Road Trip
Title: Road Trip
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Zach Parise/Travis Zajac
Rating: R
Word count: 960
Disclaimer: This drabble was written for fun, not for profit. It is a work of fiction and in no way is intended to reflect on the lifestyles of the persons on whom it is based.
Written for : Birthday gift for teas_me, who requested Zach Parise/Travis Zajac, UST culminating in RST
Summary: The first road trip of the season is an opportunity to bond.
Usually, Travis enjoyed the first long road trip of the season. It served to help the team bond without the added distractions of friends and family and the normal routine of life outside of hockey. On the road, it was nothing but hockey.
This season, however, Travis has been assigned to room with Zach. He liked his linemate well enough, but that was the problem. Travis liked Zach perhaps a little too well. He had no business developing a mancrush on his teammate, but Travis couldn't help himself. He'd managed to play it cool so far, but he wasn't sure if he could handle sharing a room with Zach.
Travis vowed to stay strong.
Day 1
The team arrived at the hotel late, and they barely had time to check in and stow their belongings in their rooms before they were to meet up again for a team dinner.
Travis was glad of the reprieve. Eventually, however, he had to return to his room. The room he was sharing with Zach. Travis kept his eyes on the TV when Zach began to get undressed. However, he couldn't help but sneak a peek when his linemate walked away from him, towards the bathroom. Zach was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers that showcased a firm ass and powerful thighs, toned by skating.
Travis groaned and tried to distract himself by imagining Ken Daneyko in a tutu. It worked. Somewhat.
Day 2
Travis wanked in the shower the following morning, then attended a tough practice. Afterwards, he escaped the hotel to spend some time with a few teammates, breathing a sigh of relief when Zach elected not to go. Travis couldn't hide forever though, and he returned to the hotel for a short nap.
He managed to avoid Zach for most of the evening, choosing to sit as far from his roommate as possible at dinner. When the two of them returned to their room for the night, Zach kept up a steady stream of chatter, asking what Travis wanted to watch on TV and talking about tomorrow night's game.
Zach hit the shower before bedtime, and he emerged with nothing but a towel riding low on his hips. Travis gulped and bent one leg up, hoping to hide his burgeoning erection from Zach.
Day 3
Travis didn't get much sleep during the pre-game nap. He tossed and turned and tried not to stare too hard at Zach, who was sleeping like a baby. Travis was relieved when it was time to get ready for the game.
The two of them returned to their room later, weary and dispirited. The team had lost in a shootout. Travis had racked up his first double minor for roughing in the game, but the penalty had been worth it.
"Thanks," said Zach. He'd been driven into the boards by an opposing defenseman, and Travis had gone after the d-man. Zach clapped a hand on Travis' shoulder and met and held his eyes.
Travis felt his breath stall, and he froze. At this range, he could see Zach's pupils dilate, and Zach's tongue flicked out to dampen his lips. Travis leaned forward.
Zach's cell phone rang, breaking the odd tension between them. He turned away to answer it, and Travis flung himself wearily across his bed. He needed to get some sleep; they had an early flight in the morning.
Day 4
Another day, another city.
Travis had hoped to sleep on the plane, but his mind had been whirling as he mentally replayed what had occurred between him and Zach last night. Of course, neither of them had brought it up again, but Travis sensed a subtle change between them.
The team played again tonight, and Travis wasted another opportunity to catch a nap prior to the game. He wasn't sure Zach slept, either.
After a victory, Travis and Zach were both in an exuberant mood when they returned to their hotel room. They bumped shoulders and high-fived one another, which led to more physical rough housing. A friendly shove from Zach sent Travis sprawling across one of the beds, but not before he hooked a forearm around his roomie's neck and dragged Zach down with him.
Travis gasped when Zach landed atop him, and not from the impact. His body responded immediately to the situation, and Travis pushed his hips up slightly. Zach's eyes widened, and he went very still.
Travis was mortified. "Shit," he swore. "I-"
The rest of his words were muffled when Zach crushed their lips together. From there, the floodgates opened, and Travis went with the flow. He opened to the pressure of Zach's mouth, kissing him back. They twisted together on the bed, grinding their groins together and clutching at one another with rough, urgent hands. For Travis, it was too much, and he arched up beneath Zach and came with a low groan. Fuck, he hadn't come in his pants like that since he was in juniors.
Zach squirmed on top of Travis and stiffened. He buried his face in Travis' neck to stifle a moan as he shuddered against him. Zach raised his head, face flushed and eyes averted. "Shit, sorry about that," he muttered, rolling off of Travis.
"Don't be," said Travis. "I think we needed that." He sat up, wincing slightly when Zach scrambled away to sit on the other bed in their room.
"It won't happen again," Zach muttered, still refusing to look Travis in the eye.
That wasn't what Travis wanted to hear. "Yeah?" he said. "What if I want it to?"
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Zach Parise/Travis Zajac
Rating: R
Word count: 960
Disclaimer: This drabble was written for fun, not for profit. It is a work of fiction and in no way is intended to reflect on the lifestyles of the persons on whom it is based.
Written for : Birthday gift for teas_me, who requested Zach Parise/Travis Zajac, UST culminating in RST
Summary: The first road trip of the season is an opportunity to bond.
Usually, Travis enjoyed the first long road trip of the season. It served to help the team bond without the added distractions of friends and family and the normal routine of life outside of hockey. On the road, it was nothing but hockey.
This season, however, Travis has been assigned to room with Zach. He liked his linemate well enough, but that was the problem. Travis liked Zach perhaps a little too well. He had no business developing a mancrush on his teammate, but Travis couldn't help himself. He'd managed to play it cool so far, but he wasn't sure if he could handle sharing a room with Zach.
Travis vowed to stay strong.
Day 1
The team arrived at the hotel late, and they barely had time to check in and stow their belongings in their rooms before they were to meet up again for a team dinner.
Travis was glad of the reprieve. Eventually, however, he had to return to his room. The room he was sharing with Zach. Travis kept his eyes on the TV when Zach began to get undressed. However, he couldn't help but sneak a peek when his linemate walked away from him, towards the bathroom. Zach was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers that showcased a firm ass and powerful thighs, toned by skating.
Travis groaned and tried to distract himself by imagining Ken Daneyko in a tutu. It worked. Somewhat.
Day 2
Travis wanked in the shower the following morning, then attended a tough practice. Afterwards, he escaped the hotel to spend some time with a few teammates, breathing a sigh of relief when Zach elected not to go. Travis couldn't hide forever though, and he returned to the hotel for a short nap.
He managed to avoid Zach for most of the evening, choosing to sit as far from his roommate as possible at dinner. When the two of them returned to their room for the night, Zach kept up a steady stream of chatter, asking what Travis wanted to watch on TV and talking about tomorrow night's game.
Zach hit the shower before bedtime, and he emerged with nothing but a towel riding low on his hips. Travis gulped and bent one leg up, hoping to hide his burgeoning erection from Zach.
Day 3
Travis didn't get much sleep during the pre-game nap. He tossed and turned and tried not to stare too hard at Zach, who was sleeping like a baby. Travis was relieved when it was time to get ready for the game.
The two of them returned to their room later, weary and dispirited. The team had lost in a shootout. Travis had racked up his first double minor for roughing in the game, but the penalty had been worth it.
"Thanks," said Zach. He'd been driven into the boards by an opposing defenseman, and Travis had gone after the d-man. Zach clapped a hand on Travis' shoulder and met and held his eyes.
Travis felt his breath stall, and he froze. At this range, he could see Zach's pupils dilate, and Zach's tongue flicked out to dampen his lips. Travis leaned forward.
Zach's cell phone rang, breaking the odd tension between them. He turned away to answer it, and Travis flung himself wearily across his bed. He needed to get some sleep; they had an early flight in the morning.
Day 4
Another day, another city.
Travis had hoped to sleep on the plane, but his mind had been whirling as he mentally replayed what had occurred between him and Zach last night. Of course, neither of them had brought it up again, but Travis sensed a subtle change between them.
The team played again tonight, and Travis wasted another opportunity to catch a nap prior to the game. He wasn't sure Zach slept, either.
After a victory, Travis and Zach were both in an exuberant mood when they returned to their hotel room. They bumped shoulders and high-fived one another, which led to more physical rough housing. A friendly shove from Zach sent Travis sprawling across one of the beds, but not before he hooked a forearm around his roomie's neck and dragged Zach down with him.
Travis gasped when Zach landed atop him, and not from the impact. His body responded immediately to the situation, and Travis pushed his hips up slightly. Zach's eyes widened, and he went very still.
Travis was mortified. "Shit," he swore. "I-"
The rest of his words were muffled when Zach crushed their lips together. From there, the floodgates opened, and Travis went with the flow. He opened to the pressure of Zach's mouth, kissing him back. They twisted together on the bed, grinding their groins together and clutching at one another with rough, urgent hands. For Travis, it was too much, and he arched up beneath Zach and came with a low groan. Fuck, he hadn't come in his pants like that since he was in juniors.
Zach squirmed on top of Travis and stiffened. He buried his face in Travis' neck to stifle a moan as he shuddered against him. Zach raised his head, face flushed and eyes averted. "Shit, sorry about that," he muttered, rolling off of Travis.
"Don't be," said Travis. "I think we needed that." He sat up, wincing slightly when Zach scrambled away to sit on the other bed in their room.
"It won't happen again," Zach muttered, still refusing to look Travis in the eye.
That wasn't what Travis wanted to hear. "Yeah?" he said. "What if I want it to?"