***
In the hotel room in the heart of Long Island, the television glowed softly. Far away south, the second period of the NHL all-star game was underway. The action on the screen flew back and forth as the small figures of the players darted over the ice. However, the sound was nothing but a low drone, and both it and the picture went completely unnoticed by the two NHL players in the room.
One of them grimaced as he moved his arm. One of his feet rested right near his head, his knee bent at an awkward angle. The other leg was stretched out in front of him, and one of his hands was behind him, supporting an unusual amount of his body weight. The man moved his arm just a little further… a little further…
“Ah-ha!” he grunted. His hand found the place it was searching for and landed on it with a plop. His weight shifted, and the hand behind him was able to reach out for the small piece of cardboard which lay near him.
“Your turn,” the man said. He spun the small plastic arrow attached to the piece of cardboard, and watched it twirl for several seconds before coming to rest. The man eyed the results.
“Left foot, green,” the man said triumphantly.
A groan came from somewhere to his right and he snickered. The man was used to hearing groans coming from that man’s throat, but they were usually groans of pleasure punctuated with gasps. This groan was one of annoyance.
“Left?” the other man objected. “Green? But it’s way over there!”
“That’s how you play the game, Legace,” said the first man, still smirking. “Now quit bitching and put it there. If you keep making me laugh I’ll fall.”
“Oh, wouldn’t that be terrible?” the man said sarcastically. “Fine. Left foot green, no problem.”
He carefully untangled his leg from where it was arched over the other man, and attempted to slide it toward the large green spots on the mat that was beneath him. Unfortunately, he slid a little too quickly. His body, all ready off-balance, gave way to gravity, and with a cry he collapsed. His leg that he had tried to reach to the green spots knocked into the other man’s arm, and with a shriek he collapsed too.
Both men lay on the mat, arms and legs at odd angles.
“You suck, Manny,” the first man giggled at last.
“Blow it out your ass, Chris,” Manny replied, somewhat out of breath. He had had the unfortunate luck of ending up on the bottom when they fell. “Nice landing.”
“Thanks!” Chris was unconcerned. He began the slow process of arranging his limbs to a semblance of normal order. Manny began to do the same, the two of them separating until they lay next to each other on the floor.
“It’s a great game for flexible goalies, you said,” Manny muttered. “It’ll be fun, you said.”
“It IS fun,” Chris turned his head and smiled Manny. “Don’t forget the special rules we’re using. You fell first. You lost, so you know what you have to do.”
“How convenient for you,” Manny said, but a smile was working its way across his expression. “It was your idea to start with.”
Chris reached out a hand and trailed a finger down the side of Manny’s face.
“I love it when you smile,” said Chris softly. “You have a great smile.”
Manny grinned. “You’re just saying that because you won.”
“Maybe,” Chris said evenly. “But you know, I need this. It’s tough on your body when you’re a goalie.”
Manny snorted.
“If you’re so worried about your body,” he said. “Then why you want to play naked Twister? I mean… there’s other things to do when you’re naked.”
Chris laughed. He looked down at himself and down at Manny. Both of them were, in fact, completely naked.
“Well, frankly,” he said, rising up on one elbow and looking down at Manny, amused. “The idea of being naked and all twisted up with you was a huge turn-on.”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice,” Manny smirked. He reached down and brushed his fingertips against Chris’ cock, which was hard and pressing tightly against his stomach. Chris moaned softly.
“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” Chris said, his voice less even this time. “I could feel you rubbing against me the whole time we were playing.”
“Can you blame me?” Manny wriggled closer to Chris, pressing his own cock into Chris’ thigh. He slid his fingers around Chris and began to stroke in earnest. Chris lay back, his eyes drifting closed. He opened his mouth and arched his hips slightly. Manny stroked him slowly, evenly, refusing to add more pressure or speed. Chris whimpered.
A sharp shudder of pleasure ran through Manny’s body and he shivered.
“You are so fucking hot, Chris,” he growled. He lowered his lips to Chris and kissed his open mouth. They kissed furiously, and Manny at last began to pump Chris harder.
Chris moaned into Manny’s mouth, and lifted his hips off the ground… before moving away.
“Not yet,” Chris panted. “You lost. You owe me what we agreed.”
“Of course,” Manny replied. “How forgetful of me. Get your decrepit body up on the bed.”
“Decrepit, eh?” Chris was still breathing heavily as he climbed onto the bed.
“Well, YOU’RE the one who went though so much trouble just to guarantee yourself a massage,” Manny laughed as he stood, watching Chris stretch himself out on the bed.
“It’s not MY fault you suck at naked Twister,” Chris countered. “I didn’t plan this!”
He paused.
“The massage oil is in my coat pocket.”
Manny laughed until he snorted, and Chris glared.
“Okay, okay,” Manny said. He ruffled through Chris’ coat until he found the bottle of vanilla oil. “Don’t pout. You want a massage, you get a massage.”
“Damn right,” Chris said, grinning.
Manny coated his hands with the oil, and reached down for Chris.
There was a sharp crack as Manny began to work his hands on Chris’ right wrist. Chris winced, but relaxed as Manny made his way slowly up Chris’ arm. He massaged the firm muscles of his forearm, gently worked the elbow joint, and began to massage the bicep.
“Mmm…” Chris smiled as Manny rolled the muscles of his shoulder with a firm grip. “That feels good…”
Manny smiled back, and dropped a light kiss on his forehead as a response. He switched his attention to Chris’ right arm. Giving it the same treatment as its mate, he rubbed and squeezed his way from the wrist to the shoulder.
Adding more oil, Manny slid his hands across Chris’ collarbone, and began to massage his chest.
“Pectoralis major,” Manny said absently, naming the muscle beneath his hands.
“Ooh, scientific,” Chris said, a lazy smile upon his face.
“Would you prefer manboobies?”
Chris burst out laughing, squeaking when Manny tweaked one of his nipples.
“Stop that,” Manny was still smiling. “I can’t get your abs to relax if you’re laughing.”
Manny rubbed Chris’ abdominal muscles with a firm, circular motion, ever so slowly making his way lower. Manny felt Chris’ breathing deepen beneath his hands as he approached his cock. Chris closed his eyes, anticipating Manny’s touch, and leaned his head back into the pillow.
However, the touch he was expecting didn’t occur. Just before they reached his cock, Manny’s hands slid apart and instead began to massage Chris’ sides, his hips, and moved around to his thighs.
“Manny…” Chris whined.
“Haven’t you had enough massaging on that part?”
“Never enough,” Chris opened his eyes into slits and glared at Manny. “Tease.”
“Yup,” Manny answered, and frowned as he worked the thick muscles of Chris’ left thigh. There were knots beneath the skin, and Manny added a little extra pressure.
“You really did need this, huh?”
Chris shrugged. “Happens.”
“Poor baby,” Manny dropped another light kiss onto Chris, this time on the leg beneath his hands. When the knots were worked out to Manny’s satisfaction, he moved on to work the many breakable angles of the knee joint. After sliding down the muscles on either side of his shin, Manny reached back up and began working on the equally thick muscles of Chris’ right leg.
“Okay,” Manny said finally, rubbing Chris’ right ankle. “Flip over.”
“Yes, sir,” Chris grinned. He turned over, easing onto his stomach. He moaned softly.
“You okay?” Manny smiled as he admired the muscles of Chris’ back, his legs, his ass…
“Uh huh,” Chris replied. He shifted a little. “I’m just having a slight problem here.”
“I’ve seen that problem,” Manny said archly. “It’s not exactly slight.”
Starting at Chris’ right ankle, Manny moved his way up Chris’ leg. He carefully massaged the calf muscle, the back of the knee, and the tight muscles of the back of the thigh. Chris wasn’t the only one who was having a slight problem, and Manny allowed his thumb to slide down in between Chris’ legs. Chris groaned and spread his legs, allowing Manny freer access. Manny grinned tightly and only brushed his balls before moving down to Chris’ left ankle.
Chris muttered something into the pillow.
“If my hearing is right, you just said “fucking tease”” Manny snickered as he slid his hands along the back of Chris’ leg. “You wanted this.”
“I do,” Chris said, turning his head. “But hurry up. I want more.”
“You do not rush a master,” said Manny with remarkable dignity for a naked man. He was slowly getting the muscles on the back of Chris’ left thigh to relax. He smiled when he was successful, and moved his hands to one of his favorite places on Chris’ body.
Chris groaned as he felt Manny begin to massage the muscles of his ass. He went slowly, so slowly it was almost torture, giving those muscles the same slow, firm rubdown he had given all the others. Chris was leaking onto the sheets by the time Manny finally moved up to his waist.
Manny panted as he massaged the muscles of Chris’ lower back. He resisted the urge to finish as quickly as possible. If you’re going to do something, you might as well do it right, and Manny had always believed in that.
Chris whimpered as Manny’s hands finally made it up to the backs of his shoulders. The bed shifted as Manny stretched his body out on top of Chris’. He kissed the back of his neck as he gave his body a few last strokes.
“So tense,” Manny whispered. “Didn’t you like my massage?”
“Fuck, Manny…” Manny pressed his erection down onto Chris and he moaned.
“I… knew you lost the game on purpose…” Chris was out of breath. “Manny… please… need to feel you inside me…”
It was Manny’s turn to whimper, and he put more of the vanilla oil onto his hands. He bit down on Chris’ shoulder to stop himself from crying out, and rubbed it as lightly as he could onto his cock.
“Ready?” Manny licked the back of Chris’ neck and used one oil-coated finger to prepare him. It didn’t take long, since Chris really had relaxed under Manny’s hands. Chris hazily wondered why he hadn’t made Manny give him a massage before then, and how the hell he’d gotten so good at it.
Manny removed his finger and replaced it with the head of his cock. He pressed as slowly as he could into Chris, waiting until Chris’ body relaxed beneath him. Chris shifted his weight just slightly onto one hip, and Manny smiled. He knew what that meant. He reached beneath him to find Chris’ cock, slick with precum, and began to stroke it.
Chris arched his hips back, forcing more of Manny into him and Manny cried out. He began to thrust inside him with the same rhythm as his strokes.
“Chris…” Manny’s breath was hot against the side of Chris’ neck as he whispered. “Come for me.”
He stroked faster, and changed the angle of his thrust slightly. He was rapidly losing control over his rhythm. Thrusting harder, as Chris slammed his hips backward, he licked at Chris’ earlobe. Chris bucked off the bed one, twice… finally his whole body tensed, and hot liquid spurted into Manny’s hand.
“Manny!” Chris shuddered, his internal muscles clenching around his lover. Manny cried out hoarsely and lost it. He didn’t realize he’d collapsed down onto Chris until his face was resting upon him, and he smelled the heady fragrance of the oil on his skin. Beneath it was the musky smell they’d created together, and Manny pressed his lips to the back of Chris’ neck.
Manny withdrew his hand from Chris, and licked up the cum he found there. When his hand was clean, he found Chris’ and held it. The TV was shone into the room with an eerie blue glow as they lay together, and both men listened to the low sound filtering through their breathing and heartbeats.
“Second intermission’s almost over,” Manny muttered, pillowing the side of his face against Chris’ back.
Chris squeezed Manny’s hand.
“Thank God for the break,” he said softly. “I’m so happy you could come to see me, Manny. I’ve missed you.”
Manny bit his lip. He rolled them over so that they were spooning on their sides.
“I’ve missed you, too,” Manny replied just as softly. “I miss your smile, I miss your touch… I even miss your stupid game ideas.”
“Not so stupid,” Chris’ voice was getting sleepy. “It turned out okay.”
“It did,” Manny said. He closed his eyes and pressed even closer to Chris. “Most definitely.”
The third period would be starting soon. But neither man would be awake to see it. Both slipped into quiet world of dreams, their hands still clasped together.
