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Title: Better Than Painkillers
Author: Kaitie of

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Pairing: Ethan Moreau/Ladislav Smid [Edmonton Oilers]
Rating: R
Summary: Ethan makes Ladi feel better after he sprains his knee and ankle. The little ending bit occurs after Ethan rebreaks his leg.
Disclaimer: Not real. At all.

 

Ethan entered the locker room and immediately noticed Ladislav Smid sitting at his stall, looking despondent. His knee and ankle were wrapped up and he looked like he was in some pain.

"Hey, Smid, how are you doing?" He asked tentatively. It was because of his hit that Ladi was hurting, and he felt terrible. Ladi looked up.

"Oh, I’m okay." He said, not very convincingly. Ethan felt worse. This kid didn’t deserve an injury. "I just want to play, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." Ethan paused awkwardly, not quite knowing what to say. He did have experience with injuries, true, but he had never inflicted one like this on a team mate. He walked over to Ladi and sat down at the adjacent stall. "Do they know what’s wrong with it?"

"Dunno yet, probably sprain. Hopefully there’s no break."

"Jesus, Ladi, I’m sorry." Ladislav looked up with some surprise.

"It wasn’t your fault, it was accident." There was a pause as Ethan tried to come up with something else to say. How Ladi could keep on just sitting there, not raging at everything and everyone, was beyond him. Ladi continued. "It’s just... you know, I don’t want to be out for season. I’m a little bit scared."

"Yeah, I know how that feels, believe me." Both men leaned back almost in unison and sighed. Jeez, Moreau, you’re really doing the kid a favour, cheering him up like this, Ethan thought to himself. This was getting awkward. He was never very good at this sort of thing. He started to stand up, clearing his throat as he did so. "Well, I’d better go, you should probably... get some rest or something, eh?"

He was stopped by a tug on his sleeve as he turned away. "No, you don’t have to go." Ethan slowly sat back down.

"I just feel really bad, Smid, I-"

"I told you, it’s not your fault." Ladi said more forcefully. "It could have happened from anyone." He smiled suddenly, his eyes twinkling. "I was taking hits from Stortini all practice, I guess you’re just lucky."

Ethan smiled back. "Just, y’know, if there’s anything I can do to make you feel better..." He looked at the young Czech man sitting beside him with the piercing blue eyes and toothless grin. Ladi’s hand was still on his arm, he realized suddenly. Its warm weight felt so natural, he hadn’t noticed it was there. His thigh was also pressed up against Ladi’s, and it too felt natural. He felt a little unsure of himself all of a sudden.

He looked to Ladi’s face and caught a flash of something in his eyes. "What do you mean?" Ladi asked, licking his bottom lip in an almost unconscious way. 

Fuck it, Ethan thought, you only live once. "I mean, I could maybe take your mind off your leg."

Ladi gave him a wicked grin that seemed to mirror the one on Ethan’s own face. "Yeah, I think that would help." With that, Ethan reached up behind his head and pulled him in.

It was a frantic, messy kiss that left them gasping, hearts pounding with lust and the shared excitement of the possibility of getting caught. Ethan ran his hands down Ladi’s chest, reaching the hem of his powder blue shirt and tugging it upward. In seconds it was in a heap on the floor. Ladi reached to take off Ethan’s shirt but he was stopped when Ethan caught his hands. "Hey, you’re the one who’s supposed to feel better."

"Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it too."

"Believe me, I am." Ethan leaned in for another kiss, this time taking more time to savour the taste of Ladi’s lips. God, he was perfect. His hands traveled upward of their own accord to tangle in Ladi’s brown curls and stroke the back of his sinewy neck. Ladi pulled away and licked the edge of Ethan’s jaw, sending shivers up his spine. He couldn’t prevent a small noise of approval from escaping his lips. So much for just giving the kid what he wanted.

Time to focus. Ethan began kissing down Ladi’s neck, nipping him where his shoulder met his neck and grinning against the warm skin as he heard Ladi inhale sharply. His hands wandered downward, hovering somewhere around Ladi’s navel and the waistband of his pants. His mouth followed.

He stopped short when he ran his hand firmly down Ladi’s thigh and reached his knee, eliciting a gasp of pain from the defenseman. "Shit, are you-?"

"It’s fine, don’t stop." Ladi said quickly, panting hard. Ethan took him at his word and resumed his actions, although his hands moved to undo the button on the pants that were blocking access to... other things.

Ladi let out another gasp, although this one was decidedly more pain-free than his previous one. His head was spinning, nothing existed but the feeling of Ethan’s warm mouth, his hands tangled in his Ethan’s hair, urging him more, faster, harder. "Ethan, I’m going to..."

*****

"Hello?"

"Ethan, it’s Ladislav."

"Oh, hey, you guys just getting in?"

"Yeah... I was wondering, how is your leg feeling?"

 

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