2minsforslashing | EVERYTHING'S MAGIC (Reply)

Title: Everything's Magic
Authors:

geekintehpink
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Glen Murray/Marc Savard
Word Count: 2,419
Rating: NC17

So hear this please
And watch as your heart speeds up endlessly
And look for the stars as the sun goes down
Each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
Everything, everything's magic
Just sit back and hold on, but hold on tight
Prepare for the best and the fastest ride
And reach out your hand, and i'll make you mine
Everything, everything's magic

My head rose and I glanced out the window at Marc, who looked a little more than exasperated. He was standing down in the parking lot to his apartment, arguing with his ex-wife about something or other, and I swear, I saw tears in his eyes. I heard, even through the closed window, that he had shouted “fine,” and shoved the phone back into his pocket, and now he was leaning against the wall of the building, with his head in his hands. I wasn't sure what had happened, but I knew that I needed to be down there with him. I put a pair of shoes on, and grabbed my coat from the coat rack, hurrying down the stairs. My ankle was throbbing from a rough time in the game against Tampa, but I didn't care. Marc was upset and I wanted to find out what was wrong. I opened the front door and walked over to him, biting my lower lip. “Marc?” I whispered, putting a hand on his arm.

He didn't raise his head, simply looked at the ground, but I could tell by the streaks on his face that he'd been crying. And still was. “I don't even fucking get my kids for Christmas. My mom is going to be with my sister and I don't even get my kids, because Samantha is taking them to her father's...” his face was crestfallen, and god, it broke my heart. He was going to be alone for Christmas? I put a hand on his chin and rose his face to mine, and he kept talking. “I've never been alone for Christmas before, Glen...never...”

My heart broke, because he looked like a kid who'd just been thrown in the orphanage, and I swear to God, I wasn't crying. Though, the tears on my cheeks were telling me otherwise. I swallowed hard and brushed a hand over his hair. “Marc...no. Come spend Christmas with me, Katie and the kids. I'm not going to let you spend the holiday alone, okay...” I looked into his eyes and bit my lip. If Katie had a problem with it, I could set him up in a hotel a couple blocks from our place. But as far as I was concerned, it was half my house, too, so I got a say in who came for the holidays. “I won't let you be alone for Christmas, baby. We'll have to tone it down until after Christmas dinner, but after that, I usually go out ice fishing on the river so...you can come with me...and...”

Marc looked at me with a smile slowly creeping across his face, though there were still tears in his eyes. I couldn't imagine how it felt, knowing that you weren't going to be able to spend a family oriented holiday with your own children. “I don't know if I'll be able to tone it down. Especially not when you look at me like that...I want you all the time, you know that, Murray?” he asked me in a hushed tone, brushing a hand along my face. And Jesus Christ, he didn't even understand how much I wanted him. I decided right then that I was going to set him up in a hotel, because I didn't know how long I could keep my hands off of him, without sneaking into the guest room and sneaking in a few quick kisses and stolen moments in the middle of the night. “But...yes. I'd love to come to Christmas with your family...”

I grabbed his hand and started my way back into the apartment, pulling him behind me. Because, right then, I wanted him. No waiting. Just...right then. I threw the door to his apartment open and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him and pinning him against the door. “Savard, you are so fucking beautiful. I hate seeing you cry, you know that? It hurts my heart...” I told him, grabbing at the zipper on his jacket and gently pulling it down. I was so in love with the man before me. I wanted to take all the pain that he'd been put through in his life, right away from him. Sure, I still didn't know his whole life story. But he was one of those people who kept things so tight to the vest, because apparently, he'd been burned when people found out about him. As far as I knew, that was part of the reason Samantha had left him.

“I'm sorry...” he whispered as he reached over to grab hold of my jacket and unfasten it as well. “I love your heart and I don't want to hurt it...” he said softly, dropping his arms and letting his coat fall to the floor, then tugging mine off and watching it fall. He caught my lips for a moment and stared into my eyes. “You are the most amazing person I have ever met in my life. God, I wish I had met you earlier. There would be...so much in my life that was different...I'd be...”

“Not who you are...” I stopped him, pulling him back to the bed and sitting down, grinning a bit wryly as he straddled my hips. “I love the Marc Savard that I met a year and two months ago. I love the Marc Savard that I'm looking at right now...you're a fucking beautiful person and the fact that Samantha can even think of telling you otherwise, tells me that she has no fucking clue what she had...” I whispered, biting my lip as he leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine. “Though I wish I'd met you before Katie and I had gotten married. God, things would be so simple now. And...there would be no Joe and...God, I wish we could get married...”

“You'd...” he paused, looking at me like I'd just come out and told him that I was an alien. “You'd marry me?” he asked me in a gasp. “Even...after all that's happened? All that my track record has on it? You'd...you would still marry me, Glen?” he asked, tears coming to his shining blue eyes again. But now, he had a smile on his face. I didn't understand how any human being could justify hurting him like Samantha Stetson had. He had such an amazing heart. He was willing to go against the past and we fell head over heels for each other, and...God. I couldn't see my life if he suddenly decided that he'd had enough.

“Of course, I'd marry you...” I told him. And no, I wasn't lying. There was no doubt in my mind, had we met before Katie, before Joe, that Marc Savard and I would be married. Sure, I wouldn't have Peyton, Parker or Hunter and Marc wouldn't have Jamie, Eric, Jennifer, Sara or Kyle, but...we could have made our own family. And we would both be happy. “I don't even have to think about it, Marc. I'd marry you and we would have a huge family...you are the only person who would will me to tell my parents that I'm gay...”

Marc's eyes softened even more, and before I knew it, my back had hit the bed, and he was smothering me with kisses. It was the first time in my life that a simple kiss could make my heart race. I felt his hands on the hem of my shirt, and I sat up a bit to pull it over his head. “You're so beautiful, Glen. I swear to God, I want to be the perfect lover...want to make you the happiest man alive...” he said as he trailed kisses down my neck and shoulders, to my chest, and then back up to my face.

I pulled on his shirt, bringing it up over his shoulders and running a hand along his skin too. “You do. You make me so happy, Marc...” I whispered in a breathy voice. And so he didn't think that it was just because of the sex, I added, “No one else would have stuck with me through my slump. People would have abandoned me, chalking me up to a 'washed up loser,' and just...let it be...” I told him. “But you didn't. You stayed with me...kept faith in me and kept putting pucks on my stick and...God, Marc, I love you. I hope I make you even half as happy as you make me...”

I felt the hard entity in Marc's pajama pants grow a bit more after I spoke, and grinned a little. “You do,” he whispered, running his hands along my sides and beneath the brim of my pajama pants. “I want you inside me. So bad. Please...please fuck me Glen...”

Though the tone in his voice made my cock show it's interest, I didn't want him to think that he needed to beg for me. Ever. I'd had to do that before, and it was very degrading. “Don't beg, please...” I told him, stripping us both of our pajama pants quickly and smiling at him. “You never have to beg me. I'll do whatever you want me to do, all you have to do is ask...” I whispered to him, grinning a little as a bit of shock seemed to cross his face. But it faded quickly, and it was replaced with a slightly predatory grin. I reached over to my side of the bed with a slight smile, grabbing the half-full tube of lubricant from the bedside table. I reached down and coated my cock with it generously, groaning a bit at the contact, and watching as Marc smirked. That little playful, predatory smirk that he got just before we were about to make love, and I realized right then that I'd left that out of the letter I'd written to him. “I love that look...” I whispered.

“What look?”

I chuckled and reached up, putting my hand on his cheek. “That little 'I want you' look that you get when you look at me right before we're about to make love...” I said as I maneuvered us around on the bed, so that he was laying on his stomach, then positioned myself at his entrance, gently pressing against him. And I think he got impatient, because the next second, all I could do was cry out as I felt his intoxicating warmth surrounding me, and looked down to see that his hips were raised. I heard his breath hitch for a second, and though my first instinct was to stop, the look on his face suggested that he was enjoying it, so instead, I pulled him up onto his knees and watched as he braced himself on the wall with his hands. We'd done it like this before, but it wasn't something we did often, mostly because I liked looking into his eyes.

I ran my hands along his back, then around his sides and down his abdomen, grabbing hold of his hips and pushing myself into him as deep and far as I could go, and I heard him shudder a deep breath. I went for that angle once again, reaching my hands around and grabbing hold of his cock as I did so. “...fucking love you Marc. All my heart...”

“You...oh...” he stopped for a second, trying to catch his breath, and jerked forward a bit into my hand. “You too Glen...f-fuck me harder...” he cried out.

I buried my face in his neck, nipping at the skin lightly and watching as a little bit of sweat dripped down his face. That was the sweat bead I'd been talking about. “Fuck...Marc...you feel amazing...I...” I couldn't even think straight. He just felt so damned good, and it was like even though we did this almost every night, we'd been waiting forever. “Fuck...so close...please...”

“I...me too...just...oh God, Glen, you're...” he gasped out, and I could feel the muscles in his arms about to give. He was so close. “Oh...GOD!” he cried out, nearly collapsing and hitting the wall, but I grabbed hold of him and held him in place, not wanting him to bust his face open on the wall.

I felt his body shaking, and I think that was the final straw for me. Just knowing that the intensity of the orgasm I'd brought him was enough to make him shake like that. With a final thrust, I felt myself release into him, and we both tumbled to the bed in useless, post-orgasmic heaps. We lay there for what seemed like forever, when I finally heard Marc speak. “You...are beautiful, you know that?”

I raised an eyebrow, wondering what I'd done to warrant being called beautiful, but I didn't ask questions, in fear of his mind changing, though part of me knew that it wouldn't. “You are, too. I hope you never forget how much I love you, Marc...” I caressed his cheek with my palm.

Marc smiled, and he leaned forward to press his lips to mine. “I don't think I could if I wanted to...” he half-chuckled. “Who would have thought that I'd get you to the point where you would say it so much, huh?” he pressed his lips to my cheek and scooched up to the headboard of the bed beckoning me to follow him.

I laughed and shrugged, crawling beneath the blankets and pulling him to me, holding him for a second. “You know, sometimes, I wonder why I even bring pajamas over here...” I joked.

“Because that would have made the whole scene outside of the apartment kinda awkward...and cold...”

I laughed and nodded my head. “That's true...” I smirked. Things being this simple? It was a blessing. I knew how lucky I was, mostly from experience, to have someone like Marc. “Good night, Marc...” I whispered, trying to keep things this simple. In my head, though, I was silently praying that things could stay like this forever.

“Good night, Glen...” he whispered back, stealing a soft kiss, before leaning over to turn his bedside lamp off. Something about the way he said that; something in the recesses of my mind, told me that, so long as the other person in this scenario was Marc Savard, things would stay this simple. And that reminded me exactly how lucky I was to have him.

And do you ever feel like you're alone?
And do you ever wish to be unknown?
I could say that I have.
And do you ever feel things here aren't right?
And do you ever feel the time slip by?
I can say that I have.
And do you ever lay awake at night?
And do you ever tell yourself don't try?
Don't try to let yourself down
And do you ever see yourself in love?
And do you ever take a chance, my love?
Because you know that I will.

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