One Step Closer (Happy Hockeydays fic)
Title: One Step Closer
Author: missy7280
Pairing: Alex Ovechkin/Sasha Semin
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 (to be safe); rimming, tiny amount of bondage
Word Count: 2,305
Summary: Alex is absolutely not addicted to Sasha. Except, maybe he is.
Notes: Written for goingvogue. Happy holidays to you! ;) I hope I didn’t screw up the characterizations too much.
Alex Ovechkin was completely convinced that he did not have a problem, thank you very much.
He was not addicted to nicotine, and he sure as hell was not addicted to one Sasha Semin. He could quit both any time he wanted to, so that wasn’t a problem. The only possible issue was that maybe he didn’t exactly want to.
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Sasha was forceful and always knew what he wanted; Alex would give him that much. The day he was appointed the “C”, he distinctly remembered Sasha going out of his way to remind him who was still the boss behind closed doors, particularly in the bedroom. He tied Alex up, brought him to the brink without letting him come so many times that Alex’s eyes rolled back in his head and he thought for sure he would explode from the pressure. Sasha only grinned evilly and continued to tease Alex with his hands and tongue to the point that Alex wasn’t even sure what was pain and what was pleasure anymore.
He may be a bitch, but Sasha was the head bitch in charge.
So when Sasha approached him with his whole “let’s both give up nicotine as a new year’s resolution” thing, it wasn’t really a choice but actually more of a command. Alex nodded dismissively and pulled Sasha into a harsh kiss, holding his hands behind his back and trying to impose his own authority. Sasha melted into him and for once didn’t resist, which Alex considered to be a win in his case.
He didn’t really believe that Sasha was actually serious about his crazy resolution idea. That was until they were at a party to celebrate the New Year and he stepped out for a celebratory cigarette, and out of nowhere Sasha snuck up behind him, stole the cancer stick out of his mouth and threw it on the floor. He then proceeded to smash the cigarette into the ground with the toe of his very expensive shoe.
“What the fuck, Sasha?” Alex asked with all of the resentment that he could muster.
“We had a deal.”
“What?” Alex asked in obvious confusion.
“New Year’s resolution. No nicotine.”
“You were serious about that?”
He gave Alex one of those glares, the type that usually means he’s not getting sex that night. Alex silently cursed under his breath and quickly did the calculations in his head of how much he’d have to give up in order to get sex in return. With the amount of bitchiness that Sasha was currently exuding, the odds didn’t seem too good in his favor. And so Alex decided to shrug him off, returned to the party and found more than one beautiful girl to dance with at a time.
Fuck it, if he wasn’t going to be getting any from Sasha, then he might as well be getting it from somewhere. He was not overly into the girls, but they were there and they were attractive enough. He felt more than a little disgusted when they both started grinding on top of him and he saw Sasha watching from across the room. His first instinct was to push the girls away and run back to Sasha, crawling on his hands and knees if need be. But he was Ovechkin; he didn’t just give in that easily. If Sasha wanted him, then Sasha was going to have to come to him and not the other way around.
For the rest of the night, Alex drowned himself in the bass of the music, the feel of the sweat from the dancing girls, and the taste of some expensive vodka. But even after Sasha had left the party unannounced and disappeared without a trace, Alex did not touch a cigarette for the rest of the night.
He didn’t see Sasha back at his house for several days. Even when he finally showed up, Sasha barely talked to him and the tension in the air was palpable. Every time he tried to engage Sasha in conversation, he would turn his head the other way and ignore him completely. Alex forced himself to remember why he loved being with Sasha in the first place.
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Although he would probably never admit it out loud to the media or the fans, or even to his other teammates, sometimes Alex had a strong and intense feeling of homesickness. Besides Varly, Sasha was the only real connection he felt he had left to the mother country. At times there would be these little reminders, another Russian on the team they were playing against speaking in their native tongue, or a mention of a good home-cooked meal he couldn’t get in the States, and his mind would wander to thoughts of what it’d be like to just pack his things up and go back home.
Even though it became increasingly difficult, Alex tried talking to his mom on the phone every day. He kept his speech light-hearted for her sake, not wanting her to think that he was having any doubts or bad feelings. She was always supportive of him no matter what he chose to do, but Alex didn’t want to give her any unneeded reason to worry.
One time he talked to her on the phone in the morning while lying in bed with Sasha, running his hand through Sasha’s hair as he tried to make sense of his mother’s words. It was already past dinnertime in Moscow, but he hadn’t even had his morning meal yet. Without the proper nourishment Alex’s brain was foggy, and he had to force himself to keep up with what was going on at normal speed around him.
When Sasha moaned into his hand and then proceeded to kiss a path down Alex’s neck, he had to fight to hold on to the phone and not give anything away with his own verbal response.
“Is that boy there with you?” his mom asked, to keen for her own good. Having heard the voice over the phone, Sasha froze in mid-kiss. Alex grabbed onto the back of his head, threading his fingers through Sasha’s hair as he directed Sasha to continue.
“He’s not a boy, mom,” Alex said. “And yes he’s here.” He offered Sasha the tiniest of grins, just to let him know that he was the specific topic of conversation.
“Well tell him that I send all my love,” she said. “You two are good for each other.”
It was getting to be a little too much for Alex, so he ended the conversation with promises to return her phone calls later.
As soon as closed the phone, Sasha’s lips were against his and he was being pressed down into the mattress. Alex felt a low growl being emitted from his own throat, and he heard Sasha respond with his own vibrating purr. He gripped the back of Sasha’s neck as he pulled him in closer, and he could feel Sasha’s smile against the side of his mouth. They kissed long and slow, Alex taking his time and not allowing Sasha to quicken the pace. He needed time to enjoy the taste, instead of wanting things to lead right to sex as they usually did.
Sasha pulled away a few minutes later, blinking slowly as he looked down at Alex. “I heard all of your phone conversation, you know. So your mother loves me, does she?” he asked, a devious grin forming on his normally serious face.
Alex grimaced at the mental image Sasha’s words created in his mind. “She’s not the one I want to be thinking about when I’m in bed with you.”
“Then why did you answer the phone?”
He had a good point but Alex wasn’t about to admit that, so he tried a new tactic. Alex sat up straight in bed, grabbed Sasha and pulled the other man towards him, wrapping his arms around Sasha’s back. He could feel Sasha’s growing interest against his thigh, but he purposefully ignored it. Alex nipped at his lips and then down his neck before beginning to suck on the skin where his collarbone met his shoulder.
“Stop that,” Sasha whined half-heartedly. Alex continued on anyway, knowing that Sasha was really enjoying it even with his protests. After he had sucked at the skin there enough to leave a definite mark, putting a claim to his territory, Alex decided he wanted to get Sasha back for what he’d done the night Alex was named captain.
Without warning or wasting any more time with foreplay, Alex flipped Sasha onto his stomach and began licking a path down his spine. He knew how Sasha must have felt, squirming around as Alex’s week-long growth of stubble tickled the top of his ass. Alex brought his tongue out to lick at Sasha’s hole over and over again, and delighted in the sounds that Sasha made while his hands tangled in the sheets.
“Alex, please,” he started to beg after a while. Alex knew what he wanted, for Alex to get on with it and fuck him already, but he chose to tease a bit more instead of giving it to him. He moved his mouth to Sasha’s right ass cheek and bit the tight, smooth skin there, pleased when he heard Sasha’s answering yelp.
“This is mine,” Alex growled through his teeth. His left hand lifted up in order to slap the other side of Sasha’s ass, emphasizing his point. “And this is mine too.”
Sasha turned his head around until he was looking right at Alex, and the look he gave him could have cut glass. “I get it. I’m yours,” he said.
“Good.”
Alex thought about nothing else besides the glorious feel of Sasha clenching around him as he fucked Sasha’s ass into the mattress. Not his family, not playing hockey, and not the recent desires he felt to return home, none of his current worries entered his mind. He was most grateful for Sasha for providing him the distraction.
That Alex was in love with him only made the whole situation that much better.
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Two weeks into the new year and Sasha was already pretty much insufferable. Alex rarely thought about chewing or smoking any more, and it actually helped him focus more on his conditioning and the game. But Sasha himself didn’t seem to being doing as well with his own resolution to quit nicotine, as his mood continually soured while the days passed.
“You’re being an ass,” Alex finally snapped one day, unable to take the silence and lack of sex any longer. This had to change, and it had to change now.
“I thought you loved my ass the most,” Sasha responded cheekily. Alex could have slapped him, but he knew that wouldn’t give him the results he wanted and so he refrained. Instead Alex grabbed onto his arm to prevent him from just walking away again.
“What is your problem? Really.”
Sasha pulled his arm back and said in a mocking tone, “I’m fine. Really.”
“Then why won’t you even fucking talk to me?”
“We talk. We’re talking now.”
This was so ridiculous, Alex narrowed his eyes. “Barely.”
“Maybe I just don’t really want to talk to the man that would shove his relations with slutty girls right in my face.”
Alex couldn’t believe he was still upset over that. Withdrawal from nicotine seemed like a much more reasonable explanation for his pissy attitude, but Alex didn’t want to mention that yet. “We just danced. It’s not like I fucked them or anything.”
“What, do you want to get an award or something?”
“No,” Alex answered. He cupped the sides of Sasha’s face and held him in close. “I just want to fuck you.” Alex leaned in to kiss him and expected that Sasha would give in to him as per usual, so he was surprised when Sasha pulled away from him instead.
“I can’t do that.”
“Why the hell not?”
“I said I wouldn’t have sex with you again unless you gave up your smoking habit.”
Alex briefly recalled Sasha mentioning something like that way back when he first brought up his crazy ‘let’s kick the habit together’ idea, but it must have escaped his mind.
“I haven’t smoked in two fucking weeks,” he said, oddly proud of himself.
Sasha was silent for a moment as he just stood there staring. He seemed to be calculating in his mind what to say before speaking again. “Are you telling the truth?”
“Of course. I haven’t even touched a cigarette since that party.”
Sasha took another moment searching his face before he stepped closer to Alex, putting a hand behind his neck and bringing him forward. “Thank you. I just wanted to know that you cared enough for me to try it.”
“I’d do anything if you asked,” Alex said, and he was surprised to find that he actually meant it. Sasha smiled in return and leaned in to kiss him hungrily. Finally, Alex thought. It had been way too fucking long without the taste of Sasha on his lips.
They didn’t even make it to the bed. Alex fucked him in the living room, Sasha bent over the side of the couch as Alex pounded into him. The weeks they’d been apart felt more like months, and Alex wanted to make up for lost time. When he came, it seemed like he almost blacked out for a moment from the intensity. Sasha followed soon after and then turned around to kiss him again, a ridiculous smile on his face the entire time. Knowing that he had Sasha back, hopefully for good, Alex was glad that he had unconsciously given up his nicotine addiction.
Some habits were much easier to quit than sex with the best man he’d ever been with.
Author: missy7280
Pairing: Alex Ovechkin/Sasha Semin
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 (to be safe); rimming, tiny amount of bondage
Word Count: 2,305
Summary: Alex is absolutely not addicted to Sasha. Except, maybe he is.
Notes: Written for goingvogue. Happy holidays to you! ;) I hope I didn’t screw up the characterizations too much.
Alex Ovechkin was completely convinced that he did not have a problem, thank you very much.
He was not addicted to nicotine, and he sure as hell was not addicted to one Sasha Semin. He could quit both any time he wanted to, so that wasn’t a problem. The only possible issue was that maybe he didn’t exactly want to.
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Sasha was forceful and always knew what he wanted; Alex would give him that much. The day he was appointed the “C”, he distinctly remembered Sasha going out of his way to remind him who was still the boss behind closed doors, particularly in the bedroom. He tied Alex up, brought him to the brink without letting him come so many times that Alex’s eyes rolled back in his head and he thought for sure he would explode from the pressure. Sasha only grinned evilly and continued to tease Alex with his hands and tongue to the point that Alex wasn’t even sure what was pain and what was pleasure anymore.
He may be a bitch, but Sasha was the head bitch in charge.
So when Sasha approached him with his whole “let’s both give up nicotine as a new year’s resolution” thing, it wasn’t really a choice but actually more of a command. Alex nodded dismissively and pulled Sasha into a harsh kiss, holding his hands behind his back and trying to impose his own authority. Sasha melted into him and for once didn’t resist, which Alex considered to be a win in his case.
He didn’t really believe that Sasha was actually serious about his crazy resolution idea. That was until they were at a party to celebrate the New Year and he stepped out for a celebratory cigarette, and out of nowhere Sasha snuck up behind him, stole the cancer stick out of his mouth and threw it on the floor. He then proceeded to smash the cigarette into the ground with the toe of his very expensive shoe.
“What the fuck, Sasha?” Alex asked with all of the resentment that he could muster.
“We had a deal.”
“What?” Alex asked in obvious confusion.
“New Year’s resolution. No nicotine.”
“You were serious about that?”
He gave Alex one of those glares, the type that usually means he’s not getting sex that night. Alex silently cursed under his breath and quickly did the calculations in his head of how much he’d have to give up in order to get sex in return. With the amount of bitchiness that Sasha was currently exuding, the odds didn’t seem too good in his favor. And so Alex decided to shrug him off, returned to the party and found more than one beautiful girl to dance with at a time.
Fuck it, if he wasn’t going to be getting any from Sasha, then he might as well be getting it from somewhere. He was not overly into the girls, but they were there and they were attractive enough. He felt more than a little disgusted when they both started grinding on top of him and he saw Sasha watching from across the room. His first instinct was to push the girls away and run back to Sasha, crawling on his hands and knees if need be. But he was Ovechkin; he didn’t just give in that easily. If Sasha wanted him, then Sasha was going to have to come to him and not the other way around.
For the rest of the night, Alex drowned himself in the bass of the music, the feel of the sweat from the dancing girls, and the taste of some expensive vodka. But even after Sasha had left the party unannounced and disappeared without a trace, Alex did not touch a cigarette for the rest of the night.
He didn’t see Sasha back at his house for several days. Even when he finally showed up, Sasha barely talked to him and the tension in the air was palpable. Every time he tried to engage Sasha in conversation, he would turn his head the other way and ignore him completely. Alex forced himself to remember why he loved being with Sasha in the first place.
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Although he would probably never admit it out loud to the media or the fans, or even to his other teammates, sometimes Alex had a strong and intense feeling of homesickness. Besides Varly, Sasha was the only real connection he felt he had left to the mother country. At times there would be these little reminders, another Russian on the team they were playing against speaking in their native tongue, or a mention of a good home-cooked meal he couldn’t get in the States, and his mind would wander to thoughts of what it’d be like to just pack his things up and go back home.
Even though it became increasingly difficult, Alex tried talking to his mom on the phone every day. He kept his speech light-hearted for her sake, not wanting her to think that he was having any doubts or bad feelings. She was always supportive of him no matter what he chose to do, but Alex didn’t want to give her any unneeded reason to worry.
One time he talked to her on the phone in the morning while lying in bed with Sasha, running his hand through Sasha’s hair as he tried to make sense of his mother’s words. It was already past dinnertime in Moscow, but he hadn’t even had his morning meal yet. Without the proper nourishment Alex’s brain was foggy, and he had to force himself to keep up with what was going on at normal speed around him.
When Sasha moaned into his hand and then proceeded to kiss a path down Alex’s neck, he had to fight to hold on to the phone and not give anything away with his own verbal response.
“Is that boy there with you?” his mom asked, to keen for her own good. Having heard the voice over the phone, Sasha froze in mid-kiss. Alex grabbed onto the back of his head, threading his fingers through Sasha’s hair as he directed Sasha to continue.
“He’s not a boy, mom,” Alex said. “And yes he’s here.” He offered Sasha the tiniest of grins, just to let him know that he was the specific topic of conversation.
“Well tell him that I send all my love,” she said. “You two are good for each other.”
It was getting to be a little too much for Alex, so he ended the conversation with promises to return her phone calls later.
As soon as closed the phone, Sasha’s lips were against his and he was being pressed down into the mattress. Alex felt a low growl being emitted from his own throat, and he heard Sasha respond with his own vibrating purr. He gripped the back of Sasha’s neck as he pulled him in closer, and he could feel Sasha’s smile against the side of his mouth. They kissed long and slow, Alex taking his time and not allowing Sasha to quicken the pace. He needed time to enjoy the taste, instead of wanting things to lead right to sex as they usually did.
Sasha pulled away a few minutes later, blinking slowly as he looked down at Alex. “I heard all of your phone conversation, you know. So your mother loves me, does she?” he asked, a devious grin forming on his normally serious face.
Alex grimaced at the mental image Sasha’s words created in his mind. “She’s not the one I want to be thinking about when I’m in bed with you.”
“Then why did you answer the phone?”
He had a good point but Alex wasn’t about to admit that, so he tried a new tactic. Alex sat up straight in bed, grabbed Sasha and pulled the other man towards him, wrapping his arms around Sasha’s back. He could feel Sasha’s growing interest against his thigh, but he purposefully ignored it. Alex nipped at his lips and then down his neck before beginning to suck on the skin where his collarbone met his shoulder.
“Stop that,” Sasha whined half-heartedly. Alex continued on anyway, knowing that Sasha was really enjoying it even with his protests. After he had sucked at the skin there enough to leave a definite mark, putting a claim to his territory, Alex decided he wanted to get Sasha back for what he’d done the night Alex was named captain.
Without warning or wasting any more time with foreplay, Alex flipped Sasha onto his stomach and began licking a path down his spine. He knew how Sasha must have felt, squirming around as Alex’s week-long growth of stubble tickled the top of his ass. Alex brought his tongue out to lick at Sasha’s hole over and over again, and delighted in the sounds that Sasha made while his hands tangled in the sheets.
“Alex, please,” he started to beg after a while. Alex knew what he wanted, for Alex to get on with it and fuck him already, but he chose to tease a bit more instead of giving it to him. He moved his mouth to Sasha’s right ass cheek and bit the tight, smooth skin there, pleased when he heard Sasha’s answering yelp.
“This is mine,” Alex growled through his teeth. His left hand lifted up in order to slap the other side of Sasha’s ass, emphasizing his point. “And this is mine too.”
Sasha turned his head around until he was looking right at Alex, and the look he gave him could have cut glass. “I get it. I’m yours,” he said.
“Good.”
Alex thought about nothing else besides the glorious feel of Sasha clenching around him as he fucked Sasha’s ass into the mattress. Not his family, not playing hockey, and not the recent desires he felt to return home, none of his current worries entered his mind. He was most grateful for Sasha for providing him the distraction.
That Alex was in love with him only made the whole situation that much better.
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Two weeks into the new year and Sasha was already pretty much insufferable. Alex rarely thought about chewing or smoking any more, and it actually helped him focus more on his conditioning and the game. But Sasha himself didn’t seem to being doing as well with his own resolution to quit nicotine, as his mood continually soured while the days passed.
“You’re being an ass,” Alex finally snapped one day, unable to take the silence and lack of sex any longer. This had to change, and it had to change now.
“I thought you loved my ass the most,” Sasha responded cheekily. Alex could have slapped him, but he knew that wouldn’t give him the results he wanted and so he refrained. Instead Alex grabbed onto his arm to prevent him from just walking away again.
“What is your problem? Really.”
Sasha pulled his arm back and said in a mocking tone, “I’m fine. Really.”
“Then why won’t you even fucking talk to me?”
“We talk. We’re talking now.”
This was so ridiculous, Alex narrowed his eyes. “Barely.”
“Maybe I just don’t really want to talk to the man that would shove his relations with slutty girls right in my face.”
Alex couldn’t believe he was still upset over that. Withdrawal from nicotine seemed like a much more reasonable explanation for his pissy attitude, but Alex didn’t want to mention that yet. “We just danced. It’s not like I fucked them or anything.”
“What, do you want to get an award or something?”
“No,” Alex answered. He cupped the sides of Sasha’s face and held him in close. “I just want to fuck you.” Alex leaned in to kiss him and expected that Sasha would give in to him as per usual, so he was surprised when Sasha pulled away from him instead.
“I can’t do that.”
“Why the hell not?”
“I said I wouldn’t have sex with you again unless you gave up your smoking habit.”
Alex briefly recalled Sasha mentioning something like that way back when he first brought up his crazy ‘let’s kick the habit together’ idea, but it must have escaped his mind.
“I haven’t smoked in two fucking weeks,” he said, oddly proud of himself.
Sasha was silent for a moment as he just stood there staring. He seemed to be calculating in his mind what to say before speaking again. “Are you telling the truth?”
“Of course. I haven’t even touched a cigarette since that party.”
Sasha took another moment searching his face before he stepped closer to Alex, putting a hand behind his neck and bringing him forward. “Thank you. I just wanted to know that you cared enough for me to try it.”
“I’d do anything if you asked,” Alex said, and he was surprised to find that he actually meant it. Sasha smiled in return and leaned in to kiss him hungrily. Finally, Alex thought. It had been way too fucking long without the taste of Sasha on his lips.
They didn’t even make it to the bed. Alex fucked him in the living room, Sasha bent over the side of the couch as Alex pounded into him. The weeks they’d been apart felt more like months, and Alex wanted to make up for lost time. When he came, it seemed like he almost blacked out for a moment from the intensity. Sasha followed soon after and then turned around to kiss him again, a ridiculous smile on his face the entire time. Knowing that he had Sasha back, hopefully for good, Alex was glad that he had unconsciously given up his nicotine addiction.
Some habits were much easier to quit than sex with the best man he’d ever been with.