2minsforslashing | Number One Fantasy

Title: Number 1 Fantasy
Pairing: Alex Ovechkin/ Olie Kolzig (Washington Capitals)
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: Man do I wish these beautiful boys were mine. I’d never let them out of my room. But there not, so I'll just have to enjoy them when they play hockey.
Notes/Summary: Olie wants to know what Alex’s number one fantasy is. When he finds out, will he do it, or laugh it off or both.

This is for fic_of_elise thanks so much sweetie for pushing and proding me to get this done and posted! Love ya!

Alex Ovechkin's Number 1 Fantasy

“What?” I laughed, “That’s your number one fantasy?” We had just gotten back from New Jersey. Huet had started, his first game as a Capital, and he’d gotten a shootout. The team had played great, with Greenie, Koz, Semin, and Brash scoring. But even though it had been a great game for the team, it was still rough on Alex Ovechkin. It was his seventh game without scoring a goal. We’d sat next to each other on the plane ride home like we always did, and with the rest of the team excited and cheering and yelling at each other, I had sat there with my hand on Alex’s upper thigh, rubbing soothing circles as the two of us talking quietly about how he could improve his game. As soon as we’d landed back in DC, I’d driven us back to Alex’s house. He’d been quite the whole time, just staring out the window as we drove down the highway, then down the back roads to his home. He still hadn’t said anything when we got in the house, so I’d thrown myself onto his sofa. I’d only been laying there for a moment when the question had just popped into my head. And I, always being curious about what my young Alex had floating up there in that shaggy head of his, had to ask. Alex was in the kitchen attempting to get something to eat when I’d asked. He yelled his answer back, and I’d laughed. Suddenly, the noise in the kitchen stopped.

“Alex?” I asked. No answer. I sat up and looked over the back of the sofa. Alex was standing in the center of his kitchen, holding a plastic bowl, a look of confusion and embarrassment on his face.

“Alex.” I said this time.

“My answer is…is funny?” He said, still embarrassed.

“Too me, well, yeah.” I answered him honestly.

“Why is funny?” Now I was a little embarrassed.

“Well…I…um…I thought it would be a little more, well, daring.” I lay back down and looked up at the ceiling. I thought the conversation was over, and was about to turn on the TV, when Alex asked,

“Like what?” I put my hands behind my head and thought for a moment.

“I don’t know, maybe like…a three some in your car with that devilish Greenie or maybe even Brooksie…or trying out some bondage, possibly library sex, or even doing it in your parent’s bed. Something more like that.” I lay still for a moment. When I didn’t hear anything, I sat back up. Alex was still standing there, that damn bowl in his hand. He still looked confused, but now I could see anger there too.

“Alex?” I asked.

“My fantasy too...too tame?”

“I didn’t say that-“

“No, Olie say not daring.”

“Well, Alex, I just mean, its easy. We could lock the doors, or wait till everyone’s gone. And I guarantee that it’s been done, a lot.”

*Crash*

Alex dropped the bowl.

Fuck.

“It been done before?”

Double Fuck.

“Alex, not-“

“IT BEEN DONE? My fantasy not good enough for Olie and me, but it good enough for Olie and others?” Before I could even open my mouth Alex, kept going, “What other fantasies Olie done? You say Greenie and Brooksie? And library? And parent’s bed. Eww!” Alex kicked the bowl across the floor and stomped up to our, well, his bedroom. I rushed up the stairs after him, only to have the door slammed in my face. I pounded on the door.

“Come on Alex, let me in. It’s not stupid, come on!” His response was muffled by the door and probably a pillow.

“No. Go away.”

“Alex. Really, I’m sorry. Just let me in.”

“No, go home, big game tomorrow.” I knew Alex was right. He’d played hard tonight, even though he still hadn’t scored. Seven games was a long dry spell for Alex and I knew deep down that this was probably a reaction to that, fueled by my laughing at his fantasy. I was well rested after watching Huet play his first game. I laid my head against the door and sighed.

“Good night Alex. I love you.” I waited a moment, hoping to hear a response from Alex, anything. But nothing came. I went back down stairs and sat on the sofa for a moment. I thought about sleeping on the guest bed or even the sofa, but this could piss Alex off even more. So I grabbed my car keys and left to drive to my place.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The locker room was odd. We’d just lost to Toronto, and yet, the whole team seemed to be buzzing, everyone was excited. Alex had scored, breaking his seven game drought. I watched him give all the interviews and then receive numerous congratulations from the team. He sat there for so long, answering the questions and talking to all the guys, that buy the time he was done, everyone else had left. I looked over at him. He had only taken off his jersey and upper body pads, his skates still laced up, his lower body still covered by pads. Alex’s eyes were closed and he leaned his head back. I walked over and knelt down in front of him. I took his left skate in my hands and started to unlace his yellow laces. I pulled the skate and sock off and started on the other one. When I was done, I looked up. Alex looked down at me. I smiled and stood up, pulling Alex with me. I put my arms around him and pulled him to my chest. I buried my face in his neck, and breathed in my favorite smell: post hockey Alex.

“I sorry.” Alex whispered. I smiled into his neck.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m so proud of you.” We stood there for a few more moments. I tilted my head and started to lick and suck on Alex’s neck.

“I think you deserve a reward.” I whispered.

I felt Alex stiffen against me.

“Reward?” he whispered.

“Yeah.” I answered. I let my hand drift down his spandex covered chest and dip into his pads. I watched Alex close his eyes and start to bite his bottom lip. I leaned forward and kissed him, not stopping until Alex pulled away to breath. He leaned his forehead against mine.

“We finish when we get home, yes?” Alex asked, still slightly out of breath.

“No, we’re gonna finish right here.” Alex looked up at me, and I just smiled back. I quickly helped him out of his pads, leaving him only in his spandex under armor. I couldn’t help but lick my lips. Hooking my fingers under the elastic of his pants, I pulled him to the center of the room. I looked down.

“I shouldn’t have laughed at your fantasy, because it’s always been one of mine. I’ve been waiting for someone to do it with and I don’t think there’s anyone else I’d rather fulfill it with.” Alex looked down at the floor. We were standing in the center of the Capitals locker room, right on top of the Capitals logo. Alex looked back up at me.

“You want to do my fantasy?”

“Yes, that is, if you still want to?” Alex nodded. I leaned forward and started to kiss him again, before moving down to kiss and nibble at his jaw and down to his neck. Alex pulled at his spandex.

“Off.” He panted. I hurriedly obliged him, pulling it off and letting my hands wander down his bare back as I continued to kiss his neck. He quickly pulled off my jacked and I broke away from him for one second while he pulled my t-shirt off and threw it somewhere. He pulled my head down to kiss me again, letting his tongue, that beautiful tongue that I couldn’t help but stare at all the time, slip slowly and lazily into my mouth. This kiss was different from our other ones, our sorry kisses, full of apologies. This kiss was for what was to come, and suddenly I found my pants were just a little too tight. I could only imagine how tortuous this was to Alex, still covered in his spandex. But before I could help him out, he was kissing his was down my chest, slipping his lips over one nipple, then the other, before he continued his trail down to my navel, dipping his tongue into it and swirling it around. My breath hitched and I had to steady myself by clamping down on Alex’s bare shoulders. I realized while all of this had happened, Alex had already undone the buttons on my jeans and was pulling down my pants…way to slow for my likening. He took my boxers down too and suddenly, I was standing there naked. Then it hit me, I was standing there naked in the Washington Capitals locker room, with one of the most famous players in the NHL on his knees in front of me, about to give me what I’m sure is going to be one of the best blowjobs ever, and the only thing I can even think about is, I didn’t lock the door. Did everyone leave? What if a trainer walks in? Or a janitor? Or, even though they all know about our relationship, one of our teammates? Or worse, Boudreau? But right as I was about to say something to Alex, he slipped his lips around me and all coherent thoughts went right out of my head. I closed my eyes, and if I hadn’t been holding onto Alex and he in turn holding onto me, I would have fallen over. His head bobbed up and down, alternating between slow and fast, while his tongue hit every spot and some that I didn’t even know about. I felt like I was getting closer and closer, so I gasped out,

“Alex, wait...I…I’m ….gonna.” Quickly he pulled off and looked up at me, that goofy Alex grin with his missing tooth. I smiled and made him stand up. I looked down as I stepped out of my shoes, pants and boxers. Then I looked at Alex, his lips red, his hair more messy than usual because of my hands running through it. His chest already had a slight sheen on sweat on it, but that also could have been from the fact he hadn’t had a chance to shower. And he was still covered in that damn spandex, although, right now, it was looking very nice on him. I couldn’t help myself; I let my hand drift lightly over his covered erection. His sharp intake of breath was all I needed. My stokes slowly got a little harder and a little slower. Alex’s hands rested on my bare hips, his fingers squeezing when I changed my pattern.

“Olie.” He moaned. I didn’t say anything, just pushed him gently down on the floor. When he fully lay down, I slowly started to peel off his spandex, my own little torture for earlier. He didn’t say anything, just kept trying to breath. When they were off, and we were both naked, I crawled back up his body until I was leaning over him. We kissed while I slowly rubbed against him. Finally Alex pulled away.

“Olie,” he whispered again, “Please.” Well, how am I supposed to refuse that? I reached for my pants, pulling out the condom and the small tub of lube I had stashed in my pocket. I prepared Alex, slipping one, then two and three fingers into him. I saw him relax, and quickly slid the condom on, and pulled my fingers out. I pushed Alex’s legs a little wider apart, and before I entered, I asked,

“Ready?” Alex looked up at me, and giving me a small smile, said quietly,

“Yes.” I leaned down to kiss him, and slowly started to push into him. I looked down at Alex. His eyes were closed, but there was no pain on his face. His breathing was shaky, and he was covered in sweat again. But he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. When I was in completely, I slowly started to pull out. It doesn’t take me long to set a rhythm, and I reach between our bodies and start to stoke Alex’s erection, slower than my thrusts. I lean down to kiss him again, this kiss slow, and I let our tongues lazily twirl around each other. Soon I feel my orgasm building, so I start to pick up the pace, letting my thrusts become harder. Alex’s moans and growls turn to panting and his breath is so harsh and fast, I wonder for a moment how he is even able to breathe. I angled my hips just right, and when Alex cried out I know I’d hit that sweat spot inside him. My hands were still agonizingly slow on Alex’s cock, but as I feel my orgasm building, I let my hand fly up and down, and just a moment after Alex is cuming, and as I feel him tighten around me, I cum too. I collapse on top of him, and after a moment, I feel his heavy arms come to rest around my back and shoulders. I carefully move my hips, pulling myself out of Alex. I get rid of the condom, and grab a towel that I really hope is mine or Alex’s and clean us both up. Then I let myself lie back down on top of Alex. I feel his chest move beneath my head, and I look up. He’s quietly laughing to himself, and he looks down and I catch his eye.

“See my Olie, having sex on locker room floor is good.” I smiled back at him.

“Yeah kid, it’s not a bad fantasy at all.” Alex’s grin got wider.

“Ha, not fantasy anymore Olie.”

“Your right, now how about we get dressed and get home, and maybe continue this in a bed?” I stood up and helped him. We both moved to put our clothes on, when Alex turned to me and said,

“Olie, what will you do if I get hat trick next game?” I looked over at him, the gap toothed grin still plastered on his face.

“Anything you want kid.”

“Oh really, anything?” Alex turned back to finish dressing, and I suddenly had an odd felling about the next game. Who were we playing, Boston? Oh well I thought. I walked over to Alex and putting an arm around his shoulder, we walked out of the locker room together.

Number One Fantasy

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