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Steve was half drunk when he caught sight of him.
The masked Halloween party had been an idea from the top. Let's get all the players present on the west side of the country and party, it will be good for team relations. And sportsmanship. And whatever other bullshit excuses the management threw around for an excuse to get drunk and bring a hotel to a standstill.
Steve stood in a red and white mask that covered half his face, nursing his fourth scotch and observing the party in action. He and the other Wings were in town to play San Jose, and had thus been invited to the masque. Steve had had a bad feeling about coming, but surprisingly everything was going smoothly. All the teams had stayed seperate at first, eyeing the others warily through their variously-colored masks. But as the drinks began to flow, friends on different teams began to wander over to say hi. Soon the room was a mix of new and old friends.
Laughter erupted from the side of the room where Darren and Kirk sat with Scott Thornton and Marco Sturm. The four of them were in tears with laughter, and Steve soon learned why: not far away a glaring Joe Sakic was covered in beer. Steve tensed, waiting for the inevitable fight, but he was surprised once again. Scott, in a teal mask lined with sequins, and Darren, who appeared to be impersonating Zorro, went up to him and whispered in his ear. As Steve watched in amazement, Joe's gold mask tipped up slightly as he favored them with a small grin.
Steve shook his head and sipped his drink. It certainly was a night of surprises.
He had no idea that the biggest one was yet to come.
The back of Steve's neck prickled suddenly as the feeling of eyes resting upon him became suddenly pronounced. Steve turned to find a man in a black cape and a white mask watching him. The mask covered his entire face, and the man leaned casually against the wall. He exuded a strangely attractive mixture of calm and intensity as he stared toward Steve.
He looks like the Phantom of the Opera Steve thought to himself, and that wasn't far from the truth. The man's dark hair was slicked back, and wrapped in the cloak Steve couldn't tell much about his build. He had no idea who the man was.
As Steve held eye contact, the man walked up to him. Steve looked into the man's eyes and felt a vague familiarity. He knew the man... but who was he?
"You better not call me Christine," Steve said, arching an eyebrow behind his mask. The man made no reply, but gestured with his head toward the door of the hotel ballroom.
"You want me to come with you?" Steve said. He giggled suddenly. The room was beginning to swim just a bit as the scotch warmed his veins. The man in the mask took a few steps toward the door and looked back. An unspoken challenge was evident in his stance.
"Why the hell not," Steve said. He set down his drink and followed the man, who turned and headed out of the door. Steve was curious now to find out who the man was and where he knew him from. He was obviously a player if he was at the party, but for the life of him Steve just could not place him.
Steve followed him down the hall a ways when the man suddenly came to a halt. Steve walked up to him and stood about a foot away. He swayed slightly and peered through bleary eyes toward the man's face.
"I know you," Steve said. "Who are you?"
Suddenly the man reached down and opened a small door marked "Janitor's Closet." Before Steve could react the man grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him into the closet. The door slammed shut and Steve was surrounded by pitch blackness. He could no longer see the other man, but the sense of his presence was strong. Steve smelled cologne and his senses swam.
"What's going on?" Steve said in a voice that quavered slightly. The response to his question was a crushing kiss that sent tingles through his body. The other man's tongue slipped into his mouth and despite his fear Steve groaned. He hadn't been kissed in a long time, not since he and Bren had had their falling out... Steve pulled back almost reluctantly.
"What's going on, who are you?" Steve said. "I don't do things like this with guys I've just met-"
The other man kissed him again and this time Steve kissed back eagerly. Before he realized what was going on, the man was removing his clothes. Steve was shocked to find that he didn't care. He was even more shocked to find his fingers fumbling with the man's zipper.
God, he was so horny. It had been so long since he'd had sex... Steve moaned as the man closed his hand around his straining cock and began to stroke. There was a pause as the man removed his shirt and then Steve felt a warm mouth close around him.
Gasping, Steve thrust forward into the man's mouth. He tangled his fingers in the man's hair and closed his eyes in the dark. The man's tongue wrapped circles around his cock as he sucked and Steve felt he would soon explode.
"I don't care who you are..." Steve muttered. "I don't... oh my God that's good... oh..!"
The man removed his mouth and grabbed Steve's hips. He pulled him down to the floor and pushed him onto his back. Steve stroked his cock and eagerly waited for what he hoped was coming next.
There was a silence and the other man panted. He must be lubing himself, Steve thought, and he squiggled.
"You ready, mon cher?" said the man. It was the first thing he'd said at all, and Steve both started and lusted at the sound of the French-Canadian accent. It was sexy... but also made the man even more familiar. Eyes now adapted to the dark, Steve looked up at the man who was preparing to enter him. He was so familiar, his identity was just on the tip of his tongue...
And the tip of the man's cock was pushing inside of him. With a quick motion the man buried himself fully inside Steve, who hissed in pain. The man held still, letting them both adjust, and then began to thrust in a slow rhythm. Steve moaned and arched his hips, angling them just right. The man nudged his prostate and Steve gasped.
"Oh.. yes!" Steve wrapped his legs around the man's hips, pulling him in tighter. The man groaned deep in his chest and began to thrust faster, losing his rhythm in jerky movements.
After a few more sharp thrusts the man cried out something unintelligible and shuddered, unloading hot cum deep inside of Steve. He collapsed down onto Steve, burying his still-masked face into his neck. His breath was hot against him.
"Mmmm, that was so good Steve, mon cher," the man said breathlessly. He licked Steve's neck.
And just like that, Steve placed the voice with a name. As his orgasm ripped through him, Steve arched his back and shot come between his body and the body of one of the all-time greatest goalies in the game of hockey.
"Oh, PATTY!!!!"
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