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2minsforslashingCharacters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White, appearances by a certain ex-team mate...again (persistent bugger ;) )
Word Count: 3051
Rating: NC-17, the usual swearing and slashing.
Setting: Toronto, Ontario
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’.
Andy's POV
Ian had left early to go the gym and do some weight work with the trainers, I was supposed to go and practice with the goalie coaches and I was already late. I kicked a pair of my jeans out of the way, searching madly for my keys. We really did have to clean up, I thought as I rummaged through a pile of Ian’s shirts. “What the fuck? I really need one of those key finder things.”
Staring around my bedroom anxiously, I was beginning to think this whole thing was hopeless. I walked into the living room now looking around for any place I could possibly think of leaving them. Hm, the couch maybe? I jumped on to it and started throwing the cushions on to the floor, hand grappling down into the seat, attempting to retrieve my keys. No luck again. Maybe the chair? I kneeled on the floor, and stuck my arm into the cushions, my hand feeling around…oh was that it? On second thought…no, I don’t want to know what that is. To the left, and hm…definitely something. I gripped the plastic object and pulled it out.
A cell phone? It’s not mine. It’s not Ian’s…Fuck me! He did this on purpose! Patrice was definitely a crafty son of a bitch, I’d give him that. Where did he say he was staying again? I think it was the Four Seasons. Well this was just perfect, Ian was going to lose it if I take this back to him. I can’t get him to do it though or he’ll probably end up killing him. “Okay, I’ll just run over there quickly before practice and leave it at the front desk. No harm, no foul. Just quickly over there and then I’ll be gone. Quick as a flash. Why am I still talking to myself?”
I was almost out the door again, when I realised I still didn’t have my keys. Damn, okay…now think. What did you do with them after you came in the door? I dropped the groceries, like the tool that I am, so I put my keys in my pocket. Now where were my jeans? I seem to remember them being ripped off my body sometime last night, followed by my boxers, and Ian’s hands…and I’m getting way off-track. Focus Andrew…Fuck! I ran into the bedroom and pulled them off of the side table lamp, reaching into my pocket and grabbing my keys.
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I pulled into the underground parking lot for the Four Seasons, and sat in my car for about 10 minutes wondering if I’d made the right decision. Its fine, it’s not like I’m even going to see him right?
Walking into the lobby, I took a wary look around for his tousled brown hair and that devilish smile. Okay, so no Patty. Move out. I walked briskly over to the front desk where I was greeted by some stuck-up looking man in a suit, “Can I help you sir?”
“Uh yes…is there a Mr. Patrice Bergeron staying with you? He left his phone at my house.”
“I’m sorry sir but we can’t give out that sort of information to-“
“Yes, yes I know! But see I have his phone, so there’s no way of getting in touch with him to tell him that I have it. I really just want to leave it with you, but I don’t want to leave it if he’s not here. Do you see what I’m saying? I’m a hockey player too you know, it’s not like I’m with the press or some crazy stalker person out to get him.” I inhaled at the end of my rant and looked at him pleadingly.
“Well…I…”
“Andrew?” Fuck. I turned around to see a very pleased looking Patrice Bergeron standing behind me.
“It’s not what you think. I have your phone, and I don’t want to have it anymore. So here,” I tossed it to him, not really caring if he dropped it, “I have to go, I’m so late for practice.” I turned and made a flat out run for the door.
“Wait!” he ran after me and caught my arm just as I got to the doors,”I have something of yours upstairs. I was going to bring it by but I had totally forgotten it was in my suitcase.”
I laughed, “I can’t believe you’re actually trying to use that line on me! Do I really come off as that stupid? You just want to get me in your room! You’re unbelievable you know that, fucking unbelievable!”
“You can wait in the hall if you don’t trust me…I know it’s something you’ll want back. You’ve just forgotten about it that’s all.”
“Well…” I looked at my watch; I’m now an hour and a half late…practice will be over by the time I get there. “Fine. Just don’t try anything.”
“Me? Why would I try something?” he winked at me, pulling on my shirt sleeve to follow him. I yanked my arm away from him, not wanting him to touch me in any way and sending him a warning glance to which he smirked. I hated how cocky he was, he thought he could get away with anything.
The elevator ride up was awkward, and I stood as far away from him as physically possible, pressed up against the side. We reached his floor and I stopped half-way down the hall to his room by one of the maid’s closets. He turned and looked at me quizzically, “You’re really going to stand in the hall? I was kidding. I’ll be a good boy. That’s really not necessary.”
I crossed my arms across my chest and stood my ground, “Oh I think it is.”
This only seemed to amuse Patrice further, like I was playing right into his trap, which really unnerved me. He went into his room and came back out with a bundle under his arm. He walked up slowly and unravelled what I now saw was my favourite blue hooded sweater. I reached for it, but he pulled it back bringing it up to his face and smelling the fabric, hugging it close to him.
“I can barely smell you anymore,” he stepped closer, but I took a step back which caused a sigh to escape his lungs, “Sometimes when I’m at home by myself…I like to wear it and think about us. Hm…on second thought, I don’t think I want to give it back. If you don’t want to be with me anymore then I want to have something of yours. Something to remember you by.”
“Fine. Keep it. I’m gone.” I turned to leave, but Patrice was faster then me and in one swift movement had opened the closet door and thrown us inside of it. My back smacked against the shelves, rattling some objects from their perch and clattering on to the floor. It was dark and I heard the lock click. “This isn’t funny Patrice! Open the fucking door!”
I tried in vain to see him in the dark but it was no use, I could hear his breathing though. “Patrice if you don’t let me out, I’ll punch you in the face. I swear to god, I don’t want to break your nose!”
“Well, if you refuse to go into my room. I have to find other places to please you in…”
“No! There will be no pleasing! Damn it Pat! I am not fucking pleased!” I was feeling my way along the wall to the door, when I stepped into a bucket, cursing all the while.
“Not just yet you’re not. But you’ll see.”
“Fuck you Patrice. Don’t you dare fucking touch me!”
“Oh get over it! I know you want me, you try so hard to hide it, but it’s there. Still. After everything. I can see it in your eyes. So you’re with Ian now, I don’t care. I just want to taste you, touch you and feel your skin on mine. I need it! No one’s like you Andrew! No one.” His hand had finally made its way on to my chest, and I pushed it off roughly, continuing to edge towards the door.
“No Patrice!”
“Is your boy really so perfect? How do you know he’s never cheated…it’s not a big deal really.”
“I…” How does he always know just what to say, to get to me? “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The hesitation seemed to be all he needed to hear, “So he did? Tut tut, I’ve never cheated on you, and I don’t plan to. But if he cheated, then I guess it’s fair to say that you’re allowed to even the score, hm?”
He put his hand on my chest again, I pushed it away, but he put it back so I fought back again. This repeated several times before he finally just held my arms down at my sides so I couldn’t protest. I could feel his breath on my neck now and I struggled against him.
“I don’t care what he did! He hasn’t done it again and I believe him.”
“That’s sweet, but I know you better then that. It still bothers you and it will keep bothering you too until you let me take care of it for you.” He pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss onto the pulse point on my neck, my heart beating faster.
He was working up my neck to my lips, but I pulled my head to the side stubbornly, “I can’t do this. This is wrong!”
He snickered, “I hope so.” Finally succeeding in catching my lips with his own, I didn’t kiss back though…I refused to.
Ian’s POV
I scrubbed my hair with a towel as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping it around my waist when I was done and walking into the locker room. It was the defenseman’s work out day so I didn’t have Matt and Kyle to talk to, I turned to Carlo who was sitting beside me and rummaging through his bag, “So uh…have you seen Andrew today? I noticed JS and Pogge were out there on their own. Is he doing some special weight training or something?”
Carlo shrugged, preoccupied with his own thoughts, “Sorry haven’t seen him today man. Heard Coach talking about how he didn’t show up.”
“I hope he’s not hurt…it’s not really like him to not show up for something. He would have at least called.” I looked down at my cell phone, expecting to see that I’d missed a call but it was blank. Turning back to Carlo, I was going to say something else when I noticed he had buttoned up his shirt wrong. I laughed at him, “Something on your mind Coley?”
“What?” He looked down and flushed when he saw his handiwork, beginning to unbutton it so he could do it properly, “Oh…um yeah I guess so. I shouldn’t really talk about it though.”
“Who do you think you’re talking to here? Now sit down and let’s hear it.”
He grinned, sitting on the bench beside me, “Well…I…Um…I don’t know where to start.” His voice was excited and his smile infectious as he spoke about whatever had him so pleased, “Well my parents and Jason Spezza’s parents are friends and they had like a barbeque thing, so I had to go and he was there. We got to talking, and drinking and…other things. Oh man Ian, Jay’s amazing! I don’t know why I never noticed it before.”
“Well Matt will be happy that you’ve got someone else now and you’ll leave Kyle alone.” I punched him playfully in the arm and he grinned even more. “But no really…I’ve never seen you this happy. Dude, he must be good. I may have to give him a call…” He glared at me, “I kid, I kid.”
“Okay well, I gotta go then. He’s waiting for me,” he winked, throwing his bag over his shoulder, “I hope Andrew’s okay.”
I waved at his retreating back, “Me too.”
Andy’s POV
I didn’t kiss back though…I refused to. And he seemed to understand this, kissing was so personal. Something so intimate I couldn’t do it with someone else. He was on his knees now in front of me, pushing up my shirt with his hands to nip at my stomach. I just stood there, I wasn’t protesting anymore…but I wasn’t encouraging him either. I was just letting him do what he wanted.
I felt his hands on my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping until they fell off my hips onto the floor. He next pulled my boxers down slowly, kissing the area between my belly button and my cock. I still couldn’t see anything, and maybe that made this whole thing a little easier to just stand there and accept.
“Just like old times hm?” he whispered, stroking a hand across my cock gently, just barely grazing it with his fingertips. That touch being more powerful then taking it by force, “Just like when we used to sneak off the ice after practice…” he ran his thumb over the tip, gently again and then pushing down hard and forcing a gasp from my lungs.
“You remember? It used to get so bad that I couldn’t wait to push you into the nearest room and fuck all that remaining energy out of you.” I bit down on my lip, as the memories he was talking about came flooding back to me, he pushed his nose into my thigh, “You still as flexible as you used to be?”
The only response I could muster was a groan as his hands continued to work me into incoherence. Sensing I was getting closer he replaced his hands with his mouth, so warm and moist around me, sending shivers up my spine. I gripped on to the shelf behind me for support as the suction increased, leaving me gasping for breath. “Uh…fuck…I hate you.”
He snickered again, the vibrations of his amusement making it even harder for me to breathe. He gripped on to my thighs tightly, spreading my legs further apart for easier access to my cock. His thumbs were digging into my legs and I was sure it would bruise, but I couldn’t think of anything that was wrong with that in my current state. He bobbed his head up and down, letting me remember just what I was missing. He really did give the most incredible head of anyone I’d been with. Proving that yet again as I hit the back of his throat and exploded in his mouth, Patrice lapping up all of me.
Don’t get me wrong, Ian was good at other things that Patrice was not. Patrice was just different, not better necessarily, but different. My knees couldn’t hold me up anymore and I slouched down the wall onto the floor, Patrice straddling me where I sat and laying kisses on my face, “See? I told you I’d make you feel better about everything.”
I nodded, totally out of my head in the aftermath of what had just happened to my nether regions, he used my vulnerable state to force my mouth open and let his tongue explore my mouth. I still wasn’t kissing back though. Just kind of sat there and I could tell he was a little hurt that he hadn’t changed my mind completely, “Don’t you taste good? I missed it so much.” He attacked my jaw line, a little more fierce then before, licking up and down, “You taste good everywhere. Mmm…I just want to drag you back to my room so I can do it all over again.”
My cell phone started vibrating in my pocket and it made Patrice jump as it tickled his thigh, I pulled it out and looked at the display. Oh fuck…it was Ian. I covered Patrice’s mouth with one of my hands and pushed the send button, “Hello?”
“Hey, where are you? Why didn’t you come to practice today?”
“I didn’t feel well…” I winced, already feeling guilty about lying to him. Patrice was sucking on my hands, dragging his tongue over it’s surface.
“Oh. Well why didn’t you call and tell Maurice? He was flipping out.”
“Yeah I’m sorry. It was sudden and I kind of knocked myself out with my cold medicine.” I laughed nervously, hoping he wouldn’t push it.
“Do you want me to pick up anything for you on my way home?” Home. Yeah…it was home wasn’t it. “Like some chicken soup or something? Ice cream? Pizza?” He laughed, “Whatever you want babe, just let me know and I’ll get it for you. As long as it’s in
My stomach contracted painfully at his genuine concern and willingness to please me, “No, I’ll be fine. Just come home.” My eyes were starting to tear up, “I don’t deserve you.”
“What’s this now? Of course you do. I’m the one who doesn’t-“
“Please don’t finish that.”
“Um…okay, you’re scaring me. You want to tell me what’s going on?” His voice was getting a little tense.
“Just come home please.” I repeated and hung up the phone. I covered my face with my hands, “Oh god…what did I do? This was such a mistake!” I pushed Patrice off of me and began pulling up my pants. He just sat on the floor, obviously upset at my sudden reaction.
“I…I have to go. I have to get back before him.” I opened the door, squinting at the sudden light and stepped into the hall, zipping up my fly. A maid walked by and gave me the dirtiest look I’ve yet to see, and then went into one of the rooms to clean it.
Patrice stepped out, sweater over his shoulder and grabbed on to my hand as I was leaving, holding it tenderly, “Andrew I love you! Please don’t leave…I need you.”
I bit down on my lip, “He needs me too.” I pulled away and was walking towards the elevator, when he started yelling down the hall at me.
“Come back! I’ll make it worth your while. Please?”
I didn’t look back just went to the elevator and pushed down, “No.” he couldn’t hear me, but I had to say it. “I need him too.”
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Date: 2007-07-15 04:22 pm (UTC)And I LOVE that you worked Spezz into this story with Carlo! I hope you continue to write their story as well =)
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Date: 2007-07-16 07:04 am (UTC)Grr, I don't like this Patrice!
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Date: 2007-07-16 09:31 am (UTC)And thank you. I dunno about being prolific, usually I don't get anything done. I'm just bored and have no social life as my friends have left me for the summer...
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Date: 2007-07-16 07:20 pm (UTC)“No! There will be no pleasing! Damn it Pat! I am not fucking pleased!”
Heeee...I liked that line, it made me giggle :)(Yeesh, I'm bad at commenting - I get kind of mesmerized and forget!)
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Date: 2007-07-17 01:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-17 02:09 am (UTC)I do love it, though. Just so you know if I don't comment more often...
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Date: 2007-08-12 11:31 am (UTC)OK. I was kind of feeling sorry for Patrice. I mean, all that happened between Andy and Patrice was that one of them was traded. That doesn't erase three years. I can feel for Patrice, but am kind of irked that he all but raped Andy.
I am kind of surprised Andy doesn't seem to be more conflicted at the return of Patrice.
Patrice, despite his obnoxiousness, is sexy. Must be the French blood.