Fic: Hold Me (Detroit Red Wings, Hank/Pavel)

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Title: Hold Me
Authors: Dee and Ginny 2wingsnuts
Team: Red Wings
Pairing Hank/Pavel
Rating: FRC
Challenge: writingtogether
Prompt:Cuddle
Summary: Nothing makes Hank feel better than cuddling with Pavel. And he’ll do anything to cuddle.
Author's Notes: One of our nearly forgotten challenges. Just a bit of fluff.


"Pav," Hank sniffled and curled up on the couch. He rested his head on his lover's shoulder and sighed. "Take care of me," he murmured. "I think I'm sick."

Pavel pressed the back of his hand against Hank's forehead. "How sick?"

"Sick enough that I don't wanna go out," Hank whispered. "But not sick enough to where I don't wanna play hockey."

"Not dying then," Pavel teased, but turned until he could pull Hank into his arms.

Hank nodded and rested his head on Pavel's chest. "Cuddle?" he asked hopefully.

"We can cuddle," Pavel agreed. "You want teddy bear?"

Hank laughed softly. "You are my teddy bear," he whispered. "My sexy, Russian teddy bear."

He smiled and kissed the top of Hank's head. "I be your teddy bear."

"I feel better already," Hank said quietly and wrapped his arms around Pavel's narrow hips.

"Good," Pavel said. He ran his fingers lightly through Hank's hair as he reached with his other hand to pull the blanket off the back of the couch down onto them.

"I'm glad to be back in Detroit," Hank whispered and pressed a kiss to Pavel's chest. "I miss holding you during the summer."

"I miss too," Pavel admitted to him. "This nice."

"This great," Hank sighed and curled closer to Pavel's warmth. "Cuddling with you is better than sex."

"I need try more then," Pavel said.

Hank laughed softly and offered a small cough. "Cuddling never ends," he whispered.

Pavel smiled softly. "That true. I cuddle you on ice too."

"You do," Hank agreed. "And everything thinks it's because we're best friends." He looked up and met Pavel's eyes. "Thank you."

"For cuddling?" Pavel asked. He grinned and kissed him softly. "I like it too."

Hank smiled and rested his head back on Pavel's chest. "I lied," he admitted after a few minutes.

Pavel tightened his grip. "What you lie about?"

"I'm not really feeling sick," Hank whispered.

"Why lie?" Pavel asked him.

Hank looked up at him, his hair slightly in his eyes. "I got you to cuddle," he said easily.

Pavel brushed Hank's hair off of his face. Putting his fingers under Hank's chin, he encouraged him to look up so that he could kiss him softy. "Ask. I cuddle always."

"Okay," Hank whispered against his lips. "I'll just do that next time," he promised and cringed when the door opened. "I left my stuff in your wife's way."

Pavel laughed softly. "Then she know to come and cuddle with us."

"Okay," Hank agreed again and put his head on Pavel's shoulder. He really enjoyed cuddling with the older man.

~End~