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A Russian Thank You
Title: A Russian Thank You
Pairing: Evgeni Malkin/Sergei Gonchar
Rating: PG-15 or so
Disclaimer: Never happened, if it did, I'd very well like to know about it.
A/N: Every time I sat down to try to work on my other story, this scene was all that I could see. You can only tell a story 'no' so many times before it wins. Evgeni thanks Sergei for his hospitality. Oh, and 'спасибо' is Russian for 'thank you' which I learned via www.freetranslation.com ^_^
He lived an ideal life. He had a beautiful wife, a darling, healthy daughter. He was an NHL star. This was everything he dreamed of having when he was younger. He thought that when he achieved all of his dreams that he would be satisfied. He thought he would be able to sit back and enjoy his life as it rolled by. And then he met a man fourteen years his youth, and everything changed.
For the first couple of months, the young man repeated his thanks over and over. He cleaned the dishes that he dirtied, separated his own darks from his own whites, and even picked up milk and bread when he noticed that they were needed. As the season took off, the young man continued to express his gratitude. One night, the young man decided that doing the dishes and his laundry and buying groceries wasn’t thanks enough.
It started with one touch.
Evgeni scooted closer to Sergei. He leaned in and swallowed hard. His hand, shaking, reached out to touch the older man’s cheek. It was soft, despite years of abuse on the hockey rink. Evgeni started to withdraw his hand, but Sergei caught his hand, and drew it back towards his own face, and held the other man’s hand there
It started with one kiss.
Evgeni’s hand stuck with his nervous sweat to Sergei’s face. Only mere inches separated the two men. Sergei shifted his eyes to Evgeni’s lips. They were parted only slightly, as they always were. They were chapped with the coming winter, but moistened in a way that begged for attention. They were pink, and they were plump, and they begged Sergei for his attention and his attention only. As if no other’s attention would do, not quite like his would do. Sergei’s eyes moved back up to meet Evgeni’s gaze. Evgeni swallowed his nerves and slowly, achingly slowly, closed the space between them. For a few moments, they sat still with their lips pressed hard against one another’s. Then as if one of them suddenly regained their confidence, the kiss softened. The two pairs of lips moved across one another, creating an unbearable friction. Sergei took Evgeni’s bottom lip into his mouth and sucked lightly, holding it gently with his teeth. Evgeni quietly moaned into Sergei’s mouth and wrapped his hand around the older man’s neck. Sergei tenderly dragged his teeth across the lip as he released it, evoking another gorgeous sound from Evgeni’s throat. Evgeni now moved with more purpose, devouring Sergei’s mouth as the two lips parted graciously for the impending tongue. Evgeni explored every centimeter of Sergei’s mouth, tasted every crevice. He twisted his tongue with teammate’s, sending tingles down both of their spines. When the two men finally parted, they leaned against each other, foreheads touching. Both men were left panting for breath, hearts beating out of their chests.
It started with one word.
Evgeni pushed himself back into the older man, and Sergei gave into the weight of his younger counterpart. Their lips connected again. Their second kiss was much more forceful than the first, and Evgeni hungrily pushed his tongue into Sergei’s mouth. He took in the taste of Sergei, making note of everything that was magical about kissing this man. Sergei’s hands were weaved into Evgeni’s hair, keeping the man against his lips. One of Evgeni’s hands held tightly to the back of Sergei’s neck, while the other freely roamed the well-kept upper body of the older man. It was painfully obvious how aroused both men had become. Evgeni planted loving kisses down Sergei’s jaw and neck, then made his way back up toward his ear. Evgeni hovered there for a moment. He was breathing heavily and it made the little hairs on Sergei’s neck stand straight up. Whether it had been involuntary or intentional, Evgeni’s eyes filled with lust and he grinded his hips into the man below him. Sergei’s eyes fell closed as a moan escaped his lips. For the first time since Evgeni had sat down beside Sergei, one of them spoke. It was a single word. It rolled, almost dripped, erotically off of Evgeni’s lips. “спасибо.”
It was only the beginning.
Pairing: Evgeni Malkin/Sergei Gonchar
Rating: PG-15 or so
Disclaimer: Never happened, if it did, I'd very well like to know about it.
A/N: Every time I sat down to try to work on my other story, this scene was all that I could see. You can only tell a story 'no' so many times before it wins. Evgeni thanks Sergei for his hospitality. Oh, and 'спасибо' is Russian for 'thank you' which I learned via www.freetranslation.com ^_^
He lived an ideal life. He had a beautiful wife, a darling, healthy daughter. He was an NHL star. This was everything he dreamed of having when he was younger. He thought that when he achieved all of his dreams that he would be satisfied. He thought he would be able to sit back and enjoy his life as it rolled by. And then he met a man fourteen years his youth, and everything changed.
For the first couple of months, the young man repeated his thanks over and over. He cleaned the dishes that he dirtied, separated his own darks from his own whites, and even picked up milk and bread when he noticed that they were needed. As the season took off, the young man continued to express his gratitude. One night, the young man decided that doing the dishes and his laundry and buying groceries wasn’t thanks enough.
It started with one touch.
Evgeni scooted closer to Sergei. He leaned in and swallowed hard. His hand, shaking, reached out to touch the older man’s cheek. It was soft, despite years of abuse on the hockey rink. Evgeni started to withdraw his hand, but Sergei caught his hand, and drew it back towards his own face, and held the other man’s hand there
It started with one kiss.
Evgeni’s hand stuck with his nervous sweat to Sergei’s face. Only mere inches separated the two men. Sergei shifted his eyes to Evgeni’s lips. They were parted only slightly, as they always were. They were chapped with the coming winter, but moistened in a way that begged for attention. They were pink, and they were plump, and they begged Sergei for his attention and his attention only. As if no other’s attention would do, not quite like his would do. Sergei’s eyes moved back up to meet Evgeni’s gaze. Evgeni swallowed his nerves and slowly, achingly slowly, closed the space between them. For a few moments, they sat still with their lips pressed hard against one another’s. Then as if one of them suddenly regained their confidence, the kiss softened. The two pairs of lips moved across one another, creating an unbearable friction. Sergei took Evgeni’s bottom lip into his mouth and sucked lightly, holding it gently with his teeth. Evgeni quietly moaned into Sergei’s mouth and wrapped his hand around the older man’s neck. Sergei tenderly dragged his teeth across the lip as he released it, evoking another gorgeous sound from Evgeni’s throat. Evgeni now moved with more purpose, devouring Sergei’s mouth as the two lips parted graciously for the impending tongue. Evgeni explored every centimeter of Sergei’s mouth, tasted every crevice. He twisted his tongue with teammate’s, sending tingles down both of their spines. When the two men finally parted, they leaned against each other, foreheads touching. Both men were left panting for breath, hearts beating out of their chests.
It started with one word.
Evgeni pushed himself back into the older man, and Sergei gave into the weight of his younger counterpart. Their lips connected again. Their second kiss was much more forceful than the first, and Evgeni hungrily pushed his tongue into Sergei’s mouth. He took in the taste of Sergei, making note of everything that was magical about kissing this man. Sergei’s hands were weaved into Evgeni’s hair, keeping the man against his lips. One of Evgeni’s hands held tightly to the back of Sergei’s neck, while the other freely roamed the well-kept upper body of the older man. It was painfully obvious how aroused both men had become. Evgeni planted loving kisses down Sergei’s jaw and neck, then made his way back up toward his ear. Evgeni hovered there for a moment. He was breathing heavily and it made the little hairs on Sergei’s neck stand straight up. Whether it had been involuntary or intentional, Evgeni’s eyes filled with lust and he grinded his hips into the man below him. Sergei’s eyes fell closed as a moan escaped his lips. For the first time since Evgeni had sat down beside Sergei, one of them spoke. It was a single word. It rolled, almost dripped, erotically off of Evgeni’s lips. “спасибо.”
It was only the beginning.