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“Hey,” Travis skirts the edge of centre ice, waiting as Andreas skates closer. He bumps their shoulders gently.
“Stop talking to the enemy!” Mitch chirps, down on the ice as he goes through his stretches. Travis is very mature and doesn’t flip him off. He makes a face instead.
“Hey,” Andreas nudges him with a sweet little grin that has Travis echoing it. His stomach gives a swoop at the warmth in his expression, the way it does every time Andreas gifts him with his smiles. “Ready to lose?”
“In your dreams.” He taps his skate with his stick. Andreas huffs out a laugh, pulling just out of reach. “Matty’s due for a hot streak I think,” he teases.
“You’re all talk.”
“Trying to back out of our bet?”
Andreas drifts closer again. There’s something wicked in his grin.
“Never,” he murmurs. Travis has to dig his nails into his palms to keep from reaching out and drawing him close. A home game and an away game. Two days in a row. Two days of sharing Andreas before they have five days off together. He’s going to lock the door to Andreas’ apartment and refuse to let him out of bed for at least the first three.
Andreas gives him a knowing look.
“What’re you boys talking about?” Mitch joins them, holding his gloved fist out. Andreas obliges him, bumping it with his own. “You’re taking us out tomorrow night, right Mango?”
“I don’t think I can afford you,” Andreas teases.
“I wanna see the town,” Mitch cocks his hip, resting his weight on his precariously balanced stick. “All of your favourites. Dermy can share you for a few hours.”
I don’t wanna share, he thinks but manages to keep the words from slipping out. He’s notoriously possessive of Andreas’ time- he knows this, the team (mostly) knows this. Doesn’t mean he needs to broadcast it during warmups.
“Think we can sneak him onto the Leafs plane?” He asks instead. Mitch lights up at the suggestion. “That’s a joke,” he clarifies. It’s mostly a joke at least.
“Yeah,” Mitch’s smile fades into a frown, brows furrowed like he’s thinking hard. Travis bites his tongue. “Keefe might notice the extra body.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” Andreas promises, expression earnest. Travis has to remind himself that he promised not to show up at Andreas’ door when the team got into Jersey. They won’t be getting any sleep if he does. It’s hard enough, having him so close with the promise of five uninterrupted days. They finally get to play hockey together again- albeit on opposite teams, but having him here, back in each other's orbit, has Travis aching to reach out and drag him close, reacquaint himself with the other man after so long apart.
He loves hockey but damn, the regular season can drag on.
“You’re staying in Jersey for the All Star break, right?”
“Yeah,” he can’t help the goofy grin that spreads across his face when he catches Andreas’ eye. There’s a matching smile waiting for him that makes his heart pound and palms sweat. “Since we’re already here, it’s easier than heading back to Toronto. And this way I get him all to myself.”
“Stay hydrated boys,” Mitch chirps, clapping him on the shoulder.
“What about you?” Andreas asks, ignoring the chirp.
“Matty’s off to the game so I’ll probably just bum around the apartment. Maybe see if Willy wants to do a roadie to Ottawa and hang out with Brownie or something.”
He’d feel bad that Auston’s off to Vegas without Mitch but they’ve got each other year round, he’s got Andreas for like, the summer and whatever time they can steal in between. No sympathy there.
Okay, maybe a little. But who can resist Mitch’s sad face?
“Would you rather do skills competitions instead of catching a break for the weekend?”
“Hell no,” Mitch laughs. “The after parties are fun but so not worth the long ass days and media.”
Their upcoming schedule is going to be hell, making up for the rescheduled games. They’ll need this break to get through it in one piece. The clock ticks down and the guys start heading off the ice. Mitch taps Andreas’ skates, then Travis’, before heading for the tunnel.
“See you after the game?” Travis hesitates, not ready to leave.
“I’ll wait for you,” Andreas promises, the look in his eyes telling Travis that if there weren’t hundreds of fans surrounding them he’d have been pulled in for a searing kiss. He grins and mentally starts counting down to the break.
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“Back to back wins, baby!” He crows as they stumble through the door to Andreas’ apartment the following night. Or morning. He’d lost track of how late they’d stayed at the bar. Despite the humiliating loss, a bunch of the Devils had agreed to come out with them, so long as the first round was on the Leafs. Travis had no problem chipping in since it got Andreas by his side faster. And plastered against his front on the dance floor. And half in his lap as they made out in a back stairwell.
He’s had a few drinks, a shot of tequila with Mitchy, a couple of beers with the boys. Not so much that he’s sloppy drunk, but enough that he’s feeling pretty fucking good. He’s not feeling any pain.
“Lucky night,” Andreas stumbles over their shoes as they kick them off in the hall. Travis gets his hands on his waist, righting him and finds himself pushed back against the wall. Andreas grins at him, hands on his shoulders, pinning him in place. His cheeks are flushed from alcohol and the cool wind that had chased them from the Uber into the building, his lips still red from where Travis had kissed him just before they’d left the bar. “We’ll get you next time.”
“Sure,” Travis agrees easily. He settles his hands on Andreas’ hips again, pulling him in close and enjoying the feel of how their bodies fit together. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.”
He leans in for a kiss before Andreas can respond, chasing the lingering sweetness of the Swedish Berry shots Willy had lined up for them from his tongue. Andreas hums into the kiss, hands sliding down Travis’ chest, tugging his shirt from his pants to travel along the skin bared there. They stay there awhile, hands exploring lazily, kisses slow and deep and sweet. He’s turned on, sure- he’s always turned on when it comes to Andreas- but it doesn’t become urgent until Andreas pulls back abruptly to murmur, “Don’t forget about the bet,” against his lips.
And yeah, he’d forgotten.
The low level arousal that has been thrumming through him all night surges to the forefront and he’s suddenly aware of how hard he is.
“The bet, right,” he clears his throat, trying to get his thoughts in order. Andreas laughs softly, leaning in for one more quick kiss.
“How do you want me?” His accent is always thicker when he’s turned on. It drives Travis wild. Everything about Andreas seems to. “Winner’s choice.”
“Strip.” He gives Andreas’ ass a quick squeeze, then lets him go, regretfully. “Slowly.”
Andreas takes a step back and does as he’s told, eyes hooded as he undoes the buttons of his dress shirt, one by one, revealing miles of pale, toned skin that has Travis itching to touch. His dress shirt hits the floor, but neither of them pay it any mind. He gives Travis a smug little grin as he undoes his belt, not bothering to pull it through the loops before popping the button and undoing the zipper. His cock is pressed indecently against the fabric. Andreas bites his lip, rocking against his own palm.
“Fucking tease,” Travis breathes.
Andreas smirks, but keeps going, sliding out of his pants and boxers. He steps out of them, leaving them in a heap on the ground to be dealt with later. Dry cleaning exists for a reason.
Travis takes his time drinking in the sight of him- toned abs leading down to a neatly trimmed thatch of blond hair, his cock red and thick, jutting out from between his legs. His mouth waters at the sight and he takes a moment to imagine all of the ways he could get Andreas to come. How pretty he is when he’s on the edge, desperate. Or blissed out after, putty in Travis’ arms.
But he’s had this all planned out since they made the bet and there’s plenty of time to get his mouth on Andreas later.
“C’mere.” Andreas goes willingly and Travis rewards him with a hot, possessive kiss, licking into his mouth and laying claim, making up for the months they’ve been apart. He runs his fingers along his cock, teasing and Andreas moans into the kiss, hips jerking. His hands come up, only fumbling a little as he deftly undoes the buttons of Travis’ shirt, breaking the kiss to push it off his shoulders. Travis shivers in the cool air of the apartment but Andreas presses back in, a wall of heat and the discomfort is soon forgotten.
They slowly make their way towards the living room, exchanging hot, wet kisses as they go. They manage to get Travis’ pants undone between the two of them and he kicks them off, then his boxer briefs. Andreas reaches for his cock, expression greedy. Travis reels him back in for a kiss, their hands roaming, stroking each other until he has to pull back, get his bearings again before it's over before it’s really begun.
“Lube?”
Andreas grins and digs a new bottle out of the couch’s side table.
“I planned ahead,” he says at Travis’ raised eyebrows.
“God, I love you.” Andreas flushes so prettily, the blush spreading down his neck and chest. “C’mon,” he snags the small bottle. “Over the edge of the couch.”
Andreas doesn’t comment, hurrying to comply. He leans over the arm of the couch- it’s low enough that it forces his ass high, on display- and he pillows his head in his arms. He shivers under Travis’ hands as he runs them along the length of his back and down, trailing over Andreas’ toned ass. He gives it a good squeeze, spreads his cheeks and lets his cock drag between them. Andreas moans, low and hungry, pushing back into the touch.
“So hot,” Travis murmurs, quickly cracking the bottle. He keeps Andreas spread as best he can with one hand, his lubed up fingers teasing him. He watches, arousal burning through his veins at the way Andreas’ tight little hole takes his fingers so easily, the way he pulls Travis in and doesn’t want to let him go. He’s impatient to get his dick in there but he’s not about to rush things, it’s been awhile and Skype sessions with toys just doesn’t cut it. Andreas relaxes easily for him, like he was made for Travis. He jolts when Travis brushes that sweet bundle of nerves and Travis huffs out a laugh, teasing him with gentle brushes of his fingers around his prostate until Andreas is shaking, sweat pooling on his skin, pushing back into Travis’ touch with a hint of desperation.
His wrist sore, cock aching he’s so hard, he eases his fingers out, urging Andreas up. His back must be aching from the position but he doesn’t show it, going eagerly when Travis reels him in for a wet, hot kiss. Andreas reaches for his cock, but Travis bats his hands away knowing if he lets him tease now, it’ll be over too soon. Andreas pouts. He can’t help himself, leaning in to bite at that plump lower lip.
He pulls back and gets settled on the couch, tossing the bottle of lube on the cushions. He leans back, gets comfy and pats his lap with a grin.
“C’mon baby, not gonna ride itself.”
“Romantic,” Andreas snorts but he scoops up the lube, slicking up Travis’ cock with a quick, efficient stroke.
“Just for you.” Travis winks.
Andreas kneels on the cushions, swinging a leg over his lap. Travis lets him do the work, chests brushing, Andreas’ gripping his cock tight so he can slowly sink down his length. There’s a brief moment of hesitation before his cock pops past the tight ring and then there’s only heat and the sweet clench of Andreas’ body.
He groans, head falling back against the couch, hands falling to Andreas’ hips as he sinks down in one smooth move, until they’re pressed as tightly together as they can be. Andreas is panting, cheek pressed to his as he tries to catch his breath. Travis runs his hands across his skin, his hips, his back, and tries desperately not to come too soon. Andreas shifts a little, circles his hips and Travis counts down from one hundred.
“Feel so good,” Andreas murmurs, voice thick and heavy. He presses a kiss to Travis’ cheek. “Fill me up so good.”
“You too,” he says, somewhat nonsensically.
Andreas shifts again, then gets his knees underneath him properly and lifts up. He doesn’t pull all the way off, lifts up a little then sinks back down like he can’t bear to be parted anymore. It’s a sweet, dirty grind that has Travis’ toes curling, heat pooling in his gut. His fingers dig into Andreas’ hips but he doesn’t try to control the pace, just lets him fuck himself down on his cock. His pale skin is flushed red, from his cheeks down his chest. Travis ducks his head and bites at the flush, sinks his teeth in to leave his mark. Andreas moans, grabs Travis’ shoulders and fucks himself harder on his cock, his own bouncing against his stomach, leaving a trail of precome.
“God, you’re perfect,” he pants, spiralling closer and closer towards the end. He snaps his hips up, unable to help himself, fucking into Andreas’ tight body. God, he’s missed this, missed the way Andreas opens so beautifully for him like he was made for Travis.
“Trav, love you, Trav,” he pants. Travis manages to peel a hand off of his hip to wrap it around his cock and that’s all it takes- Andreas comes with a shout, body locked tight, back bowed as he comes all over Travis’ hand and stomach.
Travis swears, thrusting a handful of times and comes, shaking with the intensity of it.
His skin is humming when he comes back to himself. He has to blink stars from his eyes, panting like he’s been bagskated. Andreas is a wall of heat, curled into him, face buried in Travis’ neck. Goosebumps break out across his skin where they’re not touching, but he’s far too content to move despite the sweat drying on his skin.
He manages to get his limbs to cooperate, lazily dragging his fingers across Andreas’ back, feeling how he shivers under the light touch. He presses a kiss to Travis’ neck, so he’s at least awake. Travis’ cock softens enough to slip out and Andreas lets out a sound of disappointment. There’s the uncomfortable trickle of his own come, he chooses not to think about how he’ll have to scrub the couch down later. They’ll probably have to scrub the apartment by the end of their five days anyways.
“You okay?” He keeps his voice low in deference to the quiet of the apartment, the warm, intimate atmosphere.
“Perfect.” Andreas sits up just enough to press a slow, lingering kiss to Travis’ lips. “Be better in bed though.”
Travis huffs out a laugh. “Not sure I can carry you there babe, I still can’t feel my legs.”
Andreas rolls his eyes, settling against him again.
“Let me know when you can.”
Travis presses a kiss to his temple, awkwardly reaching out to snag the blanket tossed over the other arm of the couch. He manages to get them both covered but the remote is just out of reach. He’s reluctant to try and grab it, not wanting to disturb Andreas. He’s comfortable, curled up with his favourite person wrapped around him like a koala.
He’s got nowhere he’d rather be.