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2minsforslashingTitle: Be Still
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geekintehpink
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Glen Murray/Marc Savard
Word Count: 1,625
Rating: NC17
Far, away from it all.
You and me with no one else around.
A brand new start...
is all we need, it’s all we need to mend these hearts.
Back to the beginning.
Be still; let it go.
Before we lost hope...
When we still touched and love wasn’t so hard.
“Edmonton?”
I turned my head and looked at him as he sat at the computer. His apartment was supposed to be a place to escape the insanity. To get past all the daily madness that was the life of a slumping hockey player, on the verge of being traded. Last year, it had been. Last year, I had come over here and we had played poker, drank and fucked until the sun came up. Last year, Marc Savard's apartment had been my sanctuary. But that was before love had come in and changed everything. It was funny. Because at the start, I wasn't supposed to fall in love with him. It was supposed to be a fling. One of those things that was convenient on the road for both of us. But then something had happened. I remembered the night that I fell in love with him. It was one of those things that I'd never forget.
It was after a game against—conveniently Buffalo, now that I thought about it—and we were resting (not sleeping, just relaxing) in the hotel room, each of us having a beer. This was before every night became a night to make love. As a matter of fact, we hadn't done it at all yet. But I wanted to. So I came on to him. Because I figured that we had kissed awkwardly in the locker room, so the concept of taking it farther than that would not be unwelcome. But he pushed me away. Told me that he 'knew that I wasn't over all that had happened with Joe and Izzy yet' and that he 'didn't want to take advantage of me when I was still hurting.' And I realized it then. Marc was not like other men. And realizing this made getting over the others an easier process. And within two months, Marc Savard was the only person in my world.
Even though everyone was conspiring against us. Joe. And Tim, even though that was part my fault, too, and I don't regret even a second of it. And now, if whatever rumor Marc was reading right then had any sort of accuracy to it, upper management was, too. I sighed and stood from my perch on his couch, walking slowly to his desk and putting my hand on top of the laptop, closing it gently. “Marc. Listen...” I watched as his eyes rose to look at mine, and bit my lip. “I'm on edge this time of year anyway. But...I don't want you to already have our doom stamp pasted to us, okay? I mean...” I paused. Did I even know what I meant? “So what if it's true. Let's...make the best of the time we have...”
His eyes were teary. And that made me want to cry, but I wasn't ready to admit that it may be over. I loved him. And would do the long distance thing if he was willing, because I wanted, more than anything, to be with him. He made me feel ways that I hadn't felt in my entire life, and I didn't want it to end. Ever. “I know. I just...” he stood and put his arms around me, laying against my shoulder. And I realized that all those times that Katie had done this? This was what it was supposed to feel like. I was supposed to feel the need to protect. To do anything in my power to make it better. And I told myself, in that second, that I was going to score five goals on my own in the next game, to keep myself in the proper place. With Marc. By his side. “I just don't want to lose you...”
I nodded my head and closed my eyes for a second, taking a breath. “I know. I don't want to go, and I promise, if this is my last chance, I will make the best of it. I'll fix whatever is wrong up here,” I pointed to my head and nodded, “so I can stay with you. I never want to leave you, Marc...” I put my hand on his cheek again and pressed my lips to his. “God, I love you...so much,” I parted his lips with my tongue and pulled him close to me.
“I love you, too...” he said when we broke free for air, and looked at me, still slightly bleary. “So much. I mean...god...”
“Sh...” I whispered, nodding toward his couch and watching as he just took the reins, heading toward the couch without being pulled or pushed. But when we got there, he shoved me down and smiled a bit, though his cheeks were still a bit wet. The look in his eyes made me smirk, since that was the look that he got when it was in his mind to please me like I'd never been pleased before. I had never thought it was possible for someone to continually top themselves, but...Marc somehow always managed to find a new top to the chart and...I loved every second of it. He pushed me down to the couch gently and bit his lip, before slowly dropping to his knees before me, and at this point, my heart rate was through the roof. “Fuck, Marc...you're so...”
“I know...” he smirked, putting his hand on my belt buckle and undoing the restrictive leather fabric in a manner that made my cock twinge. “No one can please you quite like I can, can they, Glen?” he asked with a huge smirk on his face. That was the cockiness I loved about him. The 'you know you love me, so don't even try to deny' thing that he had about him was quite possibly the hottest thing I had ever seen.
I shook my head no in response to his question and bit my lip. “No. No one ever has and no one ever will, because, Marc, I am yours...” I whispered to him, feeling his fingers lightly graze the sensitive skin on my abdomen and watching the hunger fill his eyes as he moved my jeans down. His palm was on my shaft then, not that I needed any help rising to the occasion, but...Jesus Christ, Marc knew just the way to touch me to drive me absolutely insane. “Please don't tease...” I whispered to him, arching my back off the couch a little, though I know that he could tell how much I wanted him already.
I felt the wet heat of Marc's tongue running up my length, and immediately, I felt the blood rush down, my eyes widened and my hands grabbed hold of the couch, thankful that Marc had chosen the normal couch rather than the leather one. He flicked his tongue against my head and lapped up a bit of precum, and I let out a quick cry of ecstasy before I felt his lips wrapping themselves around my head. And then it began. I watched as his cheeks sunk in, and he swirled his tongue around on his way down to the base, using his hand to gently cup my balls. And I felt myself shudder in a breath. “Fuck, Marc...” I gasped out. “I...” I tried to gather any words to say, but instead, looked down at him, to see that while he was sucking me, he was pleasuring himself. And, I decided that...I would help him along. “Do you remember...” I thought back to the time that he'd often told me was his favorite sexual encounter of outs. “When we were in New York City last year...and...behind that desk after closing in the hotel?”
I felt him moan around my cock and let out a shuddering breath of my own as the vibrations of his moan sent me into a spiral where all I could think about was him. “And when I did this to you? And I swear to...” a pause for a breath, “...god, even our...whispers echoed...” I stopped when he released my cock from his lips for a second and took in a breath, and the cold of the air made my body shudder, but didn't even deter my erection in the slightest. No, I was still seconds from exploding in his mouth. He closed his lips around me again and I leaned my head back against the couch, unable to say anything more. Until...about two seconds later when I felt I couldn't hold it in any longer. “F—fuck...” I cried out, feeling him whimper around my cock, probably signifying that he was almost there, too. “J—just...let it go. We can...go together and...OH GOD!” I cried out, exploding into Marc's mouth, throwing my head back.
I couldn't think straight for a few minutes, but even in my haze, I heard him cry out in an ecstasy equal to mine, a mere few seconds later. And then, he made his way, in a slightly wobbly fashion, up onto the couch with me, and leaned against my shoulder; both of us awaiting the world to stop spinning. And, when it finally did, I spoke up. “You know, Marc, that no matter where we are...no matter how far apart...” I paused, leaning my head over onto his, “I'll always love you. And I swear on my life, I will...wait for you.”
“Me too, Glen. I promise...”
But, I still wasn't resigning myself to this fate. Not yet. I couldn't give up. Not when I had the best thing I could ever ask for, sitting right beside me. Just being. Not trying to be anything. Just...being still.
I wasn't ready to give up just yet.
Foolish one with the smile, you don’t have to be brave.
Every time we fall down, but we’re falling from grace.
I’ll gladly climb your walls if you’ll meet me halfway.
Slow, slow it down;
why do we run, we’re missing so much babe
Just lay in my arms for a while and...
be still; we should’ve known.
Authors:
geekintehpinkFandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Glen Murray/Marc Savard
Word Count: 1,625
Rating: NC17
You and me with no one else around.
A brand new start...
is all we need, it’s all we need to mend these hearts.
Back to the beginning.
Be still; let it go.
Before we lost hope...
When we still touched and love wasn’t so hard.
“Edmonton?”
I turned my head and looked at him as he sat at the computer. His apartment was supposed to be a place to escape the insanity. To get past all the daily madness that was the life of a slumping hockey player, on the verge of being traded. Last year, it had been. Last year, I had come over here and we had played poker, drank and fucked until the sun came up. Last year, Marc Savard's apartment had been my sanctuary. But that was before love had come in and changed everything. It was funny. Because at the start, I wasn't supposed to fall in love with him. It was supposed to be a fling. One of those things that was convenient on the road for both of us. But then something had happened. I remembered the night that I fell in love with him. It was one of those things that I'd never forget.
It was after a game against—conveniently Buffalo, now that I thought about it—and we were resting (not sleeping, just relaxing) in the hotel room, each of us having a beer. This was before every night became a night to make love. As a matter of fact, we hadn't done it at all yet. But I wanted to. So I came on to him. Because I figured that we had kissed awkwardly in the locker room, so the concept of taking it farther than that would not be unwelcome. But he pushed me away. Told me that he 'knew that I wasn't over all that had happened with Joe and Izzy yet' and that he 'didn't want to take advantage of me when I was still hurting.' And I realized it then. Marc was not like other men. And realizing this made getting over the others an easier process. And within two months, Marc Savard was the only person in my world.
Even though everyone was conspiring against us. Joe. And Tim, even though that was part my fault, too, and I don't regret even a second of it. And now, if whatever rumor Marc was reading right then had any sort of accuracy to it, upper management was, too. I sighed and stood from my perch on his couch, walking slowly to his desk and putting my hand on top of the laptop, closing it gently. “Marc. Listen...” I watched as his eyes rose to look at mine, and bit my lip. “I'm on edge this time of year anyway. But...I don't want you to already have our doom stamp pasted to us, okay? I mean...” I paused. Did I even know what I meant? “So what if it's true. Let's...make the best of the time we have...”
His eyes were teary. And that made me want to cry, but I wasn't ready to admit that it may be over. I loved him. And would do the long distance thing if he was willing, because I wanted, more than anything, to be with him. He made me feel ways that I hadn't felt in my entire life, and I didn't want it to end. Ever. “I know. I just...” he stood and put his arms around me, laying against my shoulder. And I realized that all those times that Katie had done this? This was what it was supposed to feel like. I was supposed to feel the need to protect. To do anything in my power to make it better. And I told myself, in that second, that I was going to score five goals on my own in the next game, to keep myself in the proper place. With Marc. By his side. “I just don't want to lose you...”
I nodded my head and closed my eyes for a second, taking a breath. “I know. I don't want to go, and I promise, if this is my last chance, I will make the best of it. I'll fix whatever is wrong up here,” I pointed to my head and nodded, “so I can stay with you. I never want to leave you, Marc...” I put my hand on his cheek again and pressed my lips to his. “God, I love you...so much,” I parted his lips with my tongue and pulled him close to me.
“I love you, too...” he said when we broke free for air, and looked at me, still slightly bleary. “So much. I mean...god...”
“Sh...” I whispered, nodding toward his couch and watching as he just took the reins, heading toward the couch without being pulled or pushed. But when we got there, he shoved me down and smiled a bit, though his cheeks were still a bit wet. The look in his eyes made me smirk, since that was the look that he got when it was in his mind to please me like I'd never been pleased before. I had never thought it was possible for someone to continually top themselves, but...Marc somehow always managed to find a new top to the chart and...I loved every second of it. He pushed me down to the couch gently and bit his lip, before slowly dropping to his knees before me, and at this point, my heart rate was through the roof. “Fuck, Marc...you're so...”
“I know...” he smirked, putting his hand on my belt buckle and undoing the restrictive leather fabric in a manner that made my cock twinge. “No one can please you quite like I can, can they, Glen?” he asked with a huge smirk on his face. That was the cockiness I loved about him. The 'you know you love me, so don't even try to deny' thing that he had about him was quite possibly the hottest thing I had ever seen.
I shook my head no in response to his question and bit my lip. “No. No one ever has and no one ever will, because, Marc, I am yours...” I whispered to him, feeling his fingers lightly graze the sensitive skin on my abdomen and watching the hunger fill his eyes as he moved my jeans down. His palm was on my shaft then, not that I needed any help rising to the occasion, but...Jesus Christ, Marc knew just the way to touch me to drive me absolutely insane. “Please don't tease...” I whispered to him, arching my back off the couch a little, though I know that he could tell how much I wanted him already.
I felt the wet heat of Marc's tongue running up my length, and immediately, I felt the blood rush down, my eyes widened and my hands grabbed hold of the couch, thankful that Marc had chosen the normal couch rather than the leather one. He flicked his tongue against my head and lapped up a bit of precum, and I let out a quick cry of ecstasy before I felt his lips wrapping themselves around my head. And then it began. I watched as his cheeks sunk in, and he swirled his tongue around on his way down to the base, using his hand to gently cup my balls. And I felt myself shudder in a breath. “Fuck, Marc...” I gasped out. “I...” I tried to gather any words to say, but instead, looked down at him, to see that while he was sucking me, he was pleasuring himself. And, I decided that...I would help him along. “Do you remember...” I thought back to the time that he'd often told me was his favorite sexual encounter of outs. “When we were in New York City last year...and...behind that desk after closing in the hotel?”
I felt him moan around my cock and let out a shuddering breath of my own as the vibrations of his moan sent me into a spiral where all I could think about was him. “And when I did this to you? And I swear to...” a pause for a breath, “...god, even our...whispers echoed...” I stopped when he released my cock from his lips for a second and took in a breath, and the cold of the air made my body shudder, but didn't even deter my erection in the slightest. No, I was still seconds from exploding in his mouth. He closed his lips around me again and I leaned my head back against the couch, unable to say anything more. Until...about two seconds later when I felt I couldn't hold it in any longer. “F—fuck...” I cried out, feeling him whimper around my cock, probably signifying that he was almost there, too. “J—just...let it go. We can...go together and...OH GOD!” I cried out, exploding into Marc's mouth, throwing my head back.
I couldn't think straight for a few minutes, but even in my haze, I heard him cry out in an ecstasy equal to mine, a mere few seconds later. And then, he made his way, in a slightly wobbly fashion, up onto the couch with me, and leaned against my shoulder; both of us awaiting the world to stop spinning. And, when it finally did, I spoke up. “You know, Marc, that no matter where we are...no matter how far apart...” I paused, leaning my head over onto his, “I'll always love you. And I swear on my life, I will...wait for you.”
“Me too, Glen. I promise...”
But, I still wasn't resigning myself to this fate. Not yet. I couldn't give up. Not when I had the best thing I could ever ask for, sitting right beside me. Just being. Not trying to be anything. Just...being still.
I wasn't ready to give up just yet.
Every time we fall down, but we’re falling from grace.
I’ll gladly climb your walls if you’ll meet me halfway.
Slow, slow it down;
why do we run, we’re missing so much babe
Just lay in my arms for a while and...
be still; we should’ve known.
lyrics by Kelly Clarkson
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Date: 2007-11-15 04:07 am (UTC)<3
siiigh
i love it as always
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Date: 2007-11-15 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-15 10:15 am (UTC)I love it I love it I love it.
...and Glen. ;)
And you most of all. <3
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Date: 2007-11-15 04:04 pm (UTC)♥ Thank you, love.
...he loves you too.
...and so do I. ♥
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Date: 2007-11-15 07:15 pm (UTC)So glad to log on and see that you'd updated :) More please? XD
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Date: 2007-11-16 03:34 am (UTC)Definitely more on the way. ♥