Matt
Stajan / Joe Nieuwendyk
Rating
NC-17
Disclaimer:
This be fake, fake, fake.
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"I can hear you smiling from here you know."
"Sorry."
Joe smiles to himself as
Matt flips over, and then flips back, practically cart wheeling on the bed.
"Yes you scored a goal." Joe finally says,
laughing. "Is there any chance you will go to sleep?"
"But we won!" Matt sits up in the bed,
whispering as it is night time, "it's exciting right?"
"Yes you are allowed to be excited." Joe
laughs, "but are you going to go to sleep?"
"Is there a gym in this hotel? Or like a pool or
something? Or like a TV or something, there is no way I am going toÉ You think
I'm a loser-dork right?"
Matt swings his legs over until they rest on the
floor, and sits up but doesnÕt get off the bed.
"I'm still on TV, you talk damn fast, why would I
think you were a dork?"
Joe sits up as well, wincing as he straightens his
back. "Oh for the resilience of youth". He mutters to himself.
"You've scored a lot of goals, that is why, ones
that are slightly more important than early season against the Senators."
"Nah, scoring goals is always fun, when it's not
you should stop playing hockey and go sell cars or something."
Joe smiles at Matt's giggle and goes on; "but,
you should probably try and get some sleep, since we have a game tomorrow, and
a game after that and a game after that."
"And then, like, December? Ok. I'll go to
sleep." Matt flops back on his bed, stretching his hands over his head and
sighing happily.
His stomach stretches tautly in the low gloom of the
hotel room. Why are hotel rooms never entirely dark? They always seem to glow a
little, like a residue of the light from the TV lingers still. Maybe it is so
the guests, waking in a strange place, don't accidentally walk into a wall.
"What is the best Stanley cup win? The first one?
Or the last one?" Matt says, talking aloud rather than really asking.
"The next one." Joe replies anyway,
laughing.
But Matt just laughs, brightly, gleefully almost in
the still room. "Do you think we can win it this year?"
"Yes." Joe smiles, remembering words he was
told years ago. "If you don't think you can win every game, there is no
point in playing." He feels the ghost of lips over his, the soft hair that
tickled under his nose. Feeling the hands that soothed him to sleep in the
excitement of his rookie season. He smiles to himself.
There is nothing like giving in to the expected.
"Good point." Matt pauses for a second,
"so do you think there is a gym or something? So I can burn off some
energy? What is the time?" Matt series of rapid-fire questions seems to
temporarily exhaust him and he lies back on the bed laughing when it bounces
under him.
"Just go to
sleep." And Joe remembers road trips, and first goals, and how he fell
sleep, when he was wrapped up in playing hockey and spent nights wrapped around
someone else.
"No." Matt laughs, "oh no arguing with
the veteran. But, still no."
And there is the echo in the hotel room, from a hotel
room across the country that 'Joe should not argue with his eldersÉ'
"You wouldn't argue with Gary." There is
inevitability to Joe's voice that Matt is just a shade to young to recognize.
"Hell no, I'm still terrified of him. He'd
probably knock me out."
Joe bursts out laughing, loud enough to startle Tom,
actually sleeping, in the room next to theirs. He frowns in his sleep and rolls
against Tie's warm body, snuggling into his neck and sighing happily.
"Gary's not terrifying. He's merely scary."
Matt giggles helplessly on the bed, laughing far
harder than the joke warrants. "Good to know."
"And he would never hit you, except accidentally
in practice. And then he'd feel bad about it." Matt just laughs again.
"I know."
"And then he'd explain to you how to avoid
checks."
"And tell me I needed to bulk up?"
"And explain to you in great detail the contents
of those revolting drinks."
"And then I would drink one?"
"And probably thank him."
"Definitely thank him. And just stop yourself
from calling him 'Mr. Roberts.'"
"Am I that predictable?"
"Yes."
"And then Gary would let me check him?"
"Well, no." Joe laughs. "It's no fun
anyway it's like bouncing off a brick wall. Besides," he goes on,
"that isn't the way to get Gary."
"And what is the way to get Gary?"
"Oh, he's ticklish."
"Seriously? I can't imagine him ticklish."
"He giggles." Joe laughs at Matt sitting up
and his frankly incredulous expression. "I swear to god he does. Not so
terrifying now?" Joe teases.
"Not so much no." Matt thinks for a moment.
"Gary being ticklish is like, I don't know, imagining Pat in a
dress."
Joe laughs silently on the bed and Matt grins at his
shaking form.
"It's like I can see the dress you know?"
Matt goes on. "And I can see Pat, but I have no way of putting them
together."
Joe stands up stretching to work the kinks out of his
back and carefully lies down next to Matt mirroring his position. His feet
dangling over the edge, lying across the width of the bed. But where Matt has
one arm over his eyes, and one arm over his head Joe folds his arms behind his
head to use them as a pillow.
"Am I keeping you awake?" Matt finally asks.
"Yep, but it's ok."
Matt smiles, "Ottawa is officially my favourite
team to play of all time. What's yours?"
"Calgary."
"Cool."
Matt sighs happily wriggling his toes a bit Joe sweeps
his eyes down over the pale body lying next to his. "So how would you fall
asleep if you were home? Do you have a gym there? Go for a run?"
"Nah, I just always fall asleep at home."
"So you wouldn't call a girlfriend then?
"Don't have one. And I live with my
parents."
"Boyfriend?"
"NO!"
"It's ok if you do."
Matt sighs, his tense body unwinds and once more he is
lying relaxed across the bed.
"Neither, anymore. And I still live with my
parents."
"Someone from your junior team?" Joe rolls
on his side and watches Matt's white stomach move in and out with his
breathing.
"Kind of. Someone, um, from the World's. But I
had a girlfriend so we broke up and then we, the girl and I, broke up as well.
She said she never saw me."
"Common complaint."
"Nah, really she didn't want to be any where near
St John's, when I didn't get sent down she wanted to get back together."
"And you didn't" Joe finds only half his
attention on the conversation the other half on watching the soft concave
stomach before him, for a second he imagines how it would look, slightly glazed
with sweat, with pink bite-marks, withÉ
"I guess I didn't miss her that much after
all."
Joe smiles to himself and rolls onto his side. He
touches the deepest groove of Matt's stomach with his finger, running along the
band of muscles that will one day be defined.
Matt shakes slightly, but doesn't pull away.
"So what would you really do?" Unconsciously
Joe's voice deepens as he runs his fingers across Matt's stomach and up his arm
and then run his palm down the flat of Matt's tummy, over his hip and onto the
soft skin of his thigh.
Joe leans down over Matt and blows a puff of air on to
the soft downy hair under his belly button. "Really, you'd just be lying
in bed, all alone, in the dark, and justÉ
"Go." And his voice is a puff of warm air on
Matt's middle.
"To." His lips are closer.
"Sleep?" And his mouth just grazes Matt's
skin.
"Well, what would you have done?" Matt's
asks breathlessly.
"When I was 19? Maybe woken Gary up, but more
likely," he leans down to whisper in Matt's ear, "just jerked
off."
"Well?" Joe flicks his tongue against the
outside of Matt's ear. Pressing his hand down on Matt's thigh.
"Umm, ok maybe I'd think about that."
"Calling Gary?" Joe laughs against Matt's
ear pressing his lips do it as he says, "I thought he scared you?"
Matt laughs, and Joe feels the tension in his legs
fade and feels him sink against the bed again. "Well, yeah, but I mean the
team keeps telling me they will do anything to help me."
"Well, he's a deep sleeper. I know how to wake
him up, but you have to get in the room first."
Matt laughs, "I wouldn't want to wake anyone else
up anyway."
Joe drags his hand up the outside of his hip to rest
on his stomach. "So what is the solution then?"
Matt opens his mouth to respond but shuts it with a
click when Joe kisses just above his hand.
"Can I ask you to help me get to sleep?"
Matt whispers.
"Anything to help." Joe responds with a low
laugh and kisses Matt's stomach again sucking at the skin lightly. But abruptly
he pulls away.
"Ok this is going to kill my back." Joe
kisses Matt's tummy again then sat up and climbed off the bed.
Matt's eyes flew open and he half sat up
"WhaÉ?"
Joe just laughed and kneeled on the floor by Matt's
feet.
"Move down." Gently
holding Matt's ankles he pulls him down the bed, and Matt obliges by wriggling
down. Joe pauses to kiss the top of each foot. Smiling at Matt's giggle.
"Tell me if you want me to
stop?"
"Ok."
Joe smiles and kisses the inside of Matt's knees, 'ah
no scars', he says more to himself. He stretches up and pulls Matt's boxers
off, throwing them on the bed next to the younger man.
He kisses up the inside of Matt's legs, breathing in
the clean fresh smell of the younger man, savoring the moment, wondering where
to start.
He licks across Matt's hipbones, smiling against the
warm skin at Matt's gasp. He gently runs his hand over Matt's cock, and when
the younger man doesn't pull away holds the tip and runs his thumb down the
length until it hits the soft curls that are as fair as the rest of him.
Joe smiles at the slight gasp and leaning over Matt's
waist takes the tip of his dick into his mouth and sucks it lightly. Matt bucks
his hips up almost immediately and Joe smiles as more of his cock slides
between his lips.
He flickers his tongue lightly around the top of
Matt's cock, letting the younger man move around on the bed and doing no more
until he feel him start to rock his hips up.
"I'm going to use my fingers ok?"
"Yeah,, sureÉ" Matt offers in a slightly
strained and dreamy voice.
Joe just smiles and licks his index finger until it is
wet and slides it into Matt, who shakes a bit at the soft intrusion, but then
just sighs and wraps his legs around Joe's hips, forcing the older man to lean
into him.
Something Joe is quite happy to do.
Matt shakes a bit on the bed, and Joe feels him swell
up slightly in his mouth, he slides his mouth further down the younger man's
cock feeling the bursts of come hit the back of his mouth just as he sucks
harder.
Adjusting himself, half hard in his boxers, he ponders
for a second taking his own advice, or even going to wake up Gary, Joe
remembers plenty of fun evenings where Gary pretended to be angry at being
woken, his hard hands, hot binds on Joes arms, their bodies, warm, wet and
willing. But. Joe shakes his head and rises to his feet. Perhaps not, not
tonight at least.
"Joe?" Matt's voice sounds slightly slurred.
"Yes?"
"Can I, um, never mind." Matt rolls over and
gasps when Joe slides into the bed beside him. "Well that was what I was
going to ask anyway."
"Go to sleep." Joe says for what he hopes is
the last time feeling Matt slink back against him and kissing the back of his
neck.
"Go to sleep or I swear I will dump you in Gary's
doorway."
Matt laughs himself to sleep and Joe follows soon
after.
End
