Hay-Seed... Part 3 of 3
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2minsforslashingTitle: Hay-Seed... Part 3
Rating: NC-17 Explicit sex and adult situations.
Pairing: Geoff Sanderson and Mike Keane
Distribution: My odd little World
Disclaimer: These stories are works of FICTION and DO NOT in any way reflect the real lives, sexual preferences, or personalities of the characters. They do not at any point infer that any of the persons mention is Gay. This includes the times, real life events and names that are referred to. I do not profit from any of this.
This is a work of fiction.
For those who need to be refreshed, here are the links to the first two chapters -
Hay-Seed 1/3
and Hay-Seed 2/3
Hay-Seed pt 3
I slowly wake up from a wonderful dream. A pair of big strong arms wrapped around me, a warm body curled tightly against my back, a hard cock pressing into my ass. I almost say his name before I realize that this is not the person I was just dreaming about.
I was dreaming about Tyler.
It has been just a month since he was here, I was so happy to see him. We had a long talk about us, I even told him all about Mike, I was a little scared to tell him at first, but he seemed fine about it. He just wants me to be happy.
I so wanted to make love to him when he was here, real love, not just the normal quick wham-bam sort of sex that we always had. I actually wanted to spend time enjoying being with him. I was disappointed that he turned me down. He said that I have Mike now and I shouldn’t do anything to fuck that up. He wants me to be happy and didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that. In a way, I am thankful his visit turned out the way it did. I talk to him several times a week, and I think the feelings we have for each other are being focused into a very strong friendship.
The man behind me nuzzles against my neck, his stubbly chin rubbing against the tender skin at the base of my neck. I moan softly and tilt my head back as his lips softly touch the side of my neck.
Mike and I have spent almost every possible minute together since that night I went back to his place. I moved my few belongings in just a few days ago. I really didn’t think I could ever feel like I do about someone like the way I feel about him. I haven’t told him this yet, but I do love him. I am just scared to say those three words, we have only been together for just over six weeks. He is an amazing man. I have never met anyone who has such an insatiable sex drive. And that is just a very small part of what makes him so special.
I don’t know how to put it all into words.
"Good morning..." He mumbles softly into my ear, pressing his hard-on against my ass.
"Morning..." I roll over to face him, his arm moving down to pull my body tightly against his.
"Have a good sleep?" He asks, kissing me before I can respond, his cock pressing against mine. This man is always ready for sex.
"Of course... You were here." I finally manage to say as he pulls me on top of him, his hands moving down, cupping my ass, grinding our cocks together. That wonderful little smirk appears on his face as he slowly spreads his legs, slowly working them around my thighs.
I know what he wants, he is so easy to read at times. This is another thing I love about him, some guys are so set in being either a top or a bottom, he is very much like me in this way, very flexible, anything goes.
I lift my hips, allowing my cock to slip down between his legs, brushing along his balls as he spreads his legs wider, lifting them so they wrap around my hips, the head of my cock rubbing against his hole, still slick from the ample amount of lube and cum residue left from last night.
"I want you to fuck me for luck..." He groans as my cock rubs against him.
"For luck?" I smile. "That’s a new one..." I try to hold back a laugh.
"Yes, for luck... We play Game 7 against the Flames tonight, and every time you’ve fucked me the day of the game, we have won." He says with a big grin on his face.
"As I recall... I fucked you the morning we lost Game 5." I say jokingly as I press my dick against him. He wiggles his ass, maneuvering into a little better position, groaning as the head of my cock slow stretches him open.
"Uh..." He moans. "I’m not counting that one..." He says as he pulls me deeper inside.
"Oh God..." I moan softly, the feeling of his ass opening up for me. He stares into my eyes as I slide in, closing them with a soft moan when I am buried deeply inside him.
I lift myself up slightly so I can watch his face. His eyes closed to just thin slits, his mouth open just a bit, his breath coming in short gasps each time I push into him. He is so fucking beautiful, I wish we could stay like this forever.
He pulls my head down, his lips on mine, he kisses me wildly, his play-off beard rubbing against my skin.
"Oh God... I love it when you fuck me..." He says before biting my lip quite hard, releasing it and running his tongue over the place that was just bitten. His mouth moves to the side of my neck, again, his teeth sink into my skin, not hard enough to leave a permanent mark, but hard enough to make sure that I feel it. His whole body arches each time I push into him, he grips my ass, pulling me tightly against him. I am only able to move in short quick thrusts, but still enough to keep him writhing under me. His mouth moves back to mine, his tongue slips in, I bite it gently. I think he wouldn’t mind if I would bite him harder, I think he could really get into that. But I don’t want to ever hurt this man, even if he is begging for it.
He grabs the sides of my head, lifting me so our noses are almost touching.
"You know I love you..." He whispers quietly. I stop all movement and just look into his eyes. By the look on his face, he thinks that this was not an appropriate thing to say to me. I kiss him softly and smile.
"Yes I know..." Kissing him again. His hands move back to my hips, he rolls us both over until he is sitting on top. He looks down at me and smiles, those big dimples appearing magically in his cheeks. He pushes down on my cock until I am buried deep inside him again.
He looks down at me as he rides my cock, his hand slowly stroking himself. I grip his thighs and move my hips in rhythm with him. His ass feels so amazing, he can control the muscles like no-one else I have ever been with. He could be holding perfectly still and yet, his ass muscles would be contracting and relaxing, almost feeling like he is milking my cock.
I lift his hips as I start to fuck him a bit faster, this all feels so good I just want to stay in here forever. He leans back slightly, his free hand moving to my nipple. He gently rolls it between his fingers, pinching it ever so slightly while he plays with himself. I can tell by the look on his face, he is close, but he is holding back. He loves this as much as I do.
"Oh God..." He groans as I push quickly into him, he presses down hard against my lap, taking as much as he can get. He stares into my eyes, struggling not to blink each time I push into him, harder and faster, his mouth open just a bit, his breathing barely gasps. I reach and grab both his nipples, he moans again, tightening his ass around my cock.
I know this is what will send him over the edge. It is amazing how well I know this man. He groans loudly as he pumps his load onto my chest.
He remains deeply impaled on my cock, his whole body shaking from his climax. I run my fingers through the trail of warm cum on my chest and lift it to his mouth, he sucks them eagerly into his mouth, his tongue cleaning them off quickly while his hand slides across my stomach. He smiles as he lets my fingers drop from between his lips. He leans forward, still keeping me buried deep inside, he manages to kiss me, his tongue flicking quickly out and catching a small drop that was on my chin. He kisses me again briefly before lifting himself up just a bit, I slip out of him as he rolls slightly off to one side, laying his head on my shoulder. He smiles and watches his hand twirl the hairs on my chest.
"I am serious." He gently rubs his cum though the hair on my chest and stomach before reaching down between us and uses his cum as extra lube on my cock.
"What?" I turn my head to look at him, not knowing what he is talking about.
"I love you... I mean that." He says without lifting his head from my shoulder, his stroking of my cock quickens.
"I know you do... I feel the same way... It’s just that..." I hesitate. I have never said ‘I love you’ to anyone, other than to Tyler, and that was just on the phone. "I have never said those words to anyone."
"Really..." He says lifting his head, his fingers losing contact with my cock, he looks into my eyes, his fingers brushing lightly across the tight nubs of my nipples, my fingers intertwine with his.
"It’s ok... I understand..." He lifts my hand with his. "I know you love me..." He smiles, pressing my fingers to his lips, before laying his head down on my shoulder, our hands dropping back down to rest on my chest.
I do love him, I really do. I just can’t bring myself to say it.
I know as soon as I do, things will change. Not with him, but things will change. My future here is not set in stone. I know the only reason I was brought here was to cover the gaping hole left by Todd’s suspension.
What happens when that is all over? They don’t need me here. It has been made clear by several of the other guys, that I really am not welcome. I some times feel like they blame me for everything that happened, that I was just brought in to cover the hole, nothing else, nothing more. And honestly... After tonight, if we don’t win this one, we are done for the season.
For all I know, I could be back on a plane tomorrow.
It’s not likely that I would actually be on a plane, I do have a good reason to hang around here for a while. And as it stands, Columbus is finished for the season already, so I really have no reason to return there right away.
But shit... The longer I stay, the harder it will be to leave. I know I won’t be re-signed here.
"Hey..." He moves around so he can look into my eyes. "You ok?" He asks as his fingers gently trace along the side of my neck. I roll out from under him and sit up, my feet hanging off the bed.
"Hay-Seed..." He says softly while moving up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I can’t help but smile when he calls me that now. I actually like it.
"What’s wrong?" His lips lightly touch my neck. "Did I freak you out?"
I turn to him, not quite getting what he is talking about, then it clicks in, he is referring to when he said he loved me.
"No..." I say as I turn enough to see his eyes. "Not really... It’s just that..." I trail off to silence.
"Baby..." His hand comes up to cup the side of my face. "Talk to me..."
"It’s just..." I take a deep breath as I look back at the floor. "You know I care for you. When you said ‘I love you’, I was thinking just that same thing. I do love you, but..."
"But..." He turns my head to look into my eyes again. "What?"
"It is all going to end."
"What do you mean? End?"
"I know that I’m not going to be re-signed here. I’m not sure where I am going to be in the fall, I’m probably going to be back in Columbus. I just don’t know..." I say, he holds my head in place as I try to look away.
"Hey... Then we deal with it. But right now, I am happy just having you here with me." His lips press lightly to mine. "I don’t even know if I’m going to be here this fall. There really is no point worrying about it until it happens. We might not even play this fall at all." He kisses me again. "Lets just enjoy the time we have. Ok?" He says, his face just an inch from mine. "Ok?" He repeats, staring deep into my eyes as a little smile comes to his lips.
What he says really doesn’t make me feel any better about our situation. I still have a bad feeling about my place here in Vancouver. I can’t help the way I feel, it’s just that every time I start to have someone or something important in my life, it all gets fucked up.
He pulls me back down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
"We are going to be ok..." His voice sounding so reassuring. He lightly kisses the back of my neck.
I know Mike loves me. He knows I love him, even though I am having a hard time saying it to him, but is that enough to cover all the unknown aspects of our lives?
****
I can’t believe we fucking lost tonight. That’s it, we are out of the playoffs. We are done for the year.
The mood in the locker room is unbelievably dark. None of us thought that we would actually lose to Calgary.
I catch Mike watching me from across the room, he is almost changed and ready to get out of here, I haven’t even showered yet. He slowly starts working his way across the room.
"Well..." He almost sighs. "That didn’t work..." He sits on the stool next to me. I look over at him, not the vaguest clue what he is referring to. He leans into me, his hand brushing against my bare thigh.
"I guess you must have fucked the luck right out of me..." He whispers into my ear, he leans back and tries to smile. I reach my hand between us and take his hand in mine, it’s not like anyone would notice, everyone is too upset about getting the boot out of the race.
This fucking sucks, we were so close. Fucking tied in game seven and we lost it.
That fucking Iginla, it’s always that fucking Iginla...
Mike almost looks like he is ready to start crying. I know he wanted this bad, we all did, but for Mike it meant more. He feels this was his last shot to bring the Cup home, for this or any team. I know he had already done it three times, but Mike is quite insecure about his age, he would of course deny it, but he has talked to me about it. He is going to be 37 in less than a month and in this life, that is pushing it. I think he is just as scared as I am about my future in this city. His contract is up and there has been no word on re-signing.
"You didn’t shave this off..." I comment at I am tempted to touch his face.
"I need to get out of here..." He says softly as he lets my hand slip out of his.
"Do you want to wait? I’ll be just a minute..." I say, I can shower once we get home. Home, that thought always brings a smile to my face, but not now, not knowing how this is affecting the man I love.
"No... I need to be alone, I will see you later..." He says as he stands and slowly walks away. I watch as he opens the door to leave, a sea of flashbulbs and bright lights from video cameras assault him as he enters the hall.
The first of many to be thrown to the wolves tonight.
Over an hour passes before I can get myself out of there, first, everyone on the team wants to talk, then the press. It’s like how many times do we all have to show just how disappointed we are that we lost? That we lost to The Flames no less. I am ready to hit someone by the time I finally get out to my car.
I need to be with Mike, I need to make sure he is ok.
I open the door, the apartment is dark. He isn’t home. I check the machine, no messages.
"Fuck Mike... Where the hell are you?" I mumble to myself as I toss my jacket over the back of one of the dinning room chairs. I pull at my tie as I head to the bedroom, to change. I see Mike sitting on the bed, facing towards the window.
"Mike..." I say softly, he says nothing. I move to sit beside him as I pull the tie from around my neck. He is staring at the floor. "Hey..." I notice he is still in his suit. "You ok?"
"No..." He slowly shakes his head. "Everything is good."
"What are you talking about?"
"It didn’t even sink in until I was almost home." He says quietly, turning to look at me, that sexy little smile appearing on his face. There are those dimples. He takes a deep breath, slowly letting it out. "I love you so much..." He pulls me to him, his lips pressing against mine, his soft beard feeling so strange against my freshly shaved skin.
"Mike... What’s going on?" I ask as my fingers trace though the fine reddish-blonde hair along the ridge of his jaw. He moves his head and sucks my fingers into his mouth. His eyes close as he rolls his tongue across them.
"I’m not going to let you get away..." He finally says as my fingers slip from his lips.
"What are you talking about."
"They made me an offer, but I’m not accepting it..."
"Mike, you can’t do that."
"I can..." He says softly, taking my hand in his and holding it lightly against his lips. "I had planned on finishing my career here in Vancouver." He kisses the tips of my fingers. "It doesn’t look like there is going to be any hockey this fall and if there is, Burke said he would consider taking me back in, but if there’s not, I’m going to retire."
I look him in the eyes, he just smiles. "You can’t be serious? This is your life."
"Hey..." He kisses me gently, lightly slipping his tongue along my lower lip. "I was ready for retirement last year. But Vancouver called. I almost said no, but I thought, ‘Just one more year... Just one more.’ That was the best decision I ever made. I met you." He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly.
"I’m ready." He whispers. "I’ll go where ever you are. You're my little Hay-Seed, I want to spend the rest of my life with you..."
The End....
Rating: NC-17 Explicit sex and adult situations.
Pairing: Geoff Sanderson and Mike Keane
Distribution: My odd little World
Disclaimer: These stories are works of FICTION and DO NOT in any way reflect the real lives, sexual preferences, or personalities of the characters. They do not at any point infer that any of the persons mention is Gay. This includes the times, real life events and names that are referred to. I do not profit from any of this.
This is a work of fiction.
For those who need to be refreshed, here are the links to the first two chapters -
Hay-Seed 1/3
and Hay-Seed 2/3
Hay-Seed pt 3
I slowly wake up from a wonderful dream. A pair of big strong arms wrapped around me, a warm body curled tightly against my back, a hard cock pressing into my ass. I almost say his name before I realize that this is not the person I was just dreaming about.
I was dreaming about Tyler.
It has been just a month since he was here, I was so happy to see him. We had a long talk about us, I even told him all about Mike, I was a little scared to tell him at first, but he seemed fine about it. He just wants me to be happy.
I so wanted to make love to him when he was here, real love, not just the normal quick wham-bam sort of sex that we always had. I actually wanted to spend time enjoying being with him. I was disappointed that he turned me down. He said that I have Mike now and I shouldn’t do anything to fuck that up. He wants me to be happy and didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that. In a way, I am thankful his visit turned out the way it did. I talk to him several times a week, and I think the feelings we have for each other are being focused into a very strong friendship.
The man behind me nuzzles against my neck, his stubbly chin rubbing against the tender skin at the base of my neck. I moan softly and tilt my head back as his lips softly touch the side of my neck.
Mike and I have spent almost every possible minute together since that night I went back to his place. I moved my few belongings in just a few days ago. I really didn’t think I could ever feel like I do about someone like the way I feel about him. I haven’t told him this yet, but I do love him. I am just scared to say those three words, we have only been together for just over six weeks. He is an amazing man. I have never met anyone who has such an insatiable sex drive. And that is just a very small part of what makes him so special.
I don’t know how to put it all into words.
"Good morning..." He mumbles softly into my ear, pressing his hard-on against my ass.
"Morning..." I roll over to face him, his arm moving down to pull my body tightly against his.
"Have a good sleep?" He asks, kissing me before I can respond, his cock pressing against mine. This man is always ready for sex.
"Of course... You were here." I finally manage to say as he pulls me on top of him, his hands moving down, cupping my ass, grinding our cocks together. That wonderful little smirk appears on his face as he slowly spreads his legs, slowly working them around my thighs.
I know what he wants, he is so easy to read at times. This is another thing I love about him, some guys are so set in being either a top or a bottom, he is very much like me in this way, very flexible, anything goes.
I lift my hips, allowing my cock to slip down between his legs, brushing along his balls as he spreads his legs wider, lifting them so they wrap around my hips, the head of my cock rubbing against his hole, still slick from the ample amount of lube and cum residue left from last night.
"I want you to fuck me for luck..." He groans as my cock rubs against him.
"For luck?" I smile. "That’s a new one..." I try to hold back a laugh.
"Yes, for luck... We play Game 7 against the Flames tonight, and every time you’ve fucked me the day of the game, we have won." He says with a big grin on his face.
"As I recall... I fucked you the morning we lost Game 5." I say jokingly as I press my dick against him. He wiggles his ass, maneuvering into a little better position, groaning as the head of my cock slow stretches him open.
"Uh..." He moans. "I’m not counting that one..." He says as he pulls me deeper inside.
"Oh God..." I moan softly, the feeling of his ass opening up for me. He stares into my eyes as I slide in, closing them with a soft moan when I am buried deeply inside him.
I lift myself up slightly so I can watch his face. His eyes closed to just thin slits, his mouth open just a bit, his breath coming in short gasps each time I push into him. He is so fucking beautiful, I wish we could stay like this forever.
He pulls my head down, his lips on mine, he kisses me wildly, his play-off beard rubbing against my skin.
"Oh God... I love it when you fuck me..." He says before biting my lip quite hard, releasing it and running his tongue over the place that was just bitten. His mouth moves to the side of my neck, again, his teeth sink into my skin, not hard enough to leave a permanent mark, but hard enough to make sure that I feel it. His whole body arches each time I push into him, he grips my ass, pulling me tightly against him. I am only able to move in short quick thrusts, but still enough to keep him writhing under me. His mouth moves back to mine, his tongue slips in, I bite it gently. I think he wouldn’t mind if I would bite him harder, I think he could really get into that. But I don’t want to ever hurt this man, even if he is begging for it.
He grabs the sides of my head, lifting me so our noses are almost touching.
"You know I love you..." He whispers quietly. I stop all movement and just look into his eyes. By the look on his face, he thinks that this was not an appropriate thing to say to me. I kiss him softly and smile.
"Yes I know..." Kissing him again. His hands move back to my hips, he rolls us both over until he is sitting on top. He looks down at me and smiles, those big dimples appearing magically in his cheeks. He pushes down on my cock until I am buried deep inside him again.
He looks down at me as he rides my cock, his hand slowly stroking himself. I grip his thighs and move my hips in rhythm with him. His ass feels so amazing, he can control the muscles like no-one else I have ever been with. He could be holding perfectly still and yet, his ass muscles would be contracting and relaxing, almost feeling like he is milking my cock.
I lift his hips as I start to fuck him a bit faster, this all feels so good I just want to stay in here forever. He leans back slightly, his free hand moving to my nipple. He gently rolls it between his fingers, pinching it ever so slightly while he plays with himself. I can tell by the look on his face, he is close, but he is holding back. He loves this as much as I do.
"Oh God..." He groans as I push quickly into him, he presses down hard against my lap, taking as much as he can get. He stares into my eyes, struggling not to blink each time I push into him, harder and faster, his mouth open just a bit, his breathing barely gasps. I reach and grab both his nipples, he moans again, tightening his ass around my cock.
I know this is what will send him over the edge. It is amazing how well I know this man. He groans loudly as he pumps his load onto my chest.
He remains deeply impaled on my cock, his whole body shaking from his climax. I run my fingers through the trail of warm cum on my chest and lift it to his mouth, he sucks them eagerly into his mouth, his tongue cleaning them off quickly while his hand slides across my stomach. He smiles as he lets my fingers drop from between his lips. He leans forward, still keeping me buried deep inside, he manages to kiss me, his tongue flicking quickly out and catching a small drop that was on my chin. He kisses me again briefly before lifting himself up just a bit, I slip out of him as he rolls slightly off to one side, laying his head on my shoulder. He smiles and watches his hand twirl the hairs on my chest.
"I am serious." He gently rubs his cum though the hair on my chest and stomach before reaching down between us and uses his cum as extra lube on my cock.
"What?" I turn my head to look at him, not knowing what he is talking about.
"I love you... I mean that." He says without lifting his head from my shoulder, his stroking of my cock quickens.
"I know you do... I feel the same way... It’s just that..." I hesitate. I have never said ‘I love you’ to anyone, other than to Tyler, and that was just on the phone. "I have never said those words to anyone."
"Really..." He says lifting his head, his fingers losing contact with my cock, he looks into my eyes, his fingers brushing lightly across the tight nubs of my nipples, my fingers intertwine with his.
"It’s ok... I understand..." He lifts my hand with his. "I know you love me..." He smiles, pressing my fingers to his lips, before laying his head down on my shoulder, our hands dropping back down to rest on my chest.
I do love him, I really do. I just can’t bring myself to say it.
I know as soon as I do, things will change. Not with him, but things will change. My future here is not set in stone. I know the only reason I was brought here was to cover the gaping hole left by Todd’s suspension.
What happens when that is all over? They don’t need me here. It has been made clear by several of the other guys, that I really am not welcome. I some times feel like they blame me for everything that happened, that I was just brought in to cover the hole, nothing else, nothing more. And honestly... After tonight, if we don’t win this one, we are done for the season.
For all I know, I could be back on a plane tomorrow.
It’s not likely that I would actually be on a plane, I do have a good reason to hang around here for a while. And as it stands, Columbus is finished for the season already, so I really have no reason to return there right away.
But shit... The longer I stay, the harder it will be to leave. I know I won’t be re-signed here.
"Hey..." He moves around so he can look into my eyes. "You ok?" He asks as his fingers gently trace along the side of my neck. I roll out from under him and sit up, my feet hanging off the bed.
"Hay-Seed..." He says softly while moving up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I can’t help but smile when he calls me that now. I actually like it.
"What’s wrong?" His lips lightly touch my neck. "Did I freak you out?"
I turn to him, not quite getting what he is talking about, then it clicks in, he is referring to when he said he loved me.
"No..." I say as I turn enough to see his eyes. "Not really... It’s just that..." I trail off to silence.
"Baby..." His hand comes up to cup the side of my face. "Talk to me..."
"It’s just..." I take a deep breath as I look back at the floor. "You know I care for you. When you said ‘I love you’, I was thinking just that same thing. I do love you, but..."
"But..." He turns my head to look into my eyes again. "What?"
"It is all going to end."
"What do you mean? End?"
"I know that I’m not going to be re-signed here. I’m not sure where I am going to be in the fall, I’m probably going to be back in Columbus. I just don’t know..." I say, he holds my head in place as I try to look away.
"Hey... Then we deal with it. But right now, I am happy just having you here with me." His lips press lightly to mine. "I don’t even know if I’m going to be here this fall. There really is no point worrying about it until it happens. We might not even play this fall at all." He kisses me again. "Lets just enjoy the time we have. Ok?" He says, his face just an inch from mine. "Ok?" He repeats, staring deep into my eyes as a little smile comes to his lips.
What he says really doesn’t make me feel any better about our situation. I still have a bad feeling about my place here in Vancouver. I can’t help the way I feel, it’s just that every time I start to have someone or something important in my life, it all gets fucked up.
He pulls me back down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
"We are going to be ok..." His voice sounding so reassuring. He lightly kisses the back of my neck.
I know Mike loves me. He knows I love him, even though I am having a hard time saying it to him, but is that enough to cover all the unknown aspects of our lives?
****
I can’t believe we fucking lost tonight. That’s it, we are out of the playoffs. We are done for the year.
The mood in the locker room is unbelievably dark. None of us thought that we would actually lose to Calgary.
I catch Mike watching me from across the room, he is almost changed and ready to get out of here, I haven’t even showered yet. He slowly starts working his way across the room.
"Well..." He almost sighs. "That didn’t work..." He sits on the stool next to me. I look over at him, not the vaguest clue what he is referring to. He leans into me, his hand brushing against my bare thigh.
"I guess you must have fucked the luck right out of me..." He whispers into my ear, he leans back and tries to smile. I reach my hand between us and take his hand in mine, it’s not like anyone would notice, everyone is too upset about getting the boot out of the race.
This fucking sucks, we were so close. Fucking tied in game seven and we lost it.
That fucking Iginla, it’s always that fucking Iginla...
Mike almost looks like he is ready to start crying. I know he wanted this bad, we all did, but for Mike it meant more. He feels this was his last shot to bring the Cup home, for this or any team. I know he had already done it three times, but Mike is quite insecure about his age, he would of course deny it, but he has talked to me about it. He is going to be 37 in less than a month and in this life, that is pushing it. I think he is just as scared as I am about my future in this city. His contract is up and there has been no word on re-signing.
"You didn’t shave this off..." I comment at I am tempted to touch his face.
"I need to get out of here..." He says softly as he lets my hand slip out of his.
"Do you want to wait? I’ll be just a minute..." I say, I can shower once we get home. Home, that thought always brings a smile to my face, but not now, not knowing how this is affecting the man I love.
"No... I need to be alone, I will see you later..." He says as he stands and slowly walks away. I watch as he opens the door to leave, a sea of flashbulbs and bright lights from video cameras assault him as he enters the hall.
The first of many to be thrown to the wolves tonight.
Over an hour passes before I can get myself out of there, first, everyone on the team wants to talk, then the press. It’s like how many times do we all have to show just how disappointed we are that we lost? That we lost to The Flames no less. I am ready to hit someone by the time I finally get out to my car.
I need to be with Mike, I need to make sure he is ok.
I open the door, the apartment is dark. He isn’t home. I check the machine, no messages.
"Fuck Mike... Where the hell are you?" I mumble to myself as I toss my jacket over the back of one of the dinning room chairs. I pull at my tie as I head to the bedroom, to change. I see Mike sitting on the bed, facing towards the window.
"Mike..." I say softly, he says nothing. I move to sit beside him as I pull the tie from around my neck. He is staring at the floor. "Hey..." I notice he is still in his suit. "You ok?"
"No..." He slowly shakes his head. "Everything is good."
"What are you talking about?"
"It didn’t even sink in until I was almost home." He says quietly, turning to look at me, that sexy little smile appearing on his face. There are those dimples. He takes a deep breath, slowly letting it out. "I love you so much..." He pulls me to him, his lips pressing against mine, his soft beard feeling so strange against my freshly shaved skin.
"Mike... What’s going on?" I ask as my fingers trace though the fine reddish-blonde hair along the ridge of his jaw. He moves his head and sucks my fingers into his mouth. His eyes close as he rolls his tongue across them.
"I’m not going to let you get away..." He finally says as my fingers slip from his lips.
"What are you talking about."
"They made me an offer, but I’m not accepting it..."
"Mike, you can’t do that."
"I can..." He says softly, taking my hand in his and holding it lightly against his lips. "I had planned on finishing my career here in Vancouver." He kisses the tips of my fingers. "It doesn’t look like there is going to be any hockey this fall and if there is, Burke said he would consider taking me back in, but if there’s not, I’m going to retire."
I look him in the eyes, he just smiles. "You can’t be serious? This is your life."
"Hey..." He kisses me gently, lightly slipping his tongue along my lower lip. "I was ready for retirement last year. But Vancouver called. I almost said no, but I thought, ‘Just one more year... Just one more.’ That was the best decision I ever made. I met you." He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly.
"I’m ready." He whispers. "I’ll go where ever you are. You're my little Hay-Seed, I want to spend the rest of my life with you..."
The End....
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