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cathybitesit's getting better all the time
[hockey rps, brendan shanahan/steve yzerman, nc-17, 681 words]
omg, I don't even KNOW. I'm kind of all flailface over actually writing this pairing. written for this prompt from the kink meme.
title from "Melt With You" by Modern English. (hrmm. second time I've mined that song for a fic title.)
It's not easy anymore, not like it used to be when Steve was just a short drive away. They have to plan and coordinate and finagle their way to seeing each other, distance and conflicting schedules keeping them apart.
But when it works, when everything comes together and he gets to have moments like this one, Brendan can't complain.
Doesn't even cross his mind to complain, not when Steve's flat on his back, sprawled across the hotel bed. His tie drapes loosely around his neck, dress-shirt half-unbuttoned, and he raises his head, smile curling along his lips, to watch as Brendan pulls his own shirt off. Brendan rolls his shoulders, preening just a bit, and rubs a hand across his crotch. Steve sucks a sharp breath in at that, coughing a little.
"Doing okay there, old man?" Brendan asks, grinning at the glare he gets as an answer.
"Oh, screw you."
Brendan smiles wider, reaching down to unbuckle Steve's belt. "Keep that up," he says, pulling Steve's trousers off, "and I'm likely to forget how much I like you."
"That happens with old age, doesn't it?"
"You tell me."
Steve just laughs. His smile is warm, the same as it's been for the past however many years since they've started doing this, and Brendan thinks, no, this is as easy as it's ever been.
Or, at least, easier in some ways than others; Brendan's knees creak as he goes to them. But he ignores the ache in favor of the way Steve's breath hitches, the way his hips push up the tiniest bit, seeking Brendan's touch. Brendan rests his hands against Steve's thighs and leans in, nuzzling against the hard line of his cock beneath the white of his briefs. The fabric is damp at the head, and Brendan licks there, tastes the pulse of fresh pre-come that his action brings.
"Fuck", Steve breathes, barely audible, and Brendan grins. He pushes Steve's legs apart more, then moves his hands up to the briefs. He slips his thumbs under the legbands, teases Steve with light strokes where his thighs meet his groin, and finally pulls the briefs off.
Steve's cock is flushed dark, foreskin nearly pulled back completely over the head, and Brendan licks from root to tip. He does it again, more slowly, relearning the familiar flavor of Steve's skin. It hasn't been that long since they've done this - the Olympics were only a few months ago - but it feels like it's been forever. Brendan circles his tongue around the head, lapping at the pre-come smeared across it, and Steve moans, finally lets go of the sheets and buries his hands in Brendan's hair.
It's what he's been waiting for, and he tilts his head forward, sucking Steve's cock in. Steve's hands clench in his hair, and Brendan closes his eyes, loses himself in what he's doing. He holds Steve with one hand, tight around the base, and slides his mouth up and down, tongue teasing along the thick vein on the underside, around the flare of the crown.
When Steve comes, Brendan swallows as easily as he's always done.
Steve slides off the bed, landing with an oof, legs sprawled around Brendan. He bats Brendan's hand away, takes hold of his cock. Brendan moans, hips stuttering into the familiar touch of Steve jerking him. He leans forward, and Steve's there to meet him, kissing him as he comes.
They stay like that for a long moment, until Steve sits up, his back cracking. Brendan gets up carefully, grimacing at his knees' protests. He helps Steve up, huffing in amusement as Steve immediately falls back onto the bed.
Brendan kicks his pants off the rest of the way, then crawls next to him, pokes him in the side. "Happy birthday, grandpa."
Steve swats at him, and Brendan catches his hand easily, bringing it closer to kiss the inside of his wrist. Steve hmms happily at that, and Brendan curls closer around him. He can't stay long, but as long as he can have this moment, he's okay with that.
thank you for reading!
[hockey rps, brendan shanahan/steve yzerman, nc-17, 681 words]
omg, I don't even KNOW. I'm kind of all flailface over actually writing this pairing. written for this prompt from the kink meme.
title from "Melt With You" by Modern English. (hrmm. second time I've mined that song for a fic title.)
It's not easy anymore, not like it used to be when Steve was just a short drive away. They have to plan and coordinate and finagle their way to seeing each other, distance and conflicting schedules keeping them apart.
But when it works, when everything comes together and he gets to have moments like this one, Brendan can't complain.
Doesn't even cross his mind to complain, not when Steve's flat on his back, sprawled across the hotel bed. His tie drapes loosely around his neck, dress-shirt half-unbuttoned, and he raises his head, smile curling along his lips, to watch as Brendan pulls his own shirt off. Brendan rolls his shoulders, preening just a bit, and rubs a hand across his crotch. Steve sucks a sharp breath in at that, coughing a little.
"Doing okay there, old man?" Brendan asks, grinning at the glare he gets as an answer.
"Oh, screw you."
Brendan smiles wider, reaching down to unbuckle Steve's belt. "Keep that up," he says, pulling Steve's trousers off, "and I'm likely to forget how much I like you."
"That happens with old age, doesn't it?"
"You tell me."
Steve just laughs. His smile is warm, the same as it's been for the past however many years since they've started doing this, and Brendan thinks, no, this is as easy as it's ever been.
Or, at least, easier in some ways than others; Brendan's knees creak as he goes to them. But he ignores the ache in favor of the way Steve's breath hitches, the way his hips push up the tiniest bit, seeking Brendan's touch. Brendan rests his hands against Steve's thighs and leans in, nuzzling against the hard line of his cock beneath the white of his briefs. The fabric is damp at the head, and Brendan licks there, tastes the pulse of fresh pre-come that his action brings.
"Fuck", Steve breathes, barely audible, and Brendan grins. He pushes Steve's legs apart more, then moves his hands up to the briefs. He slips his thumbs under the legbands, teases Steve with light strokes where his thighs meet his groin, and finally pulls the briefs off.
Steve's cock is flushed dark, foreskin nearly pulled back completely over the head, and Brendan licks from root to tip. He does it again, more slowly, relearning the familiar flavor of Steve's skin. It hasn't been that long since they've done this - the Olympics were only a few months ago - but it feels like it's been forever. Brendan circles his tongue around the head, lapping at the pre-come smeared across it, and Steve moans, finally lets go of the sheets and buries his hands in Brendan's hair.
It's what he's been waiting for, and he tilts his head forward, sucking Steve's cock in. Steve's hands clench in his hair, and Brendan closes his eyes, loses himself in what he's doing. He holds Steve with one hand, tight around the base, and slides his mouth up and down, tongue teasing along the thick vein on the underside, around the flare of the crown.
When Steve comes, Brendan swallows as easily as he's always done.
Steve slides off the bed, landing with an oof, legs sprawled around Brendan. He bats Brendan's hand away, takes hold of his cock. Brendan moans, hips stuttering into the familiar touch of Steve jerking him. He leans forward, and Steve's there to meet him, kissing him as he comes.
They stay like that for a long moment, until Steve sits up, his back cracking. Brendan gets up carefully, grimacing at his knees' protests. He helps Steve up, huffing in amusement as Steve immediately falls back onto the bed.
Brendan kicks his pants off the rest of the way, then crawls next to him, pokes him in the side. "Happy birthday, grandpa."
Steve swats at him, and Brendan catches his hand easily, bringing it closer to kiss the inside of his wrist. Steve hmms happily at that, and Brendan curls closer around him. He can't stay long, but as long as he can have this moment, he's okay with that.
thank you for reading!
