THE QUIET THINGS THAT NO ONE EVER KNOWS

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Title: The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows
Authors: geekintehpink & ks_writes
Character/Pairing: Phil Kessel (Boston Bruins)/Drew Stafford (Buffalo Sabres)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, k?
Rating: NC17. Yeah, we are filthy ladies.
Warnings: Language, seckses.
Word Count: 4,623
Author's Note: This came to us on a random whim, upon finding that Phil and Drew share a home state. XD

When Drew gave Phil Kessel his number, the last thing he'd expected was that Phil would actually call him.

They'd started talking after a game one night, as they shared a home state. They'd discussed how they both loved fishing in the off season, and Phil suggested they both meet up sometime and go on a trip. Drew cheerfully swapped numbers with him, and then forgot all about it.

Until Phil kept his word, and called him up on to arrange everything. Drew had nothing better to do, and be honest he would appreciate the company. Not many people were interested in joining him on a fishing trip these days, and so it was he found himself on a riverbank in Wisconsin on a hot July morning, about to spend a day in a boat with someone he hardly knew...

Phil grabbed the cooler from the back of his truck with all the proper...accouterments in it. He'd been looking forward to this fishing trip since the day that he and Drew had met in that bar in Buffalo. It had been a crappy game, and the guys had all gone out to...drown their sorrows, most of them forgetting that in the States, Phil wasn't legal to drink yet. So, the stupid 'underage' stamp had been placed on his hand and he had the embarrassing task of sitting there and being sober while all his teammates got absolutely blitzed. It was one of those nights that Phil thought he'd want to forget. Until he saw a group of Buffalo Sabres walk in, and take seats in their general vicinity.

Drew, despite being able, hadn't ordered a single drink that night. He sat, sober, and talked with Phil until their teammates decided to leave. They covered topics from music to their teams, from the fact that they both lived in Wisconsin to their favorite fishing spots...and it was strange, but Phil was starting to feel that maybe the connection between them was a little...more than just friendly. But just as he'd gotten the courage to ask, Paul Gaustad came up and told Drew that it was time to go. And after a quick phone number exchange, Phil left the bar with the biggest fucking boner he ever recalled having.

That day, though, he hoped that Paul wouldn't show up in the form of a fish and tell them to shut up. He took a turn around his car and saw Drew standing there, then called out softly. “Hey...” he said, wondering if his companion would hear him.

"Hey Phil," Drew smiled at him, as Phil grinned back. "How's your summer been?"

"Too long..." Phil said, jokingly.

"It's always too long, no matter when it begins," Drew replied, not really wanting to talk about the end of the season. He was actually looking forward to getting his mind off all that with today. "Boat's over here," he nodded in the direction of the river, and they made their way over.

"Cool. Is it yours?" Phil asked him.

"My dad's. But he never has time for this sort of thing anymore, you know how it is, he works... and I'm in short supply of friends who are interested in fishing... so I appreciate you coming down here. Fishing's relaxing, but pretty lonely if it's just you." Drew smiled at Phil again, noticing that the blonde hadn't stopped grinning since he arrived, and it was infectious.

"No problem at all," replied Phil, "I'm... I was gonna say I'm in the same boat myself, but that'd be pretty dumb, wouldn't it?"

Drew couldn't help but giggle at the comment. "You big dork," he said, shaking his head.

"What? It's true!"

"Yes, okay, it is true," Drew grinned back at him now. This was just like it had been in Buffalo; he didn't know Phil that well at all, yet somehow he was able to make him laugh like few other people, and he had a way of making him feel totally at ease.

And it was really a mutual exchange, as far as Phil was concerned. Sure, there were people on the team who could make him laugh. It was nice having them there, but after Phil had called Drew the first time, they'd made it a seemingly nightly thing to talk on the phone and either laugh with the other when they'd both won or cheer one another up when one of them (or both of them) lost. Last season, it was generally Drew doing the cheering, but Phil was okay with that, because he had his turn when the Eastern Conference finals came up. And he wasn't sure what he'd done, but by the end of the call, Drew had told him that he was the funniest guy in the world. And Phil had a smile on for the rest of the night, confusing his mother and father beyond belief.

Phil shook his head a bit and brought himself back to reality, glancing at the tackle box that Drew was carrying, and another cooler. Glancing at his own cooler, and then at Drew's, Phil cocked an eyebrow. “I told you I was bringing lunch, I thought...”

Drew laughed. “I know, but it seems that every other time we meet, you have that stamp on your hand, I figure it's your turn to have a bit of liquor in your system, Kessel,” he chuckled.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Stafford?” Phil asked, loading his things onto the boat and looking sideways at his companion.

“Would I have to try, is the question,” Drew added, in a somewhat all-knowing tone.

“Well...no...” Phil chuckled.

“Then enjoy it," Drew grinned at him. He thought for a moment, wondering how Phil could always be so happy and seemingly carefree. He'd been through a hell of a lot for one so young. He'd had an ordeal with cancer and bounced right back from it. He always had a smile, always had a joke, always made Drew laugh. He admired that about Phil, but he'd never found the way to tell him. He worried that might be misinterpreted, and the last thing he wanted to do was mess this friendship up.

"Oh don't worry," Phil said, interrupting Drew's thoughts, "I intend to. Though er... I might be a bit of a lightweight..."

"Don't tell me you've never been drunk before..."

"No, I have, just not often and not for a while... and I'm just warning you in advance in case I do something stupid like fall in the water or start talking to the fish or..." He stopped, and Drew could've sworn he saw him blush.

"Or?"

"Or say something stupid," Phil said, a little quieter. "Nothing. I'm just a silly drunk."

"And that's different to how you normally are how?"

"Well I can't stand up straight, for one thing..."

"Lightweight. We'll have to teach you how to act sober, Kess."

“Acting sober is no fun...you don't get phone numbers that way...” Phil said quietly, though he hadn't really put too much effort into getting Drew's phone number. That had been the only time, really, that he'd gotten a phone number by being himself. And it was strange.

Drew smirked in response. “I'd still give you mine,” he said in a soft tone, a slight bit of pink coming to his cheeks, suddenly realizing what he said and biting his lower lip.

“Um...thanks...” Phil cleared his throat and stood up from putting the cooler with the food in the boat. “You know,” he spoke silently. “I remember the night we first met? That, like, really hard check you threw on me? I think that messed with my head a little bit...” he flashed a sly smirk.

“Huh?” Drew raised an eyebrow, concern and confusion coming to his face. Had he been so...distracted that he'd hit Phil even harder than he'd expected to? “What do you...”

“Because uh...” Phil took a seat on the passenger's side and watched as Drew sat in the driver's seat and untied the boat from the dock. “That night...I started to...think things...”

“Things?”

"Yeah, uh... maybe you'd better pass me a beer," Phil said, looking flustered.

"Sure, no problem, Drew replied, reaching into the cooloer and getting a bottle for Phil and one for himself. He passed him the bottle opener and watched as Phil took rather more beer than was necessary on his first drink. "Woah there, tiger! It's not a drinking competition!"

"It's the damn heat, I'm thirsty!" Phil smirked.

"You'll be a drunken fool in no time if you keep that up," Drew shook his head; he couldn't remember smiling this much in a long time. "You know if you fall in the water I'm gonna have to dive in and drag you out?"

"I know," came the response after another swig if beer, and Drew noticed that almost the entire bottle has gone. "Seriously. Phil..."

"So, things," Phil interrupted him. "I, uh... well I thought things... and then I met you and we got talking and I was like thank god because things aren't just based on something that isn't actually there because I kinda think you're awesome and I'm so glad I know you and that I'm here and I should stop talking."

Drew, looking at him and not quite knowing what to say, noticed that Phil had actually turned bright red. And it was...adorable. The blonde in his hair made his cheeks even redder and, God, it was damn near the cutest thing he had ever seen. “You shouldn't stop talking, no...” he said in a soft tone, though it was loud enough to be heard over the engine of the boat. “It's...actually kind of nice to hear...things like that. Coming from someone, I mean...” he spoke shyly. Sure, he heard it from women. But...women weren't the type of people you wanted to hear it from when you were...well...like him.

Phil's look could have been described only as the most shocked look that Drew had ever seen. “You...don't hear that type of thing?” he asked with an eyebrow raised. “Like, at all?” he asked, watching as his companion's face went sullen, and immediately feeling awful for it seeming like he was rubbing it in. “I'm sorry. I'm just...surprised that no one would think...like that...about you.”

“Like what?” Drew asked in response to Phil, and bit his lip; not wanting to seem like he was milking for compliments that he didn't deserve. But, maybe he was. And Phil didn't seem to...mind. Or maybe he was just seeing things.

“Like...this. Like...” Phil paused, trying to search his brain for the right words to describe the way he thought of Drew. “Like...even for a few minutes in time, there is...” he grabbed another beer from the cooler, making the decision to become that drunken fool that Drew had told him he'd be; “there is no one else but you in the world...”

Drew glanced at Phil for a second, wondering if the heat in his own cheeks meant that his face was as red as Phil's was. "You... you feel like that?" Drew asked, after a pause.

"Yeah. I have for a while." Phil took another swig of the beer, stopping when he noticed Drew was watching him intently, as if trying to figure something out.

"Okay... stop with the beer," he said. "I want to be sure this is you saying this, and not the alcohol."

"I needed the alcohol to say it," Phil answered sheepishly. "I didn't know how you'd react, I mean, you might've told me to leave or thrown me in the water or something... and... you still might, I guess..."

"No. Nothing like that. I... I'm just... I never imagined you felt that way..."

"I'm sorry. I -"

"Because I feel the same," Drew said quickly, somehow afraid of what all this meant. He was excited, and underneath the nervous feeling he was ecstatic that this was happening, but at the same time he had the feeling that the world had just changed and he had no idea how or indeed how much. "I feel the same, Phil. I thought I was being stupid and I was just setting myself up for a world of hurt because you'd never feel the same. That is if you're even saying what I think you're saying. Oh god I hope you are..." It was his turn to feel flustered and blush all over his face.

"I am," Phil said quietly. "Ever since I first met you."

"You'd have saved an awful lot of time if you'd just told me then," Drew smiled softly at him.

"Well what about you?! You could've done the same!"

"Hey, I was scared too. And now I don't know what we should do, I mean - " And before Drew could say anything else or quite work out how it had happened, Phil was on his side of the boat, kissing him. He was surprised at how soft it was, how tender, almost as if Phil was still worried about scaring him away - but at the same time it was intense, powerful, and that just made Drew want him all the more.

"We could do that..." Phil said when he pulled away, looking into Drew's eyes, though shortly thereafter he thought that maybe he had just raped a kiss from his friend, and guilt crossed his face. “Unless...of course, uh...you don't want to; in which case I would have to throw myself off the edge of the boat and into the water...” he looked away from his friend, but then felt his body being jerked forward, into a warm entity in front of him.

“You need to talk less...” Drew whispered, locking eyes with Phil and smoothing some of that blonde hair from his face. “Just...react...” he said, pressing his lips to Phil's, and in an unspoken second taking their relationship from friendship to lovers. Well, if not lovers then there would be a looming awkwardness between the two of them for God only knows how long.

“React, huh?” Phil asked, putting his hands on Drew's hips and pulling them forward to his, showing his friend-lover how he actually was...reacting.

Drew was already aroused himself, and feeling that Phil was too only increased the feeling. He gasped slightly as Phil started moving against him, loving the friction between them; even this alone had him feeling overwhelmed, and the fact that they were floating on water wasn't helping to ground him any...

He pulled Phil closer to him, his hands through his hair, kissing him deeper and harder, and with Phil responding in kind it wasn't long before things had gotten far more heated than they had any right to in such a short space of time. Drew finally had to stop to catch his breath, very much against his will. "Phil," he whispered. "I was thinking..."

"Awww, you said no thinking," Phil grinned at him, just as breathless as Drew was.

"I know, I know," Drew answered, stroking Phil's face before playing with his hair again; he just couldn't leave that alone. "But I was thinking... for our own good... maybe we better take this boat in before we capsize it or something... not that getting wet with you wouldn't be the worst thing in the world," he grinned wickedly.

"Okay," Phil smiled. Drew went to turn them back towards the riverbank; they weren't that far out, but it felt like miles right now because all he wanted to do was be all over Phil. But apparently his companion read his mind. As he started bringing the boat in, he felt arms slipping around his waist, hands running over his chest, making him shiver under the thin fabric of his t-shirt, he felt lips on his neck, and he leaned his head back slightly and felt himself moan.

"Not shy after all, are you, Kessel..."

"Not any more," Phil whispered, running kisses up and down Drew's neck.

"If I didn't know any better I'd swear you weren't interested in fishing at all... you just lured me out here to take advantage of me..."

"Now, you're trying to get me to make some wisecrack about you being the best catch of all, aren't you..."

"You are such a dork..." Drew smiled, wondering how Phil's hands running across his chest could make him shiver on such a hot day, especially when he still hadn't even touched his bare skin yet.

"Your dork," Phil murmured into Drew's ear, and on hearing that he thought he might melt, and his need for Phil suddenly increased though he didn't know how that was possible.

"We're here," he said quietly, not wanting this to stop but anticipating what was going to happen next. Phil let go of him and Drew somehow managed to secure the boat and they both scrambled to shore; they didn't get very far before they both tumbled onto the grass, bone dry from the July weather, Phil on top of Drew, and they were once again kissing like it was their last day alive. Hands fumbled to remove clothes, in what, with anyone else, Phil was sure would have been fluent movements, but with the two of them, they were almost shaky and nervous, as though they were both equally as afraid of ruining things by making a mistake. But no, Phil wasn't about to let his mind ruin what his body was telling him was so right, as he slipped his hands in the belt loops of Drew's jeans, grateful in that moment that he wasn't wearing a belt, rather just letting the fabric hang off his hips as though the denim were tempting Phil to remove it and see what happened. Still, patience was a virtue that Phil had learned over his short twenty years on Earth, and he moved his hands up, running them beneath his lover's shirt and gently grazed two flush, erect nipples.

And the gasp that it brought from Drew was almost enough to send Phil into overdrive in itself, but he tried to keep it in first for a little while, so that everything wasn't over before it began. “I've thought of this moment, you know that?”

“Me too...” Drew whispered in a husky tone barely his own, and clamped down tightly on his lip when he felt a slight pinch coming from Phil's fingers, one to each nipple. “A lot of times...”

That last part, Phil hadn't expected. And it brought a slight moan from him, causing him, against his own volition, to drive his hips downward into his lovers, crashing them together and grinding throbbing cocks into one another. “Since the first time I met you...” he spoke in a fragment, but he was pretty sure that the point got across, as Drew's hands grabbed hold of his ass and drove him down, grinding them together once more. “Oh hell...fuck me, Drew...please...”

Drew gasped as he heard the request, searching for words as he savored the feeling of Phil's weight against him. "Is that what you want?" he spoke in a growl; he knew he wanted the same thing, but he hadn't expected to get to this point so fast.

"Yes. God, yes. I've thought about it so many times... I want it... I want you... so much..."

Drew sat them both up in order to remove Phil's shirt, and Phil was only too eager to oblige. He wanted to pleasure his partner a little more before giving him everything he wanted, even though he was finding it difficult to hold back. He kissed Phil's neck, before tracing a line down to his chest with his lips. He flicked his tongue cross one nipple, before kissing his way across to pay attention to the other, relishing the way Phil shivered and whimpered at his every move.

"Tease," Drew heard him gasp, and with that he moved his hands to undo Phil's jeans, button and zipper dispensed with easily, and as he maneuvered him to remove them and his boxers, it was revealed just how hard Phil was, just how much he truly did want this. Though, Phil thought his words were enough to do that on his own. But, apparently, Drew needed to see to believe, which was fine. Phil breathed sharply at the fact that the hot, July air still felt cold against his skin. That was how high Drew made his temperature rise. That was certainly something that Phil was unfamiliar with, but it was certainly not unwelcome. “P-please stop teasing me...” he begged, though never before had he been so desperate to feel someone inside him. He couldn't say that he'd never been with another man before. He'd been with his share from high school to right then. But that didn't matter, mostly because none of them held a candle to what Drew Stafford did to him, without even having to touch.

Drew heard the plea to stop teasing, and was more than happy to oblige, as he watched Phil lay tummy-flat on the grass. Biting his lip, he traced a trail down his partner's back with his fingers, down the spine, the small and back up the toned flesh once more, grinning at the shudder that his lover let off. Even in the dead of the summer swelter, Phil had goosebumps, and that, as strange as it sounded, made Drew a bit proud. It made him realize that, yes, Phil did want him as much as he was saying, and no, they weren't just words. He reached his hands down to carefully spread Phil's cheeks apart, and pressed himself lightly against his lover's entrance. “Are you—sure?” he asked in hungry hesitation.

“Y-yes...” Phil begged, reaching down and grabbing hold of his own cock, filling the space between his slightly raised hips and the grass, but being stopped by a demanding Drew, as he leaned down to Phil's ear.

“You're gonna return the favor after, there, Kessel...” he spoke throatily, drawing a moan from Phil's lips and shuddering at the sound.

Drew slowly slid himself inside Phil, being as gentle as he possibly could. Phil might have been begging for this, and Drew knew that this way, it wasn't going to be painless for him, but he didn't want to hurt him too much, either. "Tell me if it's too much," he whispered.

"No... don't stop..." He heard Phil whimpered slightly, and when he was all the way inside him, he stopped, letting his lover adjust to the feeling. "Oh, god... Drew... you feel so good..." Phil breathed, and Drew felt him writhing slightly underneath him. "Please... fuck me... fuck me hard... I want you so fucking much..."

Drew loved being wanted like this. It was new to him, and before this he'd never felt truly desired. He loved feeling like he had power over someone, even though he knew full well the power was Phil's. Whatever he asked him to do, he would do it. And with that, he started moving his hips. Slowly at first, steadily getting faster; the heat of Phil around him was intoxicating, and as he felt Phil bucking his hips to meet his thrusts, he moved faster, and deeper, finding a rhythm and judging by Phil's cries, hitting just the right spot.

"Yes... Drew... yes... fuck... harder..." Hearing Phil moaning was pushing Drew over the edge, as he grabbed Phil's hips and pulled him further back onto him, wanting to get ever deeper inside, causing the blonde to yelp out even louder with what Drew hoped was pleasure. There came no command to stop, and Drew could no longer keep quiet himself, as he fucked Phil even harder, and finally he was over the edge, and released himself inside Phil with an intensity he had never known before, and both of them crying out at the same time, not caring who might hear them.

Drew dropped to his knees, exhausted, trying to catch his breath, when Phil turned to him.

"That... was incredible... and I... don't know how I made myself do it..." Phil spoke breathlessly, "but I managed... to hold on... and I have to return the favor... right?” he asked with a smirk. Though it was hard to cling to the edge with Drew, driving into him as he had been, brushing and then pressing against his prostate...hell, Phil had all he could do not to have his entire body explode into little pieces. But he didn't, and he was sure he wouldn't last very long inside Drew now. Drew lay on his stomach now, and Phil raised his hips, using some of the seed still coating Drew's own cock as a lubricant for his own, to soften the feel of him entering, since he didn't know exactly how experienced his lover was. “Are you...”

“Please...now Phil...p-please...I want to feel...how it feels...when...”

Drew didn't even get to finish what he was saying, before he was silenced by a hungry Phil Kessel pushing gently into him, bringing equally loud moans from each of them. For a second, before he felt nothing but the absolute blinding ecstasy of being inside the man he loved, Phil noticed with a smirk that Drew's breathing matched his propulsions forward, and that fueled him even more. “You're...so fucking tight...” he whispered into his lover's ear.

“I...you feel so fucking...oh God...” Drew stopped dead, feeling as though all air, all blood...all everything had gone straight down to his cock. “Wh-what was that...d-do it again please...”

The way Drew pleaded, Phil was getting the impression that if he had ever been with a man before, they hadn't been talented enough to find his prostate. And...that was where Phil was going to turn him into the happiest man alive. Finding the right angle, Phil brushed that spot repeatedly, listening as the moans went from moans to cries of ecstasy, from cries to whimpers and from whimpers to silent screams. And that was all he needed. His breath caught in his throat, and he threw his head back, crying out in the most amazing release that he'd ever had.

Both of them collapsed onto the grass now, totally spent, unable to speak. Neither of them knew how long they lay there in each other's arms, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if they were sharing a bed instead of being naked in the great outdoors.

Drew broke the silence first. "That... was incredible... you have no idea..."

"No, I think I do," Phil smiled softly. "That was even better than I imagined. You were amazing."

Drew was stroking Phil's hair again, gazing at him, hardly daring to believe how lucky he was. "When I left the house this morning I never dreamed this would be how my day would turn out..."

"Me neither. I mean I hoped, but I never actually thought it would... I'm so happy it did..."

"I am too, Phil. I am too." Drew held Phil closer. "I... I love you..." He looked at Phil, seeing his eyes widen as he said those three words.

"You... you do?"

"I do. Believe it."

Phil grinned at him. "Oh my god. That makes me so happy... Drew, I love you back. So much, you have no idea, I..."

Drew silenced him with a gentle kiss. "You still talk too much, Kessel. And you're still a dork." He smiled.

"Yeah, I am. But I'm your dork."

We saw the western coast.
I saw the hospital, nursed the shoreline like a wound.
Reports of lover's tryst were neither clear nor descript.
We kept it safe and slow, the quiet things that no one ever knows.
So keep the blood in your head
And keep your feet on the ground. If today's the day it gets tired;
Today's the day we drop out. Gave up my body and bed
All for an empty hotel; wasting words on lower cases and capitals

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