2minsforslashing | Phenom Phantasy Part 5 (Reply)

Title: Phenom Phantasy
Chapter: 5
Characters: Alexander Ovechkin (Alex), Sidney Crosby
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is a fictional account; I own no one and no one owns me
Setting: After the All-Star Game

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The lock made a soft beeping noise and an angry red light flashed on the doorknob as I inserted my keycard. Swearing at it I tried again, the same result. I kicked the door angrily and tried a third time but was still denied entry. I slumped down against the door, banging my head against the wood surface in frustration. First I get thrown out of a bar for being underaged, now this. I closed my eyes for a moment, sighing, and was about to stand up and give it yet another try when a familiar voice interrupted me.

“Did you get kicked out there too?” I opened my eyes and looked up at Alex, who was standing above me with that smile on his face. He was enjoying this a bit too much and I shot him a glare.

“Damn key won’t work,” I replied, standing up and brushing off my jeans. Turning my back to him I fitted the key into the slot, praying silently for it to work, to no avail.

I felt Alex move in closer and reach his arm around me, a key in his hand. Deftly he inserted it into the slot and I heard the lock click open, the green light signaling that my entry was granted and I turned the handle gratefully. His stomach was practically touching my back as he laughed again. “We switched keys by accident, I am thinking. Mine fell out of pocket next to yours, remember? Mine didn’t work either, I figure you had grabbed it with mistake.”

I turned around to thank him but stopped, his sudden proximity to me leaving me tongue-tied for about the millionth time. We stared at each other and our breathing seemed to speed up at the same time. Suddenly his hand was stroking my cheek, his fingers brushing the side of my face tenderly. The feathery touch sent a tingle up my spine and down to my groin, and I held my breath.

A second later he pulled his hand away, stuttering as he took a step back. “Oh, I’m, oh god. I’m sorry, Sidney. I just...oh no. I should...yes. I should go.”

I took a deep breath and reached out my hand to stop him, keeping him at arms length. He was avoiding my eyes, his face turning a deep and adorable crimson. I gathered up my courage and leaned forward, placing my lips tentatively on his, letting them linger there for just a moment before pulling away. He seemed taken aback at the gesture and for a second I was afraid I had misunderstood. I readied myself to dive into my room, slam the door shut, and spend the next twenty years pretending it had never happened. My doubt lasted only for a second because the next his lips were on mine, his body pushing against me and walking me backwards into the room.

I felt my heart racing as our mouths explored one another. His tongue gently tasted my lips and I opened them, sliding my own tongue into his now open mouth. Alex’s strong hands slowly slipped down my back and around to my chest, pushing me against the wall. He hungrily sucked on my tongue, eliciting a soft moan from me and making my groin twitch with excitement. The nimble fingers unbuttoned my shirt as our mouths remained locked together, his rough hands splaying across my chest, my abs, my waist.

My head was spinning as his mouth started kissing a path down my neck. All the months of fantasizing, of wondering what it would be like to be kissed by this man, of dreaming about his lips, his laugh, all culminated in this magical moment. I didn’t want it to end yet wanted something more and I gripped his shirt in my fists, starting to move towards the bed when he stopped me, panting slightly. His eyes were glazed and his voice husky as he seemed to be searching for the right words in English.

“I think it should be good night,” he tried. I shook my head and moved towards him, craning my head up to meet his lips again but his hand on my chest stopped my advance. “I think...yes. I think, not now. Not here.”

I bit my lip and frowned, unsure as to what he meant. “But I thought...” I started, trailing off.

He sighed and leaned in to kiss me softly, just a light brush against my swollen lips. “I wish to wait,” Alex said. “Here there are too many others, too many eyes. Not enough time.”

“Then where?” I asked, thoroughly aware that I was whining and not caring. I wanted him to continue what his beautiful mouth had started.

“We come to Pittsburgh soon, a week I think. There. You come, we play.” He grinned at me hopefully, his eyes searching my face for confirmation.

I smiled and gave a sigh of relief. I could wait a week. I had waited this long, I could wait a week. I followed him to the door and pulled it open for him. Instead of stepping through it he leaned in and kissed me hard, longingly, passionately. I moaned again, hoping he had changed his mind in the ten seconds it had taken to cross the room, but he pulled away again and winked, stepping out into the hall and closing the door behind him.

I rested my forehead on the door, leaning against the smooth surface and trying to get my heart rate back to normal. I stood there for about five minutes when the phone rang, startling me out of my meditation.

“Hello?” I said, cradling the receiver against my shoulder as I slid out of my shirt.

“Miss me yet?”