Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing/Characters: Jack Johnson/Drew Doughty, Sidney Crosby
Dedication: herwhereabouts, abby20, robi0688, early_afternoon and joolzie, thanks for all your support, feedback and encouragement. :D
Disclaimer: It's all lies!
Author's Notes: This is a sequel to Tangled Up in Blue and One Last Summer, but it's not necessary to read those fics to follow this one. This is set just after the ending of Tangled Up in Blue (1/8/11) when Jack signed a long contract extension with the Kings. Who are these guys?
Blue Moon, Part 8
Drew dug around his pockets and produced a quarter. "Okay, we'll flip for it."
"How do I know you aren't going to cheat?" I asked him, doubtfully.
He gave me a big, cheerful smile. "You don't. You'll just have to trust me."
"Fuck this. You ask him." I crossed my arms.
"Nope. I know you want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you," he said softly, annoying but right, and he prepared to flip the coin into the air. "Call it."
"Heads," I decided reluctantly, watching my fate spinning in the air. Drew slapped the coin onto his arm and removed his hand.
"Fuck," Drew grumbled. "Fine, I'll ask him when we get to the hotel."
I gave him my best gloating expression and laughed when he got his earbuds out and plugged them into his ears, steadfastly ignoring me as he started nodding his head to the music. I looked out the window, but we were in Columbus, so there wasn't much to see.
After the overtime loss in Pittsburgh, we had won our next two against the Caps and Flyers--both division leaders. Things were looking up for us as a team, and an easy confidence had settled over everyone. It was fun to be on the road with the guys, although I think the guys with kids appreciated it the most. Rob Blake had told me to never take any of this for granted, that every moment was precious, and that you had less time than you thought you did. He said that we all chased goals and shots and hits and a shiny, silver Cup, but what would stay with us forever was the people: the guys who gave their all for you and expected your all in return, the ones who knew you better than you knew yourself.
Drew pulled Greener aside while we were waiting to check in to the hotel. I could tell from the smug look on his face that Drew had gotten to the point, but my heart sank when he started walking over to me. I gave Drew a dirty look, but he just smiled at me innocently and drew a halo over his head with his finger.
"So, tonight, huh?" Greener grinned obnoxiously, and I grunted at him in response.
"Hey, I got lots of condoms, so if you guys need any, just ask." He had an upsetting half-leering expression on his face, and I couldn't believe that I had won the coin toss only to end up the loser.
"Why would we need condoms?" I asked, regretting the question as soon as I asked it.
"Why not?" He blinked at me, and I couldn't believe that even he was that stupid.
"Because neither of us can get pregnant," I answered when the expression on his face didn't change.
"Yeah, but one of you could have an STD or something." Greener was stupid but persistent.
"We don't, we both got tested a long time ago," I explained. "Which is something you should do, by the way."
He waved his hand dismissively. "But he could have slept with someone else. You wouldn't know."
"I would know. And he'd never do that to me." It was something that had never even entered my mind. I trusted Drew completely.
"Good for you," he said with a smirk and ruffled my hair. "Just fucking with ya."
"Shithead." I punched him in the side, and he walked away, snickering.
I didn't stay annoyed for long though, because I knew that night I was going to be sharing a room and a bed with Drew, and that was mostly thanks to Greener.
Drew tossed his bag on the floor beside the bed nearer to the window, which was usually the bed I got because Greener liked being closer to the bathroom. I tossed my bag next to the other bed, knowing it didn't matter.
"So, you want to watch TV?" he asked, trying to sound innocent.
I tackled him onto the bed, shoving him back down when he tried to sit up and kissed him roughly. I tried my best to shut him up, but he managed to mumble, "Thought you wanted to go two weeks without this."
"Didn't want to," I objected, kissing the side of his neck, just below his ear. "Stop talking."
I tugged his shirt off and pinned his wrists above his head as he struggled to sit up again. He looked up at me with a defiant smile. "What are you going to do if I don't?"
"Make you stop." I kissed him again and he parted his lips as we deepened our kiss. He hadn't stopped trying to free himself so I straddled his hips, leaning more of my weight on his wrists to keep him still.
"You can't make me do anything," he whispered, then moaned as I licked his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipple. He bucked up against me, rubbing against my ass and I could feel how hard he was already.
"That's where you're wrong." I released him and shifted down, quickly undoing his jeans and tugging his boxers down just enough to release his cock. He started to sit up, but I took his dick halfway into my mouth, sucking hard, and he lay back down, groaning loudly.
I felt his hand on the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, and I started bobbing my head slowly, pressing my tongue against the underside of his shaft. I felt him shiver slightly, and he started thrusting his hips up as I moved my head down. He was taking short, quick breaths and his fingers tightened around my hair as he started pushing my head down to meet his thrusts. I liked him this way, less controlled, more on edge.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, jerking him off a little and getting my fingers wet with my spit. I tugged his jeans down further, not getting very far using just one hand, but he helped me, pushing them down to his knees. He gasped my name as I pressed a finger inside him all the way, feeling how tight he was. I stopped moving my head and just kept his cock in my mouth, running my tongue all over his shaft as I started finger fucking him slowly. He didn't seem to be loosening up much, but he grabbed my hand and pushed it away.
"Want you to fuck me," he gasped, grabbing my arms just below my shoulders and pulling me up to his face to kiss me as he unzipped my jeans. I pushed them down past my knees and we both kicked our jeans off onto the floor. I paused to tug my shirt off so were both completely naked, then went back to kissing him, skin on skin.
I reached down the side of the bed to grope around in the side pocket of Drew's bag, hoping that I'd find a bottle of lube, but came up with some hair gel instead. I looked at it, disappointed, and Drew started giggling and asked me to try the other side. I had more luck in the other pocket and he took the lube from me, squeezing a liberal amount into his hand and grabbing my cock, jerking me off slowly as I watched.
"You ready?" I asked, waiting for his nod, then lifted his legs up and hooked his ankles over my shoulders, raising his ass so I could get a nice view of it. He guided my dick to his ass and I pushed against him, meeting a lot of resistance, so I stopped, not wanting to hurt him.
"Come on, Jack, don't make me beg," he said softly when I pulled out. I squeezed some lube onto my hand and pushed two fingers inside him slowly, managing to go in only halfway. He grabbed my dick again, tugging on it and making me moan. He looked up at me, pleading, "Now, need you..."
"You're too tight right now," I said, wiggling my fingers and trying to get them deeper in. He spread his legs apart a little further, but that wasn't the problem. I lowered my head to kiss him lightly. "Thought I was the impatient one."
"It's been a while," he mumbled, sliding his hand over the back of my head as he kissed me. I licked along his collarbone, kissing and sucking at the base of his throat, and I felt him start to relax slowly, enough for me to get a third finger in. He bucked against my hand and grumbled, "Now you're just being a fucking tease."
"I am not," I said indignantly, and he looked he was going to argue with me so I withdrew my fingers and replaced them with my cock, making both of us groan loudly. It had been a while since we'd had sex and I hadn't jerked off since then, so I had to fuck him much slower than I normally would have if I wanted to last. It didn't help that he was still incredibly, amazingly tight, and it took me a while to get my cock all the way inside him.
He wrapped his legs around my waist, taking hold of his dick and jerking himself off as I fucked him slowly. He tilted his ass up to me, trying to get the right angle, moaning loudly to let me know when I'd found it. It didn't take long for him to get close, and I fucked him harder, just barely holding back until he came. I kissed his cheek and whispered softly in his ear, "I love you."
I started to pull out because sometimes Drew didn't like to keep being fucked after he'd come, but he said, "No, I want to feel you come inside me." Hearing that really did it for me and I lifted his legs up again, looking down and watching as I fucked him hard and fast, making him cry out with every thrust. I buried myself balls deep inside him as I came and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down to kiss my face gently.
"You seem different," he said softly when I'd recovered a little.
"What? It's just been a while, that's all." I rolled off him and he shifted a little so we could lie side by side, his arm around me.
"No, I don't mean that. You've been like this for a few days now. You just seem, I don't know, relieved or something. Happy." He kissed my forehead softly.
"I am," I said, and I turned to smile at him. "Happy, that is."
"Did you figure out that problem you had? With the old friend who was in trouble?" Drew asked, and I wondered if he would make the connection, knowing that I'd just seen Sid in Pittsburgh a few days before. There was nothing in his expression to indicate one way or the other.
"Sort of. But it's something I don't have to worry about anymore." Sid and I would always have our past together, but now it would stay where it belonged, and it wouldn't meddle with our present anymore.
"That's good. It's nice to have you back--all of you." He smiled, and I was pretty sure he wasn't trying to make some kind of dirty comment.
"Thank you for being so understanding," I said, kissing his cheek. "I know I was weird for a while there."
"If I didn't know you so well, I would have thought you were cheating on me," he said casually.
"What?" I asked, alarmed.
"You got weird when we were kissing, or about to have sex." He saw my expression and chuckled. "Don't look so worried, the only reason I would have thought that was because of my own issues. I know you wouldn't hurt me like that."
I thought about how close I'd been to giving in to Sid, to his emptiness and his need, and I was so thankful that I had made the right decision; even if I'd slept with Sid and then lied to Drew about it, things would have been different, and it would eventually have ruined our relationship. Thinking about it that way made things so clear for me, but in that moment, drunk and with Sid right in front of me, it had been hard to say no, especially because I'd always said yes before.
But then I kissed Drew, and I felt so connected to him, like I was more comfortable with him than I was by myself, and I thought about how much I loved him, and how loved he made me feel. I knew we'd just had sex and that was at least partly responsible for those feelings, but being with him had changed me on some fundamental level. And maybe I hadn't been close to sleeping with Sid at all, because that part of me that belonged with Drew wouldn't have let it happen.
"I love you," I said, stroking his hair gently and looking into his eyes.
"Love you too, babyface," he said grinning, and tried to evade my punch but failed, getting it in the ribs.
"We're having a nice moment here and you have to go ruin it," I complained, trying to punch him again, but he'd hopped off the bed and was out of range.
"I ruined it?" He looked outraged. "I think you ruined it with your fists of fury."
"Oh my God, you're such a fucking pussy, I barely touched you!" I got up off the bed and advanced towards him slowly. "What are you going to call me next? Sweetheart?"
"Well, if you're going to keep beating the shit out of me, I guess not," he said nervously, backing into a wall.
"Don't call me any of those things," I said, placing my palms on the wall beside his shoulders and moving close to him so our chests were almost touching. "I like the way you say my name."
"Jack?" He kissed me lightly. "JJ?"
"Yeah," I mumbled, wrapping my arms around him as he smiled at me.
"Do you want to go get lunch?" he asked seemingly out of nowhere, although that was pretty normal for him.
"Uhh, we're in Columbus." I made a face.
"Room service?" he suggested, going over to the desk to look for a menu.
"Room service," I agreed, going over to my bag to get a pair of shorts to put on.
"I'm getting a steak," he said, handing me the menu, but I shook my head; I'd already made up my mind about what I wanted.
"Can you order me one too?" I asked, sitting down on my bed.
"Steak? Really? No grilled chicken breast with whole wheat pasta?" He laughed, and I thought about how much I loved the way he looked when he did that.
"Yeah, I definitely want a steak right now." I smiled back at him and he picked up the phone to call room service.
We had another week to go on our road trip - another week of flying and hotels and late nights and back to backs - and all the games we'd played were catching up to us, and we were in Columbus, but just looking at Drew in that moment made me feel so happy and re-energized, like I could have stayed on the road for another month.
I would definitely be trading rooms more often in the future.
"Jack?" Drew came over to sit by me, holding my hand. "I'm going to say something to you, and you have to promise not to hit me."
"But I don't know what you're going to say." I peered suspiciously at him.
"Promise!" He frowned, squeezing my hand.
"Fine, fine, I promise. What is it?" I bit my lip, reminding myself that I wasn't supposed to hit him, no matter what he said.
"You have really pretty eyes." Despite my promise he tensed, like he was preparing to spring out of the way.
I opened my mouth, but I couldn't come up with anything to say, so I just kissed him instead. I wrapped my arms around him and I could feel his body shaking with laughter a little. I started laughing as well, and I felt grateful and lucky for having him, for all the good times we'd had together, and for all the good times that I knew would come.