Rating: PG-13
Original Date of Completion: October 2002
Disclaimer: I own them all, and I'm not sharing. This is completely fake, and conjured in the confines of my demented little mind, so don't sue me.
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He's standing there grinning as I step off the ice. I walk up to him and duck into the tiny hallway, pulling him along with me. In an instant, our lips meet. This was a new thing we'd adopted this season, and so far we'd had no complaints. But then again, it did involve kissing and that was something we could never get enough of. And since this hallway was literally worthless, with no actual exit, and no rooms coming off of it, it provided the perfect secret make out spot for us after games. We'd only had a few games to break it in, but so far so good.
When we broke the kiss, I slid down the wall still in full gear, and pulled him down with me. My shoulder pads hit the wall with a soft thud, the noise echoing loudly down the hall. Kris, dressed back in the black dress pants and grey sweater he'd worn to the game, grinned at he sat down next to me. As the sleeve of his sweater rubbed against my arm, I was able to remember just WHY he was back in his street clothes already, with the game ending just a minute ago. No, he didn't just not shower and get dressed. You could tell he showered; his hair was styled perfectly, no sweat to be seen, and the faint aroma of his cologne wafted through the air. No, he'd had a good half hour or so get showered and dressed. All because of a stupid referee, and a diving Flame. I glared at the thought, shaking my head before resting it against the wall. Kris looked at me in query, eliciting a slight giggle from me.
"Did the wall piss you off or something?" He asked, leaning back beside me.
I giggled, and rested my head on his shoulder. "Nah, I don't mind the wall. The ref that called you though..." I shook my head.
He sighed loudly, shaking his head and kicking at the wall. "That was bullshit. He saw me coming,"
I reached over and squeezed his knee, leaving my hand just above it when I finished. "I know he did. But it was still a bad play to make,"
If one could freeze from a glare, I'd be a popsicle from the glare he shot at me. I smiled timidly at him, but the glare remained. I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes, which only increased the glare on his face. That glare might intimidate someone else, but it just amused me. I'd been seeing it for the better part of six years now. Even before we got together it didn't scare me, and it lost even more effect once we did. Since the Sergei tension disappeared, the constant joking around we always did made a big return. And with that came a liberal amount of glaring, from both of us, but mostly from him (I had a lot more to cut on him about.) The more I saw the glare, the cuter it became. So I couldn't see it now without a smile busting out on my face.
"I really hate you," He pouted, turning his head away from me. "You and all of your sexilicious short handed goals,"
I could hear the grin in his voice by the time he finished. I grabbed his chin, pulling his face back to me and driving my lips onto his. I felt him smile beneath the kiss, and I took the opportunity to slide my tongue into his mouth. He moaned as our tongues connected, slipping his hand into my sweat drenched hair. He tugged at it lightly as I nibbled at his bottom lip, whimpering quietly into my mouth. When I let his lips slip from between my teeth, he pulled away and leaned back against the wall, panting, but with a grin on his face.
"I still hate you, making fun of me," He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.
With a grin I slid closer to him. I grazed my hand slowly up his chest, pressing against the solid muscle hidden beneath the sweater with my palm. He watched me with a grin, amusement flickering in his vibrant blue eyes. I just smiled at him and rested my chin on his shoulder. I felt him shiver as my breath neared his ear, my finger tracing around the collar of his sweater. As I licked his earlobe, he sucked in a sharp breath.
"If you didn't make bad plays, I wouldn't have to make fun of you," I whispered in his ear.
"It...wasn't...that...bad...of a play," He stammered as I sucked at his earlobe.
"Oh, it was bad," I breathed. "Naughty even,"
I bit down on his earlobe, coaxing a loud moan from him. I grinned and slowly dragged my mouth down his neck. He whimpered as I sucked at his neck, his fingers clenching in my jersey. When I reached his pulse spot, I stopped, marveling at the soft beat against my tongue. I enjoyed it for only a second before I pulled away from his neck, and lifted my eyes to his. He grinned, the lust in his eyes bright enough to light the dim hall. I knew that lust would just be wasted away, neither of us were ready to use it yet, but just seeing it brought a smile to my face. I leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek before slowly getting to my feet.
I steadied myself on the skates, leaning against the wall for extra support. Kris, already back in his deck shoes, hopped up beside me and pushed me against the wall. I lost my footing immediately, but his strong arms kept me vertical. I smiled as I regained my footing, and slipped my arms around his neck. Our lips met briefly, just three simple kisses, before he pulled away and buried his face in my neck. Instinctively my hands nestled in his hair.
"So, naughty you say?" He asked coyly, biting at the skin of my neck.
I giggled and clenched my hand in his hair. "Yes, very. Naughty boy," I spoke seductively, fighting desperately to stop from erupting in laughter. Thankfully, with the help of biting my tongue I was successful.
He pulled away from my neck and stared at me with a smirk. In a flash, he leaned forward and licked down my cheek, sending me back against the wall in shock. My hand snapped quickly to my cheek, rubbing it in disbelief. He'd never done anything like that before, but I can't say it freaked me out. Judging by the stirring in my pants, I quite enjoyed it. A grin spread slowly across my lips, which was met with a giggle from Kris. He inched forward slowly, and placed his hands on my hips.
"If I'm so naughty," He breathed, his breath caressing my ear. "Then I guess I should be punished, right?"
I nodded slowly, trying to will back the painful hardening in my pants. "Most definitely," I whispered, moaning out as his tongue met my ear.
My moans didn't last long before his tongue left my ear. In an instant all contact was lost, and he was walking down the hall. I turned to him slowly, unable to move from the shock of my sudden loss. I watched him walk away in silence, my eyes paying particular attention to the way the dress pants framed his ass. Not to my surprise the straining in my pants increased; I think I had a complaint about our hall routine now. I watched him until he reached the exit, snapping my eyes from his ass as he turned around.
"Well the referees already did," He cackled, and did an annoying dance of victory. I glared at him, and he cackled again. "I'm a lot naughtier than you thought."
He spun on his heel and walked away, leaving me alone in the hall with a painful ache in my pants, and only one thought in mind. He certainly WAS naughtier than I thought.....
THE END
© 2002 Triple X
