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AN: The fourth installment of my Nick/Ozzie series-thing. Comes after Part One: Shoe Thief, Part Two: Punishment and Part Three: Secrets


Title: Wax

Pairing: Nick Lidstrom/Chris Osgood (RPS Detroit Red Wings)

Rating: NC-17

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: Nick decides it's time to explore Ozzie's fetish.

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Nick came out of the bathroom in time to hear Ozzie’s soft groan. He grabbed his sweatpants and came to sit next to the goaltender. “You okay?”

“I’m stiff as hell. I fucking hate it when people run me.”

“I know you do. I noticed the candles.” Nick rubbed Chris’ neck.” You want a backrub?”

“It might help,” Oz admitted.

“Take your shirt off and stretch out while I put my pants on then.”

“You don’t have to put pants on you know.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” Nick teased, hiking his pants up. Chris stuck his tongue out and yanked his shirt over his head, laying flat on his belly. Nick straddled him and went to work on the tense muscles in Chris’ back.

Ozzie was mellowing considerably under Nick’s caresses, the stiffness gradually draining away. He jumped when hot wax was poured onto his back though. “Nick!”

Nick grinned and bent down to kiss Chris’ ear. “You told me you liked that.”

“I do but a little warning would’ve been nice.”

Nick poured a spiral onto Ozzie’s shoulder blade before pulling it off, making Chris’ shiver.

“You should have told me you liked this ages ago, we could’ve had fun with it.” Nick made a wax heart and then a horseshoe before sitting back and pondering what next.

“Are you making designs?”

“Hold still, I’m trying to make a star.”

“Nick! This isn’t art class you know.”

“I know. But I’m having fun.” He peeled the wax off and grinned down at his partner. “You want me to stop?”

“Carry on.” Chris always liked it when Nick was feeling playful.

“How about a shamrock?”

“Whatever works for you. Ahhhh…”

“Hold still, this is harder than I’d anticipated.” He finished the clover and went on to a crescent moon. “I said quit squirming.” He cocked his head, added a few squiggles and a balloon before setting the candles he held back down. “Seriously, be still.” He peeled the wax spots off one by one, kissing the red spots left behind, grinning at Chris’ little squeaks and moans. “Which part do you like better, the pouring on or the peeling off?”

“The pouring on. It feels nice.“Chris squirmed again, trying to free his erection from the somewhat uncomfortable position it was currently in. “And it’s a little difficult to not wiggle Nick.”

Nick noticed this and took the opportunity to torment Oz a bit by laying down on top of him and nibbling at his ear.

“Nonononono! Nick, this isn’t fair!” Ozzie wailed, trying to wriggle away and failing miserably.

Nick grinned, shifted to better press his weight down on Oz and ran his fingers over Chris’ ribs.

“Fucking hell, don’t do that.”

“I think it’s important that I do.” He went to work on Ozzie’s belly, just over his beltline, one of Oz’s most ticklish areas.

“Stop it, I’m gonna puke.”

“All right, I’ll let you up. You have to promise not to retaliate though.”

“The injustice in that statement burns Nicklas.”

“I know. Do you want up or not?”

“I promise I won’t retaliate.” ~Yet.~

Nick let him up, sitting back on his heels and grinning. Ozzie gave him a baleful glare, knowing there was nothing he could do. He’d promised.

“Aw muffin. C’mere, I’ll pour more wax on you.”

“No.” Chris pouted, arms crossed. Nick pulled him onto his lap and put his arms around him.

“Don’t be an asshole. You liked it.”

“I did. Fucker.”

“I know you are but what am I?” Nick responded, quirking an eyebrow.

“Moron. Are you gonna fuck me or not?”

“Well,” Nick said, laying back and pulling Chris down with him,” Maybe you should fuck me.”

“We don’t do that.”

“We do too. Just not often.” It was true, most of the time Ozzie was happy to bottom. Nick wasn’t overly comfortable with it, though Chris, after Nick’s admission a few weeks ago, understood why now. “You don’t want to?”

“I never said that.” Ozzie flattened his hands on Nick’s chest. “If you want me to.”

“Would I have suggested it otherwise.”

“No.” Chris kissed him.” You’re not like that.” Another kiss. “I’ll fuck you.” Another kiss. “If you want me to.” Ozzie leaned back and worked his fingers under the waistband of Nick’s sweats. “And I know you do.” He dragged the black pants down and grinned. “Lift.”

Nick raised his hips obligingly and Oz stripped him. “Why’d you bother putting them on? I told you not to.”

“I felt like it?”

“Yes but it took me that much longer to be able to do this.” He took Nick’s cock in his mouth, proving once again that nobody surpassed him in that arena, not even the perfect human he was doing it to. Nick’s fingers curled into Ozzie’s blond hair and he groaned softly.

“Don’t stop…” he whined when Chris got up and got off the bed.

“I’m not making you come yet,” Ozzie replied, unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants off before crawling back across the covers and pulling Nick’s legs over his lap, “Like this?”

“I want to see you.” Nick ran his fingers up Ozzie’s back and dragged his nails down over the red-tinged skin, flakes of wax coming with. “Lube’s in the drawer there.”

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“OW!” Nick winced and rubbed the back of his head, which had just bounced off the headboard.

“Sorry, sorry,” Chris panted, mouthing Nick’s neck,” I got a little carried away.”

“I’m not complaining and don’t stop.” Nick yanked him back down.

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“Harder…harder…up…”

“Nick…baby…”

“Oh God Chris…fuck me…”

Ozzie tipped his head back and groaned, bucking into his partner, feeling Nick’s nails dig into his thighs. They really needed to screw like this more often, he almost forgot how good it felt to be buried completely inside of Nick.

“Chris…fuck…där, rätt där, svårare...Ozzie, kommande.” Nick was speaking in Swedish and he was calling him by his nickname, Chris thought briefly, both markers of an extremely good fuck. Both were also things that drove Ozzie wild.

Nick’s fingernails made divots in Ozzie’s thighs as he came, dropping his head into the bed and arching his hips as he came onto Chris’ belly, feeling his lover speed up up, Ozzie’s harsh panting sounding loud in the dim room.

“Ohhh God…” Chris buried his face in Nick’s neck when he came, thrusting weakly a few times after his orgasm washed over him and collapsing onto Nick’s chest.

~


Nick rolled over and smiled sleepily at Chris, who, shockingly, was already awake. “Hey you.”

“Morning Nick. You slept really late, it’s nearly eleven.”

“Really?” Nick jerked upright,” Shit…I was supposed to go for breakfast with Cheli and Kronner.”

“I told them you were sleeping in, don’t worry about it.” Ozzie joined his lover on the bed, running his fingers over Nick’s sticky-uppy hair. “You obviously needed to sleep.”

“After last night? Yes, I did.” Nick burrowed into his pillow, grinning at Chris. “We really need to discuss fetishes more often you know.”

“I think it’s important that we do.”