2minsforslashing | (no subject)

Title: Awkward

Pairing: Chris Osgood/Henrik "Hank" Zetterberg (RPS Detroit Red Wings)

Rating: PG-13-R for implied sexual situations

Disclaimer: The following is a work of not for profit fiction and no insult or assumption is implied by the use of the names of the persons therein. Read- It's just for fun and NOT REAL, no matter how fun the pictures would be.

Summary: Hank's been in the bathroom for a very long time...

Enough of this. He’d been waiting, staring at his bare feet for an hour, trying to distract himself from the need to pee which was quickly becoming unbearable. Chris got up and went to tap on the door of the bathroom. “Hank? What the hell are you doing in there? You’ve been in there forever.”

    He could hear quiet splashes and then Hank’s voice saying,” Nothing! I’ll…I’ll be out in a minute.”

    “Seriously, are you okay?”

    “No…I mean yeah, I’m fine.”

    “I’m coming in.” Chris knew Hank never locked the door when he was in the washroom.

    “No, I’m good, you don’t…oh hi.”

    Ozzie stood in the doorway, blinking. He looked around, squinting in the flickering light of about forty tiny flames. “You’re…you’re having a bath in the dark?” He lifted an eyebrow. It was hard to tell but he was pretty sure Hank was blushing.

    “Not in the dark.” Hank nodded at the tea lights littering the surfaces of the bathroom.

    “Pretty much in the dark.” Ozzie figured it was safest to keep the conversation on the topic of lighting and gloss over the fact that he was talking to a man who was wrapped in a shower curtain and wearing a towel turban.

    “I have light to rea…see by,” Hank hastily corrected himself, shifting in the hot bubbly water. He wished Chris would leave. “I didn’t realize you were home already.”

    “Obviously.” Chris resisted the urge to tease his lover and resorted to sticking his hands in his pockets and trying to guess what the object his fingers came in contact with were. It was a tactic that had never failed him before. “Homer’s still sick.”

    “Yeah? That uh…that sucks for him. And Nick.”

    “Uh huh. S’why I didn’t stay that long.”

    “Ah.” Hank fiddled with the plastic shower curtain he’d grabbed to cover himself as silence fell between them.

    Ozzie identified his lighter with a tinge of regret. It was the last thing in that pocket. “So…why are you having a bath? For your back?”

    Hank latched onto that excuse like a lamprey. “Yes, it…it helps. The um, the hot water, you know.”

    “And the bubbles?” Ozzie asked, then mentally kicked himself. He never could help himself, he really didn’t think about things, he just…said them.

    “Aromatherapy.” Hank was clutching at straws now and he knew it. He looked at the melting candles and decided to play his trump card. He shoved the shower curtain back, whipped the towel off his head and raked his fingers through his hair before crossing his arms over his chest and letting Chris have a good long look.

    Ozzie swallowed thickly, his eyes following the flickering light playing over Hank’s body, highlighting flesh he knew in all sorts of interesting ways. “I like the candles. That…they were a good idea. For um…ambiance?”

    “Yeah. Why aren’t you joining me in the tub then, if you like the ambiance?” Hank smirked at his lover. The next thing he knew, Ozzie’s lips were against his, both the goalie’s arms wrapped around him, still with his T-shirt and jeans on. Breaking the kiss and leaning back he said,” Get undressed first.”

    “You’re no fun,” Chris answered, stepping out and dripping as he stripped. He rejoined Hank, now sitting back down, in the tub, leaning in for another kiss. Suddenly he didn’t need to pee anymore.