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Title: You Are My Signal Fire (Part 23)
Characters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White, appearances by Matt Stajan and Kyle Wellwood
Word Count: 1999
Rating: somewhere between PG-13 and NC-17?
Setting: Gravenhurst, Ontario (Lake Muskoka)
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination. The title is part of the lyrics from snow patrol’s song ‘Signal Fire’. Avvy made by horselovergurl

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Ian’s POV

I woke up to an empty bed, sheets cold beside me, indicating that he had been gone for awhile. Looking over at the clock I noted that it was 10:30 in the morning. Hm…Andrew wasn’t an early riser, especially after a night like that. I threw on a pair of shorts and a tee and went downstairs to see Matty and Kyle eating cereal at the table.

“You guys seen Andrew?”

“No but you guys sure had fun last night, I don’t know if the people across the lake heard you though,” Kyle grinned into his cereal and Matt smacked him in the back of the head, “I mean no….no I haven’t.”

I laughed at him shaking my head as I looked out the window. I noticed that the driveway was empty. He’d taken the car out somewhere. Hm…interesting, I wonder where he went.

“Here.” Matt poured me a bowl of frosted flakes, “Have some breaky. We’re going boating today, might do some wakeboarding. Think you can handle it there Whitey?”

I crunched on my breakfast, staring him down,”Just you wait and see. It’s not just on frozen water that I can kick your ass.”

“Oh, it’s on.”

I looked up as I heard the crunch of gravel under the tires of Andrew’s SUV, perking up immediately. Matt shook his head and punched me in the shoulder lightly, “You’re pathetic.”

“Shut up.”

The door of the cottage opened and Andrew stepped through, turning around and taking off his shoes. My eyes wandered to his ass in those khaki cargo shorts of his as he bent over to untie them, I felt myself salivating where I sat. I somehow found myself wishing that he didn’t have to wear those gigantic goalie pants on the rink, they didn’t do his butt justice. I was snapped out of my trance as Kyle’s voice boomed across the room, “Where ya been? We’ve been waiting for you!”

“Just went into town quickly, had to get the cast patched up a little bit. Got some hamburgers for tonight too.” He threw the box of frozen patties in Matt’s direction and he caught it storing them in the freezer for later.

“Let’s head out!” Matt called, suddenly drill sergeant like, “March! Grab that cooler Wellwood and make it snappy. Raycroft and White you better get your fine asses out on to that deck in the next 5 seconds!”

“Yes sir!” Kyle saluted mockingly.

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Andy’s POV

It was fun watching them wake board without being pressured to try and break my own neck, I was almost glad for my hand and arm injury allowing for me to just lounge around on the boat. I grabbed Kyle’s video camera and taped a particularly painful looking wipe-out that he had just had, that would be fun to watch later. Matt was pretty good, you could tell he’d done it many times before, doing flips off the wave peaks and putting everyone else to shame. We pulled in his line so he could take a break and I cracked open a beer handing it to him as he parked himself in a seat to rest up. He unbuckled his lifejacket revealing the porcelain skin beneath glistening with water droplets as he panted from his work out on the waves, Kyle’s eyes were fixed on his boy, “I am so hot for you right now.”

Matt grinned across at him, stretching his arms out in feigned exhaustion, which just made the muscles in his chest flex more, “Too bad we’re out here in the middle of the lake and…”

“Excuse us…” Kyle grabbed his arm and yanked Matt out of his seat, giggling as they went below deck. I rolled my eyes at them, but I couldn’t help laughing about it at the same time. “Crazy kids.”

I was sitting in the drivers seat and Ian on the other side of the boat, he made his way over to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I kinda like their idea,” he knelt on the floor of the boat, twisting my hips around to face him, “Besides you’ve just been sitting here on the boat, not having any fun.”

“Believe me seeing you fools give yourselves concussions is more than enough to entertain me,”

“Oooo, now that’s just mean. What would you do if I had a concussion?” his hands nimbly pulling down my swim trunks to my mid thighs, leaving me exposed and easier to access. He let his hand rub my cock in long, languid strokes.

“I d-don’t know,” I stammered, eyes closing as I bucked my hips slightly, wanting more. Below deck I heard Matt moan, no longer able to keep quiet, “Fuck Kyle! You’re amazing!” Ian looked at the closed door and shook his head, “Now I know that we can beat them.”

He pressed his tongue to the head and I groaned loudly, holding on to the seat to keep from squirming too much. “How much do you want it right now?” Ian teased, breaking contact for a moment, his breath the only thing I could feel on my member. I grabbed his neck pulling him in, “So bad. I want to feel you soooo bad. Stop fucking teasing me.”

I groaned again, as he let his tongue run the length of my mostly hard cock, a shiver running up my spine. And then suddenly I heard the noise of a boat motor, I looked up to see a fishing boat pulling nearer to ours, “Oh shit!” I pushed Ian down further, so he couldn’t be seen, “Just don’t say anything!”

“Ahoy there!” One of the fisherman called out to me, I waved back forcing a smile on to my face. My eyes glanced down to Ian, lying on his back on the floor, trying not to laugh. I was grateful that the boat edge came up past my waist or they might have seen what we had been doing.

“We heard that there were a couple of you leafs hanging out up here on Muskoka, just wanted to come see for ourselves.” The other one said, beaming at me from the boat. “Where are your buddies?”

“Oh my god!” another loud moan coming from below deck, I felt the air leave my lungs. Think quickly….okay, faster than that. One of them quirked an eyebrow, causing a nervous laugh to escape from somewhere in my stomach, “Um…well you know…Matt and his girlfriend couldn’t wait until we got back to the cottage…it was just the three of us out here.”

“Really?” the first man said, “I could swear I saw you guys motor by us with Kyle Wellwood on a wakeboard. I would love to get his autograph. That kid’s going to be a captain one day.”

I could feel cold sweat breaking out on my forehead, I hated lying. “Um…that was earlier…we dropped Kyle and Ian back at the cottage. We just wanted to go cruising for a little longer. They wanted to go home and drink,” I shrugged, “What can you do? Hehe…”

“OHhh fuck! Right there!”

The fisherman flushed, slightly embarrassed, “He sure has stamina doesn’t he? Well…you must feel pretty awkward.”

“Story of my life,” I forced another grin on my face, smacking away Ian’s hand as he made a grab for my groin again.

“You want to come fishing with us until they’re done?” the other suggested hopefully.

“Nah, I think they’re just about done. I can stick it out. Been through much worse than this.” Ian snorted back laughter and I kicked him.

“We’ll er….leave you guys alone now.”

The other one nodded, “Mmhmm, good luck next season Raycroft. Just uh…try and be a little more consistent eh?”

His friend threw a pail at him across the boat, “Owch..watch out!”

“Idiot!...er…sorry Mr. Raycroft sir. He meant try and make sure we make it to the playoffs. We appreciate your help. Well bye!” Their arguing was heard until they were far enough out in the middle of the lake.

I sighed, “That was close…like really close.” Apparently someone else was close to.

“Oh! Fuck! Yes! KYLE!”

I felt kind of dirty listening to them getting it on below deck, but I let Ian take care of my errection regardless.

After our little session we moved to the back of the boat, lying back on one of the bench seats and just catching some rays. Kyle and Matt came up not too much later, faces sweaty and with the biggest grins I’d ever seen, you’d have thought they’d just won the Stanley cup.

Ian laughed at the pair of them, “Try and make a little more noise next time. By the way, you’re a girl now Kyle.”

“How did you know what we were role playing?” he winked at me in a joking manner.

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We spent the rest of the night just eating and drinking, everyone too exhausted to actually do much after the swimming, boarding and ahem…other rigorous activities. We turned in early, stripping down to our boxers and crawling into bed. I pulled him into a tight one-armed hug, pushing myself up against him as much as possible. My hand intertwined in his, “Good night Ian.”

“Night Babe…” he said already half-asleep. “Glad to see your hands have stopped shaking, I guess you really did only need a day to calm down.”

“Yeah. Good thing.”