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He pulled his hat lower to cover his eyes. He had gotten all the way to the hallway outside the hotel room suite, and didn’t want to be recognized.
He had, however, used his name and face to get past the security guard in the hotel lobby. A big, tough Chicago native, the guard’s eyes had widened, and he had let him through without a word. But even as the man stepped back in awe, his eyes still reflected a certain accusation.
Theo had come within an inch of screaming “I’m not drunk!!” Sometimes the silent, constant accusations were almost enough to drive him toward the nearest bottle. The low, aching craving in his blood was nothing next to the looks in all those random eyes.
This is why he had come. He wanted to forget, oh, everything. He wanted to seek comfort, away from the world of ice of which he was a part. He didn’t want to seek solace in the arms of men who were his teammates, who were more than aware of the things he had done on and off the ice. He wanted something… someone, else.
Theo had had a crush on the man ever since he had seen him glowing on TV about what a huge hockey fan he was. His quick smile, the sparkle in his eyes, had immediately caught Theo’s interest. The carelessly graceful movements of his body underneath the stylish and flashy clothing had held it. And the voice! Theo had even bought all of the group’s CDs, just to hear that voice.
In fact, Theo Fleury of the Chicago Blackhawks knew more about where, when, and how Chris Kirkpatrick sang than every screaming teenybopper he’d walked past to get into the hotel.
At last Theo lifted the brim of his hat and looked around. He had come to the hotel room door where he had been told he would find him. There was no one in the hallway; things seemed relatively quiet. Just as he raised his hand to knock, he froze. What if Chris wasn’t alone? He was, after all, a member of a world-famous band… he could be in there right now with any man of his choice.
That Chris Kirkpatrick liked men, at least, was certain. Theo had heard it confirmed from too many reliable sources. He smiled. It was good to know that his gaydar, at least, was still working.
Fuck it, Theo thought. If there was someone else in there with him, then that was that. He raised his hand again and rapped his knuckles sharply on the door.
“Just a sec!” Theo shivered. It was that voice, and electricity rippled nervously through his body. True to his word, the door opened seconds later, and Chris was standing there. He blinked in surprise.
“Can I help you?” He asked politely.
Theo was stunned into silence for a moment. Chris, no doubt expecting a member of his own posse, had answered the door wearing an old t-shirt and his boxers. Theo looked him up and down and caught his breath.
“Uh… hi,” he said. He flashed his best dazzling smile while he thought of something to say. It seemed to work; Chris smiled back, somewhat bemused. He squinted at him, and Theo shifted uncomfortably.
“I hope I haven’t disturbed you,” Theo said finally. “It’s just that I really wanted to meet you. I’m-”
“Theo Fleury!” Chris smiled, his eyes lighting up. “I thought I recognized you! Wow, it’s great to meet you!”
Theo’s smile didn’t falter, but inside he went shaky with relief. He was fully expecting Chris’ eyes to narrow, the accusations he was so familiar with to seep into his sparking gaze. But there was no trace of it. Chris merely looked… well, thrilled. Theo’s bruised ego buoyed somewhat.
“Yeah,” Theo said. “I guess you ARE a hockey fan.”
“Yeah, definitely,” Chris replied. He paused for a moment, and seemed to be considering.
“Wanna come in?” He asked finally.
“Sure,” Theo replied, a bit quickly. Relief was passing into something else. He was no more than two or three feet away from the subject of his fantasies, and he wanted to find out just how many of those fantasies he could make reality in the little time he had. Chris smiled and opened the door all the way. Theo walked through the door, nothing that Chris didn’t move from the doorway as he did. The two men slid past each other, barely brushing, both scanning the other head to toe. Theo caught the scent of cologne and resisted the urge to press closer and inhale his scent.
As Chris shut the door, Theo took of his jacket, dumping it on one of the armchairs of the suite. The room was large and spacious, with a wide glass door wall leading out to a brick balcony. The fall sunset lit the room, the warm colors glowing beneath its touch.
“I hope you don’t care how I’m dressed,” Chris said casually. He walked over to the bar on the side of the room. “If you had to wear vinyl pants all day, you’d understand.”
Theo laughed. “No, I don’t care,” he replied. He flopped down onto the couch. “Wear whatever you want… or whatever you don’t want.” Theo kept his voice carefully neutral, and wondered if his point had been carried.
Chris arched an eyebrow but didn’t reply. He poured some orange juice into a glass, followed by a generous amount of vodka.
“Care for a drink?” He asked, swirling the contents of the glass.
Theo flinched.
“Uh… no thanks,” he replied. He looked down. He listened as Chris took in a deep breath.
“Ok,” Chris said calmly. He left his vodka and orange on the bar and came into the living room area. He sat down in an armchair across the couch, pulling his muscular legs underneath him. Putting his head to one side, Chris looked at Theo, a half-smile on his lips.
“So why did you want to come see me?” Chris asked. Theo sat forward, his arms on his knees and his hands clasped. He looked up at Chris.
“To tell you the truth, I’ve been a fan of yours for quite awhile,” Theo replied, deciding at last to be blunt.
“Really? That’s surprising,” Chris answered, just as bluntly.
“Why?” Theo asked, smiling. “Because I play pro hockey, and I’m not a 15 year old girl, I’m not allowed to be a fan?”
“Well…” Chris said, running his hand through his hair. “I wouldn’t say that, but you’re the most unusual fan I’ve ever met.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Theo replied airily. He gave Chris a direct look, channeling the heat from his body into it. Chris flushed a little, and Theo silently triumphed.
“Well, you’ve met me,” Chris said carefully. He grinned sarcastically. “You want an autograph?”
“I want something,” Theo said softly. “Maybe, now that I’ve met you, I want to get to know you a little better.”
There was silence for a moment as Theo and Chris locked gazes. Finally Chris threw his head back and laughed.
“Am I being seduced by Theo Fleury?” he asked, amusement lighting his face.
Theo smiled. “I hope so,” he answered. He stood, and Chris stood to face him.
“I didn’t know you were into men,” Chris murmured, his eyes focused on Theo’s lips.
“I get into men frequently,” Theo quipped, eliciting another laugh from Chris. Theo took advantage of the opportunity and leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met, then tongues as the two men pulled each other into an embrace. Almost of their own accord, their hands moved quickly up shirts and into waistbands.
Theo panted, his cock now throbbing impatiently. He pulled his shirt up over his head and dodged Chris’ lips, working instead to remove his shirt as well. Their chests touched like soft fire, and Chris moaned into Theo’s mouth as his hands worked at the zipper of his jeans. Theo groaned, leaning his head backward, and Chris licked at his neck. Theo staggered awkwardly as Chris, giggling, pulled his pants down to his ankles and helped him step out of them.
Soon both men were bereft of clothing, and they leaned hungrily into each other. Their cocks pressed together rubbing sharply. Theo whimpered and reached down to stroke Chris. Chris gasped as Theo worked his cock in quick, rough movements, and he stumbled backward. Theo leaned against Chris, who had come to rest up against the wall, still stroking his cock. He moaned against Chris’ neck as his own cock began to be worked. Chris stroked him with the same rough rhythm and Theo bit his neck. He opened his eyes hazily and gasped as the Chicago skyline met his eyes. The two of them were pressed up naked against the door wall, on display for anyone who happened to be watching.
“We gotta move!” Theo squeaked. He put his hands against Chris’ shoulders. “People could see us!”
“So what if they do?” Chris said, nuzzling his way down Theo’s chest. He sank to his knees, tongue flickering out to tease the head of Theo’s cock. Theo groaned and leaned his palms against the glass. “Kind of a turn-on, isn’t it? Let’s stay here.”
“Keep your lips there,” Theo struggled out, “And I’ll do anything you ask.”
Chris’ answer was to take Theo fully in his mouth and begin to suck.
As Theo’s world narrowed to include only the hot wetness of Chris’ mouth, he trembled. He thrust forward, trying to keep a steady rhythm and failing miserably. As Chris sucked harder and swirled his tongue, Theo lost it. He gave voice to a deep, throaty cry and came, using every ounce of strength he had to keep himself from falling. Chris swallowed all he could manage, some of the hot liquid leaking out the side of his mouth. As Chris released him Theo fell to his knees, catching the other man in a rough kiss. Theo licked at Chris’ face, the taste of himself adding to the shivery aftershocks of his orgasm. He reached down as Chris clung to him, and stroked his cock rapidly. After a few hard strokes Chris moaned his name, spurting come between their bodies.
Chris leaned against Theo, his chest heaving. He laughed shakily.
“You might not want my autograph,” he said. “But can I have yours?”
Theo laughed. He pulled back and licked at Chris’ lips. His eyes twinkled.
“We’ll discuss that in the shower.”
***
