A story about Gay Hockey Players...
that I wrote back in 2005 ... 6 years ago! LOL ... it has not been edited so it's probably full of mistakes. Rated PG 13 for innuendos XD;;
The Kiss!!
Stretching leisurely and yawning, a pair of green eyes gazed across the apartment at a young man of about 19,who sat at a dinner table studying an English textbook. He had a darkly tanned complexion and his well muscled arms, bare and exposed, gave away that he was the epitome of an athletic Star, an amazing hockey player.
The green eyed boy rested his gaze upon his roommate for a moment until finally he decided to wander across the room towards him, noticing that he appeared to be having a little trouble with something.
“Having a problem with something, Fedor??”
The young Czech looked up at his Canadian friend and nodded.
“Yes, I don’t fully understand what this word means, Zac,” replied Fedor in a heavy accent, as he pointed to a word in the text book.
Zac moved closer to his friend and as he stood beside him, looked at what word he was pointing to.
Smiling ever so slightly, Fedor glanced over at his roommate and paused for a moment as Zac leaned forward to get a closer look and examined the word.
“Hm… You smell really good right now, Zac,” said Fedor suddenly in an off-handed tone.
At this sudden comment, Zac stood up straight and stepped back, raising a brow.
“Er… thanks… I think,” he replied hesitantly, brushing a lock of chestnut brown hair from his emerald eyes.
“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong??” enquired Fedor, his deep brown eyes resting upon the shocked Zac.
“Er… well… No, I guess not… it just seemed like an odd comment,” Zac replied, shrugging,” anyway, that word means…”
But Zac found his words being cut short.
“And if I said that I think you are hot, would that be odd too??” asked Fedor innocently as he began to stand up and move towards the other boy.
“Um… Er… Well… I… uh… What??” Zac stammered stupidly.
Fedor simply just smirked.
“Are… are you just trying to freak me out or something, Fedor??”
Still, Fedor said nothing but continued to move closer, reaching towards Zac’s glasses.
The young Canadian blinked, confused.
“Wha… what are you doing?!?!”
Fedor moved uncomfortably close to Zac so that they were practically face to face and removed his glasses, placing them gently on a nearby shelf.
And then, leaning towards him, he smirked.
A feeling of Panic and tension rushed through Zac’s body as he tried to back away from the Advancing young man, but he found himself backed against the wall. Before he knew it, he was caught in a lip lock with the other boy.
He choked slightly.
What a strange feeling this was, after suffering the initial shock, Zac found himself enjoying it.
“What the hell?!?! I’m being kissed by another guy… and it feels so good,” he thought to himself,” this is Insane!”
But soon, his thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind and the sheer exhilaration and pleasure took over. He pressed himself close to his ’friend,’ sinking deep into the kiss.
His body shuddered with ecstasy as he felt Fedor’s hands sliding up under his tee-shirt.
In turn, he wrapped one arm around the young Czech‘s waist sliding his hand into the back pocket of his faded jeans. He ran his other hand through Fedor’s dark chocolate brown hair, then let it drop down to his other back pocket.
A few long and passionate minutes finally passed and the two broke apart.
“That word… Lust, it means desire, want,” sighed Zac dreamily, his voice quiet.
He tried to catch his breath as he gazed at Fedor, mystified.
Fedor ran his own hand through his hair now and grinned mischievously at Zac.
“I know…” he replied cheekily as he moved to the table to pick up his English book . Glancing once more over his shoulder at Zac he smirked again and went into his bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Zac stared dumbfounded after him and blinked, shaking his head slightly.
“Wait… what just happened?? “Why did he do that??” He asked himself, his curiosity now peaked.
Suddenly, he had an urge to follow Fedor into the bedroom.
He took a couple of steps towards to room, reaching out towards the door knob.
He shook slightly with anticipation and excitement as he opened the door slowly and stepped inside.
“Fedor, I…”
© Raven Dunbar. 2005
The Kiss!!
Stretching leisurely and yawning, a pair of green eyes gazed across the apartment at a young man of about 19,who sat at a dinner table studying an English textbook. He had a darkly tanned complexion and his well muscled arms, bare and exposed, gave away that he was the epitome of an athletic Star, an amazing hockey player.
The green eyed boy rested his gaze upon his roommate for a moment until finally he decided to wander across the room towards him, noticing that he appeared to be having a little trouble with something.
“Having a problem with something, Fedor??”
The young Czech looked up at his Canadian friend and nodded.
“Yes, I don’t fully understand what this word means, Zac,” replied Fedor in a heavy accent, as he pointed to a word in the text book.
Zac moved closer to his friend and as he stood beside him, looked at what word he was pointing to.
Smiling ever so slightly, Fedor glanced over at his roommate and paused for a moment as Zac leaned forward to get a closer look and examined the word.
“Hm… You smell really good right now, Zac,” said Fedor suddenly in an off-handed tone.
At this sudden comment, Zac stood up straight and stepped back, raising a brow.
“Er… thanks… I think,” he replied hesitantly, brushing a lock of chestnut brown hair from his emerald eyes.
“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong??” enquired Fedor, his deep brown eyes resting upon the shocked Zac.
“Er… well… No, I guess not… it just seemed like an odd comment,” Zac replied, shrugging,” anyway, that word means…”
But Zac found his words being cut short.
“And if I said that I think you are hot, would that be odd too??” asked Fedor innocently as he began to stand up and move towards the other boy.
“Um… Er… Well… I… uh… What??” Zac stammered stupidly.
Fedor simply just smirked.
“Are… are you just trying to freak me out or something, Fedor??”
Still, Fedor said nothing but continued to move closer, reaching towards Zac’s glasses.
The young Canadian blinked, confused.
“Wha… what are you doing?!?!”
Fedor moved uncomfortably close to Zac so that they were practically face to face and removed his glasses, placing them gently on a nearby shelf.
And then, leaning towards him, he smirked.
A feeling of Panic and tension rushed through Zac’s body as he tried to back away from the Advancing young man, but he found himself backed against the wall. Before he knew it, he was caught in a lip lock with the other boy.
He choked slightly.
What a strange feeling this was, after suffering the initial shock, Zac found himself enjoying it.
“What the hell?!?! I’m being kissed by another guy… and it feels so good,” he thought to himself,” this is Insane!”
But soon, his thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind and the sheer exhilaration and pleasure took over. He pressed himself close to his ’friend,’ sinking deep into the kiss.
His body shuddered with ecstasy as he felt Fedor’s hands sliding up under his tee-shirt.
In turn, he wrapped one arm around the young Czech‘s waist sliding his hand into the back pocket of his faded jeans. He ran his other hand through Fedor’s dark chocolate brown hair, then let it drop down to his other back pocket.
A few long and passionate minutes finally passed and the two broke apart.
“That word… Lust, it means desire, want,” sighed Zac dreamily, his voice quiet.
He tried to catch his breath as he gazed at Fedor, mystified.
Fedor ran his own hand through his hair now and grinned mischievously at Zac.
“I know…” he replied cheekily as he moved to the table to pick up his English book . Glancing once more over his shoulder at Zac he smirked again and went into his bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Zac stared dumbfounded after him and blinked, shaking his head slightly.
“Wait… what just happened?? “Why did he do that??” He asked himself, his curiosity now peaked.
Suddenly, he had an urge to follow Fedor into the bedroom.
He took a couple of steps towards to room, reaching out towards the door knob.
He shook slightly with anticipation and excitement as he opened the door slowly and stepped inside.
“Fedor, I…”
© Raven Dunbar. 2005