answer. Jason tilted his head, following the only sound in the apartment to its source.
Music was playing and Tim was singing to it as he dried his head, shirtless and with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
The towel slid down a bit and Jason’s eyes were glued. His mouth went dry and his eyes bulged a bit.
He took a step toward his lover and stumbled, alerting Tim of his presence.
Tim looked up and saw his face in the mirror. He rolled his eyes. “We’ve talked about this, Jason.”
Jason pouted, stepping closer. “But, Timmy…”
Tim tugged at his towel to cover his lower body better, shaking his head at his desperate lover. “No, Jason. We can’t have sex until my groin is better, you know that.”
Jason whimpered. “Timmy…”
Tim sighed. “No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Can’t you just fuck me?”
“And how do you suppose I hold myself up?”
“…Oh. Well, can’t I just…?”
“No, Jay. No. We can’t do anything.”
Jason sighed. “Alright. Well, what can we do?”
Tim looked up from where he was pulling on a pair of pajama pants and smiled. “You can hold me while I sleep.”
Jason stripped out of everything but his boxers and lay down on the bed with outspread arms. “Gladly,” he said with a smile, patting the bed next to him.
***
“Thanks for letting me crash tonight, Danny,” Drew said as they got into Danny’s car.
Danny shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. Not like I’ve got some girl waiting for me or something.”
Drew grinned. “Yeah, I suppose.”
Danny started the car, turning the radio to some heavy, angry rock station. Drew didn’t know why, but he wasn’t surprised Danny listened to angry music.
“So good game tonight, yeah?” Drew tried to make conversation.
Danny nodded. “Yeah. Let’s hope we can make it more than one.”
Drew frowned thoughtfully. “Yeah, hope so. We need wins right now.”
*
They reached Danny’s apartment and got out of the car, dragging gym bags with them.
“Stick your stuff in the closet and there are blankets in there for the couch.”
Drew nodded. “So just goodnight?” He didn’t know why, but he was expecting a bit more.
Danny heard something in his voice and turned around. “What else were you thinking was gonna happen?”
Drew bit his lip. “Um…I don’t know, actually.”
Danny smirked in a very evil, knowing way. “Were you expecting me to say something like ‘I’ve got another couple ways for you to score, Staff’?”
Drew turned red. “I…maybe?”
Danny was getting very close and Drew had to back into the wall to get away.
“So how about it?” Danny asked, hissing it into Drew’s ear and staring at him with glittering eyes.
Drew swallowed, feeling things he perhaps shouldn’t with Danny being so close. “How-how about what?”
Danny chuckled huskily. “Score again?” he whispered, kissing Drew’s ear after.
Drew stared into Danny’s eyes and could see no uncertainty, only lust. Grinning, he launched himself at the other man, knocking him into the floor and kissing him hard. “Gladly,” he answered Danny.
***
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Tommy laughed as he came out of the bathroom. “Couldn’t even wait ‘til I left?”
Derek raised an eyebrow, placing a kiss on Brian’s jaw. “That’s right, Tommy. Act like you don’t find it hot.”
Tommy snorted, stuffing his pads into his bag. “I’ve already got a lover, thanks.”
Brian whispered kisses over Derek’s neck. Derek laughed through his whimper. “Well, at least you have someone to take it out on, then.”
Tommy stuck his tongue out as he pushed open the door to the locker room. “I’ll just go do that, then. Later.”
The boys waved and then Derek cleared the bench so he could pull Brian on top of him. “Show me just how amazing you think I am, Bri,” he whispered into Brian’s ear, flicking out his tongue just after to run it along the lobe.
Brian shuddered. “Gladly.”
***
Ryan tossed his bag on the couch and unwound his scarf from around his neck. The exhaustion of so many saves and the celebrations following the game was finally getting to him and all he wanted was a nice, warm bed.
He hung his coat on a hook in the closet and started a fire in the fireplace, rubbing his hands to warm them.
As he stood up, strong arms wrapped around his waist and he smiled. “Hey.”
Danny’s head rested on his shoulder and his lover whispered, “Congratulations, babe. That was quite a game you played tonight.”
Ryan smirked as he turned around to wind his arms around Danny’s neck, resting his palms at the nape of his neck and gently stroking the hair there. “And are you my reward?”
Danny smiled. “Not exactly, ‘cause I’m here whether you win or lose.”
Ryan grinned. “That’s my favorite part. Now, what are we talking for? There’s so much to catch up on.” He slipped his fingers below Danny’s tight navy t-shirt to touch the warm skin of his back and looked up at Danny with bedroom eyes.
Danny bent up to kiss him softly on the lips, sliding his hands from where they rested on his hips up under his shirt to caress his stomach. “Take me to bed, Ryan. I’ve been waiting hours for you.”
The evidence of that was poking against Ryan’s thigh and he grinned, tilting his head to kiss Danny back a little harder. “Gladly,” he whispered, smiling at Danny’s soft giggle when he swung him up into his arms and carried him into their bedroom.
***
Tom hummed under his breath as he walked through the apartment, dropping his stuff by the door and taking off his coat.
“Max?”
“Here, Tommy,” his lover called and he followed his voice to the kitchen. Max was trying to reach for a jar on top of the refrigerator, pouting as he couldn’t go far because of his injury.
Tom laughed. “Need some help?”
Max turned his pout on him. “Shut up. I cannot reach cookies.”
Tom chuckled, shaking his head as he walked over to where Max was standing and pulled the jar off of the refrigerator to hand it to his lover. “Now you can.”
Max smiled, pulling him down to kiss him in thanks. “Mmm,” he murmured as he picked out a nice fat cookie and took a bite.
Tom laughed. “You and your macaroons, Max.”
Max stuck out his tongue as he wandered away from Tom into the living room. He sat on the couch and turned off the television, frowning up at Tom when he followed.
“I hurt, Tommy. I think I pulled my groin trying for cookies.”
Tommy melted at the sight of those clear blue eyes. “Aw, Maxi. Do you want me to take the pain away?”
Max bit his lip as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, along with his underwear. His eyes were filled with lust more than hurt when he looked up again. “You can massage me, maybe?”
Tom groaned at the sight of Max sitting there with nothing but a t-shirt on and only took a second before he was on his knees and reaching for him. “Gladly.”
***
Jason was over the moon when he bounced in the door. He took a running leap onto the couch and grinned as he saw the highlights of the game still playing.
“Timmy! I’m home!”
There was no answer. Jason tilted his head, following the only sound in the apartment to its source.
Music was playing and Tim was singing to it as he dried his head, shirtless and with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
The towel slid down a bit and Jason’s eyes were glued. His mouth went dry and his eyes bulged a bit.
He took a step toward his lover and stumbled, alerting Tim of his presence.
Tim looked up and saw his face in the mirror. He rolled his eyes. “We’ve talked about this, Jason.”
Jason pouted, stepping closer. “But, Timmy…”
Tim tugged at his towel to cover his lower body better, shaking his head at his desperate lover. “No, Jason. We can’t have sex until my groin is better, you know that.”
Jason whimpered. “Timmy…”
Tim sighed. “No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Can’t you just fuck me?”
“And how do you suppose I hold myself up?”
“…Oh. Well, can’t I just…?”
“No, Jay. No. We can’t do anything.”
Jason sighed. “Alright. Well, what can we do?”
Tim looked up from where he was pulling on a pair of pajama pants and smiled. “You can hold me while I sleep.”
Jason stripped out of everything but his boxers and lay down on the bed with outspread arms. “Gladly,” he said with a smile, patting the bed next to him.
***
“Thanks for letting me crash tonight, Danny,” Drew said as they got into Danny’s car.
Danny shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. Not like I’ve got some girl waiting for me or something.”
Drew grinned. “Yeah, I suppose.”
Danny started the car, turning the radio to some heavy, angry rock station. Drew didn’t know why, but he wasn’t surprised Danny listened to angry music.
“So good game tonight, yeah?” Drew tried to make conversation.
Danny nodded. “Yeah. Let’s hope we can make it more than one.”
Drew frowned thoughtfully. “Yeah, hope so. We need wins right now.”
*
They reached Danny’s apartment and got out of the car, dragging gym bags with them.
“Stick your stuff in the closet and there are blankets in there for the couch.”
Drew nodded. “So just goodnight?” He didn’t know why, but he was expecting a bit more.
Danny heard something in his voice and turned around. “What else were you thinking was gonna happen?”
Drew bit his lip. “Um…I don’t know, actually.”
Danny smirked in a very evil, knowing way. “Were you expecting me to say something like ‘I’ve got another couple ways for you to score, Staff’?”
Drew turned red. “I…maybe?”
Danny was getting very close and Drew had to back into the wall to get away.
“So how about it?” Danny asked, hissing it into Drew’s ear and staring at him with glittering eyes.
Drew swallowed, feeling things he perhaps shouldn’t with Danny being so close. “How-how about what?”
Danny chuckled huskily. “Score again?” he whispered, kissing Drew’s ear after.
Drew stared into Danny’s eyes and could see no uncertainty, only lust. Grinning, he launched himself at the other man, knocking him into the floor and kissing him hard. “Gladly,” he answered Danny.
***
*giggle* Don't kill me for not writing the sex scenes. I've still got a couple to work on, but I promise, there will be more smut up for you all to read soon. ;)
Leave me some love because I loved you enough to write this? Please? I miss all the comments, even the really short just "I liked it" ones. :)