2minsforslashing | (no subject)

Title: Remember
Characters: Alex Steen / Matt Stajan (Toronto Maple Leafs)
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: Don't own, never happened.
Notes: Takes place today after the trade of Steen to St. Louis. In his POV. This is dedicated to

bhavna_grint. I hope you like it. ♥

Just yesterday I was out with the guys; having beers, playing pool, just having a good time. Now I sit in my bedroom, a pile of empty boxes sit on the floor. My clothes, blankets and assorted other things are in a heap on the ground, while a plane ticket lays solitary on my desk. I note the hole in my wall, caused earlier today out of anger and desperation. I got the phone call at around 7 in the morning, I was just about to leave for practice. Traded. I hear the doorbell ring and it pulls me out of my trance. As I approach the door I can tell immediately who it is, just from his outline.

"Matt.." Is all I say as I open the door and let my friend in. You say nothing, but pull me into a hug.

"I thought you could use a hand?" You say when you pull away. I nod in appreciation and lead you to my room.

"Honestly, I don't even know where to start." I chuckle and notice you smile slightly. You push past me, grab a box and head over to the closet.

"What is there to do in St. Louis anyways?" You ask as you start throwing things into the box. "I mean I know there's your normal stuff, but you know...you wont have..." You trail off.

"I wont have what, Staj?"

"I'm just worried that they wont appreciate you like we do. Like I do." You frown and it makes my heart melt a little. I absolutely love it when you make that face.

"You're probably right. I don't think anyone can appreciate something like you do." I see you blush and beckon you over to me. I pull you close to me and press my lips lightly against yours, savoring the taste, the moment for as long as I can. My hands find their respective places on your neck and I feel your fingers glide through my hair. I tug at the collar of your shirt and pull you with me to the bed, falling backwards onto it. You scramble on top of me gently finding my lips again, then trail a line of kisses down to my neck. I breathe in and place my hands on your hips and pull you close to me.

"I'm going to show you how much I'm going to miss you, Steener." You whisper into my ear, while your hands run up and down my sides, taking off my shirt in a quick fashion.

"Jesus.." I groan, and do the same to you. Your hands move a mile a minute as they slide down my torso, followed by your kisses. I squirm under you as you reach the top of my jeans, you chuckle and lock your eyes with mine. You un-do them slowly, your eyes not moving from mine. You pull them off halfway before kissing my lips again, leaving me to kick them off the rest of the way. You kiss me deep, your hand sliding down my stomach. You play with the elastic of my boxers for a moment, then your hand disappears underneath. As your hand begins to stoke me, I throw my head back and let out a groan of pleasure.

"Fuck... Matt." I mumble and I feel you smile as you kiss my neck. You peck me on the lips quickly and I see the fire in your eyes, which turns me on even more. Your tongue makes it's way down my body slowly, teasing me. "Does torturing me like this get you off?" I manage to say between breaths.

"Oh, shut up." You grin wickedly at me before taking me in your mouth, an action that causes my eyes to flutter closed. My hands clench into fists and I bite down on my bottom lip hard, trying hard to avoid screaming at the feeling. You speed up and my hips work with your mouth. I no longer try to keep my moans from escaping me.

"Oh God... Alex." You say against me, and that's all I need. My whole body shakes as I finish, both of us letting out moans of pleasure. I lay there for a moment trying to catch my breath. I feel you slide up beside me and pull me close.

"Steener?"

"Hmm?"

"Please don't leave."

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Flight 264 to St. Louis is now boarding. Please proceed to gate 4b.

I gather my bag and stand at the back of the long line of people. I notice a girl turning her cell phone off, which reminds me that mine should be put away. I grab it out of my pocket and notice I have a text message.

Have a good flight. Don't be a stranger. Love you, Staj.

I smile to myself and hit the reply button.

Don't worry. Toronto will always be my home. Love you, too.