2minsforslashing | L'ombre - Guillaume Latendresse & Yann Danis

TITLE: L'ombre (The Shadow)
AUTHOR: Jazzy
CHARACTERS: Yann Danis & Guillaume Latendresse
WORD COUNT: 1006 Words
RATING: GRAPHIC NC-17! YAY PORN!
DISCLAIMER: Better than mine is they're mine in my head
A/N: Yann's point of view. According to Express Parole they are working out together with some of the veteran Habs.

We were finally free from their watchful eyes.

Guillaume tugged at my arm when we were done working out, pulling me quickly through the hallways fast enough that the pictures that hung on the wall, were a blur of colours and streaks that I'd otherwise memorised. The cement hallway echoed with the sound of our footsteps running and laughing raucously, desperate to get away from the glaring eyes of our teammates who could barely keep us apart for more than five minutes at a time. I could vaguely make out footsteps behind us but not loud enough to let it bother the instant high I felt as we reached the showers. The sight of my bulge that rippled in Guillaume's loose fitting workout shorts as he started to undress me made me slightly lightheaded and dizzy as the room whirled and my libido spun out of control.

"I'd watched you... you were stretching right in front of me," he mumbled hoarsely and smiled as his hands pushed my own shorts down. His palms pushed into my hips and slowly down the outside of my thighs as the shorts puddled at my ankles. He practically ripped off his clothing, pulling his shirt quickly over his head and tugged his own shorts down as he eased us back towards the hollow shower. I watched his shadow stretch across the wall as he tossed his shirt back and it slid down the wall and settled into a corner where I saw the shadow of someone or something else that lurked. I lifted my head slowly as I tried to find out who or what it was when Guillaume discovered the long curve of my neck, wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard, clasping the skin with his mouth and pulling on it hard enough to leave a small mark.

Even before he turned the water on, that room was hotter than all the others. The walls were still moist from where others had showered right before us and as we stumbled inside, I slid down against the tiled wall. The immediate cold of the tiles stung between my shoulder blades when I leaned backwards. I watched with lustful eyes as Guillaume dropped to his knees below me, working a hand to roll my balls between his hand as he teased the smooth skin underneath them. His fingers moved carefully between them, as he would separate them and fondle them some more. The water would hit is hair and slide right off, leaving tiny gleaming drops that shone in the poorly lit room. Even as Guillaume stared up at me with his twinkling blue eyes, I couldn't take my eyes off the shadow on the wall in the back of room that moved methodically but steadily as I started to feel watched.

I felt his gentle tongue move slowly underneath my dick until his lips wrapped themselves around the tip, sucking hard enough that the head molded itself to the shape of his mouth as he slid further down my shaft. The slithering movement of the shadow seemed to still for a moment. The sound of the water as it hit the shower floor echoed like our moans as it bounced off the walls and filled our space, encircling us with our own passion. His teeth raked over my length as he moved over me, like tiny fingernails that scraped over my most sensitive skin and along the vein as it tingled in delight between them. I could feel myself hit the back of his throat rhythmically the way the spray rolled off his back and dripped away as it rolled over his bare ass in slow, steady trails. The steam around me mixed with my sticky sweat as my eyes narrowed at the form across the room. Did he want to feel the warm flesh of the inside of his cheeks as they sucked around me? Was he moaning the way I was from deep in my chest as the moans skipped lightly over my racing heart?

I scratched at the back of the wall, trying to grab hold of something... anything to steady myself as dry soap crawled up underneath my fingernails. I watched his head bob faster over me until I felt my body tense up and freeze. My balls burned between the sticky inside of my thighs at my impending orgasm and I exploded into his mouth. The shadow on the wall seemed to vibrate and jerk in time with my own movements. My hips shook just enough to force Guillaume's mouth to pull off of me as he turned to the shower and rinsed off. He smiled at me as I tugged him down for a gentle kiss and out of the corner of my eye, I watched the shadow duck away.

"Guillaume, there's someone watching us," I mumbled in a soft whisper, still somewhat breathless while I watched him lather up. He wrinkled his nose and twisted his mouth to a small frown, obviously frustrated by my comment.

"There's no one watching us, Yann. They're all still working out. Just get cleaned up so we can go home."

I rolled my eyes and looked towards that corner for a few more minutes while I tried to get used to the fact that we were all sharing a locker room again. This is no different than it had been the rest of my life only this season I had him. And for a group of men that had tried their hardest to keep us apart during training, they sure don't have a problem watching when we're together. In my mind perhaps I had heard whomever it was whisper or whimper our names, with a twinge of passion and for a moment I could almost feel the searing stab of someone else's jealousy. Or maybe I'd dreamt the stranger who'd watched us and would probably lurk around another corner on another day. No one can deny that it's going to be a long, exciting season.