Fic: Better In Person
Title: Better In Person
Author: shana
Dedication: To liroa15 for being the most amazing beta.
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. Also, not true. I made it all up.
Pairing: Mark Pysyk/Keegan Lowe
Rating: R
Word Count:1590
A.N: This piece is me paying up on one of sixteenwins bets. This is shihadchick's request. I hope you enjoy.
It's not that Keegan's not excited Mark's made it in the Show or about the fact Mark scored his first NHL goal, but he was busy whitewashing the Hitmen, and he's only gotten to see the replays.
Coach basically told him he better be back in the city for practice Monday, but other than that, he's got the weekend free. Which is good because he's had plans with Mark for his first NHL goal since the Draft.
There's still a lot that could go wrong. Mark could decide to celebrate with his teammates, get whiskey dick, and not be up for anything by the time Keegan gets there. He didn't exactly tell Mark he was coming.
Hell, maybe Mark found someone on the team. They didn't make it like official before he took off for the pros. Nothing like I'll only be fuck buddies with you. And they have stayed in touch, but it's not like they talk every day. He's pretty sure Mark would tell him if he were fucking someone else, but he's not sure. It's not the type of thing Mark would send to him as a text.
He's more than a little nervous about how this is going to go. It could be fucking awful. It's going to be fucking awkward either way. It's not like Keegan's met any of Mark's roommates. If showing up congratulate your former captain isn't awkward and totally weird, he's not sure what is.
It definitely says he's sort of desperately hung up on Markie.
He's lucky. The roommate that answers the door--Keegan couldn't pick him out of a lineup--doesn't ask him for explanations; he just gets pointed in the direction of Mark's room where he can wait for Mark in relative peace. It's not like Keegan minds making awkward small talk with Mark's new teammates, but waiting in the room is alright too. The surprise stays a surprise, and he doesn't have to deal with the rest of Mark's housemates gawking at him.
It'd be even better if Mark managed to clean up after himself.
Mark stumbles in a little over an hour later, and he doesn't seem surprised. That can only mean the roommate squealed to someone who then told Mark.
"Not surprised?" He's spread out across Mark's bed.
"It sort of makes waves when your former vice captain from Junior shows up unexpectedly. Why are you here, Keegs? Why didn't you call?"
"It was the soonest I could get away. I couldn't fly out last night. I had to celebrate the win with the boys."
"I saw. Six nothing. Good rebound performance."
"I didn't want you to think I hadn't noticed your first NHL goal. It was a beauty."
"A lucky bounce."
"More like a rocket," Keegan denies.
"Whatever. You texted about it, and you're in the middle of a series right now." Mark's pulling his Sabres sweater off, tugging his shirt up with it. It's a good reminder of just how fucking hot Mark is.
"It's your first NHL goal, Markie. Did you really think I was going to leave it at a text? I mean, for real?"
"It's a long ass trip to make for one little goal celly."
"Nothing little about my plans for this celly," Keegan returns, "Besides, it's a damn important goal, you dickhead. My dad's always going on about how I'll never forget my first NHL goal, and I doubt you're going to either."
Mark grins, huge and happy. And it makes him look fucking dumb... dumber.
"Now, get over here so I can kiss you stupid. Stupider. Do you get stupider?"
"Shut up, Keegs. I'm trying to enjoy my first NHL goal celly."
Keegan grins as he watches Mark make his way across the room. It's not very big, and he can see Mark swallow deeply as he comes within reach.
Mark's mouth tastes as good as he remembers. It's both familiar and new at the same time. And exciting. Mark still knows everything he likes in a kiss.
Mark's hands slide into his hair with ease. They've done this a thousand times before. A thousand different kisses: short ones, long ones, ones with tongue. Their mouths fit together pretty fucking perfectly, and Mark's tongue is there, overwhelming his, in like the blink of an eye.
Mark moves his body, from leaning over the bed, to press him back into the bed. He shoves back. He's never been one to go easily, and he doesn't intend to start now. That'd be boring.
Their bodies know what they're doing. They find all the places they fit together easily, naturally. He lets Mark press him back down onto the bed from where he's risen onto his arms to combat Mark's tongue better. Mark's hands wander from his hair to down his sides, finding the ticklish spot by his left hip.
The one Mark always seems to find though he swears he's not trying to.
Keegan's calling bullshit on that.
It's totally hot, and he's enjoying the hell out of their reunion when some asshole starts pounding on Mark's door. If he could, Keegan would reach out and strangle the person knocking with the power of his mind alone.
"Hold that thought," Mark mumbles against his lips. "I'll get rid of him."
So Mark ends up answering his door with his hair messed up and his lips looking like he's in the process of getting fucked. No hiding that.
It takes Mark five minutes, which is five minutes too long, and a bunch of hushed words and hand gestures to get his nosy teammates to fuck off and leave them alone. Just because they're not all getting laid doesn't mean they have to get in the way of Keegan's fun.
He finally comes back, and Keegan grabs him, pulling his head close.
Their mouths lock together in a barely controlled clash of teeth and tongues. Mark's aggressive, trying to force Keegan to open to him, but that's never been the way they work. Keegan feels like he's been waiting for forever.
He fights back with his own tricks. That's what makes this the greatest and most explosive sex ever. He forces Mark to accept him on his own terms, and once he can feel it, he's cool. It's not like he's going to deny Mark, just make him work for it a little.
The battle ends with Mark pressing him down into the bed, and it feels just right. Like a hundred different times back in Edmonton, trying to be quiet so Foss wouldn't hear. Or his sisters. Or Mark's mom.
He bucks his hips into it, surprising Mark and forcing their bodies up. He's not surprised at all when Mark retaliates with pushing him back down onto the bed with more force. It's a dance. It's going to be the most frustrating dance ever though if Mark doesn't actually do something with it.
Making out with Mark is always adventure. Being on a bed, in private, is sort of a new thing. Mainly, when they were both with the Oil Kings, it was in trainer's rooms, in the Oilers dressing room when Keegan could sneak them in, or dark corners of hallways at hotels when they were on the road. Lucky for them, hotels have a lot of dark corners.
It's never stopped being a little bit awkward, like they have to figure shit out each time they do this. Who's going to be in charge, what they want, and what they hell they think they're doing and all that. It was more awkward when they started--they started the whole making out thing as their own private celebration for Keegan's first WHL goal.
God, they sucked at it then.
"Fuck," Mark hisses, teeth clenched. "I've fucking missed your dirty mouth, Keegs. It's so good. Why the fuck do you have to go home?"
"Hitmen. Besides, it'd be kind of awkward to explain me to your whole team. Your coach would probably be all like 'No girlfriends with the team,' and we both know Lax would send Sammy to come get me."
"My team would totally fucking understand. They'd be jealous as fuck, but they'd get it. I fucking miss you when you're in Edmonton. Nothing compares to your mouth and your ass, Keegs."
"You say the sweetest things, Markie. You're lucky I like your mouth. And the rest of you."
"Like my mouth, do you?"
"You know it. Now shut up, and put your mouth back to work, you ass."
The kiss that follows is brutal; Mark's trying to own his mouth. Asshole. Keegan's not going to take that lying down, and they end up rolling off Mark's bed in the struggle to be on top.
They land heavily, and Keegan's arm fucking hurts where he knocked it against Mark's bed frame on the way down. It's stupid and childish, but he's pouting when Mark pulls back.
That sets Mark off, and he starts laughing. It takes Keegan a couple minutes, and one kiss to the side of his mouth, for Keegan to join him. Then they're laughing on the floor, and it's not even that funny. Not really. It's just the best he's felt in a while, pain in his arm aside.
He came here to celebrate Mark's first NHL goal, and the thing is lying on the floor, laughing with Mark after they fell out of the bed is what feels like the real celebration.
They're so totally fucked up.
He wouldn't have it any other way.
Fini.
Notes:
1. Mark Pysyk scored his first NHL goal on April 19, 2013 against the New York Rangers. Watch it here.
2. Keegan Lowe and the Edmonton Oil Kings beat the Calgary Hitmen 6 to 0 in the second game of the Western Conference Finals of the WHL on April 19, 2013. They went on to win the series, but lost to the Portland Winterhawks in the WHL Championship series.
3. Mark's first goal was announced in Rexall Place during the second intermission.
4. Keegan Lowe tweeted for Mark's NHL debut on March 17th but not for his goal.
5. Don't get me started on the bromance between Lowe and Pysyk. You'll all be in these notes until the world ends.
S
Author: shana
Dedication: To liroa15 for being the most amazing beta.
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. Also, not true. I made it all up.
Pairing: Mark Pysyk/Keegan Lowe
Rating: R
Word Count:1590
A.N: This piece is me paying up on one of sixteenwins bets. This is shihadchick's request. I hope you enjoy.
It's not that Keegan's not excited Mark's made it in the Show or about the fact Mark scored his first NHL goal, but he was busy whitewashing the Hitmen, and he's only gotten to see the replays.
Coach basically told him he better be back in the city for practice Monday, but other than that, he's got the weekend free. Which is good because he's had plans with Mark for his first NHL goal since the Draft.
There's still a lot that could go wrong. Mark could decide to celebrate with his teammates, get whiskey dick, and not be up for anything by the time Keegan gets there. He didn't exactly tell Mark he was coming.
Hell, maybe Mark found someone on the team. They didn't make it like official before he took off for the pros. Nothing like I'll only be fuck buddies with you. And they have stayed in touch, but it's not like they talk every day. He's pretty sure Mark would tell him if he were fucking someone else, but he's not sure. It's not the type of thing Mark would send to him as a text.
He's more than a little nervous about how this is going to go. It could be fucking awful. It's going to be fucking awkward either way. It's not like Keegan's met any of Mark's roommates. If showing up congratulate your former captain isn't awkward and totally weird, he's not sure what is.
It definitely says he's sort of desperately hung up on Markie.
He's lucky. The roommate that answers the door--Keegan couldn't pick him out of a lineup--doesn't ask him for explanations; he just gets pointed in the direction of Mark's room where he can wait for Mark in relative peace. It's not like Keegan minds making awkward small talk with Mark's new teammates, but waiting in the room is alright too. The surprise stays a surprise, and he doesn't have to deal with the rest of Mark's housemates gawking at him.
It'd be even better if Mark managed to clean up after himself.
Mark stumbles in a little over an hour later, and he doesn't seem surprised. That can only mean the roommate squealed to someone who then told Mark.
"Not surprised?" He's spread out across Mark's bed.
"It sort of makes waves when your former vice captain from Junior shows up unexpectedly. Why are you here, Keegs? Why didn't you call?"
"It was the soonest I could get away. I couldn't fly out last night. I had to celebrate the win with the boys."
"I saw. Six nothing. Good rebound performance."
"I didn't want you to think I hadn't noticed your first NHL goal. It was a beauty."
"A lucky bounce."
"More like a rocket," Keegan denies.
"Whatever. You texted about it, and you're in the middle of a series right now." Mark's pulling his Sabres sweater off, tugging his shirt up with it. It's a good reminder of just how fucking hot Mark is.
"It's your first NHL goal, Markie. Did you really think I was going to leave it at a text? I mean, for real?"
"It's a long ass trip to make for one little goal celly."
"Nothing little about my plans for this celly," Keegan returns, "Besides, it's a damn important goal, you dickhead. My dad's always going on about how I'll never forget my first NHL goal, and I doubt you're going to either."
Mark grins, huge and happy. And it makes him look fucking dumb... dumber.
"Now, get over here so I can kiss you stupid. Stupider. Do you get stupider?"
"Shut up, Keegs. I'm trying to enjoy my first NHL goal celly."
Keegan grins as he watches Mark make his way across the room. It's not very big, and he can see Mark swallow deeply as he comes within reach.
Mark's mouth tastes as good as he remembers. It's both familiar and new at the same time. And exciting. Mark still knows everything he likes in a kiss.
Mark's hands slide into his hair with ease. They've done this a thousand times before. A thousand different kisses: short ones, long ones, ones with tongue. Their mouths fit together pretty fucking perfectly, and Mark's tongue is there, overwhelming his, in like the blink of an eye.
Mark moves his body, from leaning over the bed, to press him back into the bed. He shoves back. He's never been one to go easily, and he doesn't intend to start now. That'd be boring.
Their bodies know what they're doing. They find all the places they fit together easily, naturally. He lets Mark press him back down onto the bed from where he's risen onto his arms to combat Mark's tongue better. Mark's hands wander from his hair to down his sides, finding the ticklish spot by his left hip.
The one Mark always seems to find though he swears he's not trying to.
Keegan's calling bullshit on that.
It's totally hot, and he's enjoying the hell out of their reunion when some asshole starts pounding on Mark's door. If he could, Keegan would reach out and strangle the person knocking with the power of his mind alone.
"Hold that thought," Mark mumbles against his lips. "I'll get rid of him."
So Mark ends up answering his door with his hair messed up and his lips looking like he's in the process of getting fucked. No hiding that.
It takes Mark five minutes, which is five minutes too long, and a bunch of hushed words and hand gestures to get his nosy teammates to fuck off and leave them alone. Just because they're not all getting laid doesn't mean they have to get in the way of Keegan's fun.
He finally comes back, and Keegan grabs him, pulling his head close.
Their mouths lock together in a barely controlled clash of teeth and tongues. Mark's aggressive, trying to force Keegan to open to him, but that's never been the way they work. Keegan feels like he's been waiting for forever.
He fights back with his own tricks. That's what makes this the greatest and most explosive sex ever. He forces Mark to accept him on his own terms, and once he can feel it, he's cool. It's not like he's going to deny Mark, just make him work for it a little.
The battle ends with Mark pressing him down into the bed, and it feels just right. Like a hundred different times back in Edmonton, trying to be quiet so Foss wouldn't hear. Or his sisters. Or Mark's mom.
He bucks his hips into it, surprising Mark and forcing their bodies up. He's not surprised at all when Mark retaliates with pushing him back down onto the bed with more force. It's a dance. It's going to be the most frustrating dance ever though if Mark doesn't actually do something with it.
Making out with Mark is always adventure. Being on a bed, in private, is sort of a new thing. Mainly, when they were both with the Oil Kings, it was in trainer's rooms, in the Oilers dressing room when Keegan could sneak them in, or dark corners of hallways at hotels when they were on the road. Lucky for them, hotels have a lot of dark corners.
It's never stopped being a little bit awkward, like they have to figure shit out each time they do this. Who's going to be in charge, what they want, and what they hell they think they're doing and all that. It was more awkward when they started--they started the whole making out thing as their own private celebration for Keegan's first WHL goal.
God, they sucked at it then.
"Fuck," Mark hisses, teeth clenched. "I've fucking missed your dirty mouth, Keegs. It's so good. Why the fuck do you have to go home?"
"Hitmen. Besides, it'd be kind of awkward to explain me to your whole team. Your coach would probably be all like 'No girlfriends with the team,' and we both know Lax would send Sammy to come get me."
"My team would totally fucking understand. They'd be jealous as fuck, but they'd get it. I fucking miss you when you're in Edmonton. Nothing compares to your mouth and your ass, Keegs."
"You say the sweetest things, Markie. You're lucky I like your mouth. And the rest of you."
"Like my mouth, do you?"
"You know it. Now shut up, and put your mouth back to work, you ass."
The kiss that follows is brutal; Mark's trying to own his mouth. Asshole. Keegan's not going to take that lying down, and they end up rolling off Mark's bed in the struggle to be on top.
They land heavily, and Keegan's arm fucking hurts where he knocked it against Mark's bed frame on the way down. It's stupid and childish, but he's pouting when Mark pulls back.
That sets Mark off, and he starts laughing. It takes Keegan a couple minutes, and one kiss to the side of his mouth, for Keegan to join him. Then they're laughing on the floor, and it's not even that funny. Not really. It's just the best he's felt in a while, pain in his arm aside.
He came here to celebrate Mark's first NHL goal, and the thing is lying on the floor, laughing with Mark after they fell out of the bed is what feels like the real celebration.
They're so totally fucked up.
He wouldn't have it any other way.
Fini.
Notes:
1. Mark Pysyk scored his first NHL goal on April 19, 2013 against the New York Rangers. Watch it here.
2. Keegan Lowe and the Edmonton Oil Kings beat the Calgary Hitmen 6 to 0 in the second game of the Western Conference Finals of the WHL on April 19, 2013. They went on to win the series, but lost to the Portland Winterhawks in the WHL Championship series.
3. Mark's first goal was announced in Rexall Place during the second intermission.
4. Keegan Lowe tweeted for Mark's NHL debut on March 17th but not for his goal.
5. Don't get me started on the bromance between Lowe and Pysyk. You'll all be in these notes until the world ends.
S