Title: Chocolate (1/1)
Author: Foxy Finn
Rating: NC-17
Archive: You want it, ask for it.
Category: Sports, NHL, Edmonton Oilers, Comrie/York
Feedback: Please…please…I’m dying…
Summary: Losing a playoff spot=Depression. Depression=Chocolate (SLASH)
Warnings: If you don't have an open mind, keep your mouth shut. Cheap smut ahead. Beware.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I had to write this, to cure my own depression. Just the image of a chocolate covered Comrie makes me forget that they're out of the playoffs. I'll get back to work on my real story soon. I promise...

Mike York’s eyes were open, but they were starring blankly at the edge of the bed.

"Hey." Comrie sat up and waited for York’s response.

York didn’t move and just mumbled something.

Mike cleared his throat and ran his hand threw York’s hair and sighed. "You sick, love?"

"No." York’s reply was strong. He didn’t move to look at his bed partner, still laying on his side starring at the rustled covers at the edge of the bed.

Comrie, his fingers toying with the longer strands of York’s hair, tried to gauge his reply. There had been a flu going around the locker room, so maybe he was sick. It wasn’t like Mike to be quiet and unresponsive. After a loss, it was usually York that cheered him up. Was that it?

"You okay?" He prompted again.

York rolled off his shoulder and onto his stomach. Folding his arms under his chin, Mike looked up with pained eyes. "We weren’t supposed to lose."

Wincing, Comrie couldn’t believe he had been right. "Maybe we were."

"No," York shook his head, "I was supposed to come here and score more than one damned goal and help us into the playoffs. You traded two guys for me, and all you got was one damned goal and ninth place. I don’t think that was a fair deal."

Comrie felt the self-disgust rolling off his lover crash into him like a tidal wave. He did his best to give Mike a strong look. "It wasn’t your fault."

His bottom lip quivering, York gave his head another fervent shake. "I think it was."

"Then you should change how you think." He said lightly. He traced York’s cheekbone down towards his mouth.

York looked at him, staring blankly.

Comrie himself felt down by the loss, and hated seeing the depression pouring off his lover about the same thing. He needed an idea that would cheer them both up. They still had one game left, which hardly mattered now, so he needed something to keep them both going so they could get to the airport on time. Watching York’s sad brown eyes gave him an epiphany that made him smile.

Sliding down to give York a quick kiss, Mike rolled off the bed. He peered over York as he straightened his boxers. "Stay there."

"Whatever." York slumped his head down onto the mattress and let his mind drift. He felt like never leaving the bed again. He just wanted to lay there and drift.

The only thing that had gone right in his life since the trade had been Mike, and he was starting to doubt he deserved that. God, he rolled his eyes at himself. He was depressing.

He heard Mike come back into the room.

"Close your eyes." He announced.

Rolling onto his back, York kept his eyes shut.

Mike climbed onto the bed, next to York, and chuckled to himself. "Open your mouth."

"These are pretty dirty demands, you know." York managed to say, but he obliged.

He felt Mike’s hand pass over his chin, and his fingers trace his lips. One dipped into his mouth, covered in a sweet smelling liquid. The taste made York’s eyes open to meet Mike’s. Mike took his hand away, licking the last of the syrup off his fingers.

"Chocolate sauce?" York licked his lips, smirking.

"Mmm hmm." Proudly, Mike held up a bottle of chocolate syrup. He turned up the bottle, and poured more of it in his hand. "Want some?"

York moved to take the bottle, but Comrie stopped him. Instead, he put out his hand and pressed it against York’s chest. Running his fingers, covered in chocolate, across York’s chest, Mike grinned brightly. Still watching York’s face, Mike took his hand away and ran his tongue, greedily, over the dripping chocolate.

"You’d better clean that up." York pointed at his chocolate covered skin.

Mike set the bottle aside and smiled. "You look so appetizing." Stretching out next to York, Mike licked a small bit off and grinned again. "And you taste just as good."

York didn’t have a chance to answer as Mike ran his tongue across his chest, sending a shiver down York’s back and straight to his groin. Between kisses and licks, Comrie found one of York’s nipples and wrapped his mouth around it. His hot breath ghosted along York’s skin as he swirled his tongue over the hardening nub.

Comrie’s mouth moved down York’s stomach, sucking at the well muscled flesh. York’s skin bristled and he held a moan low in his throat as Comrie’s tongue dipped into his navel. His knotted his hands in Comrie’s hair as he placed a kiss at the elastic edge of York’s boxers.

He stopped the kisses, and toyed with the material. York let out a disappointed whimper.

"You want something, love?" Comrie teased, running his hand over Mike’s hardness through the material. "Maybe I want something."

"What?" York watched as Mike continued to play with the tinted elastic around his waist.

"Well," Comrie looked up with lustful eyes, "I licked off all the chocolate, and now I want the cream filling."

York laughed loudly at the cheap line. The laugh quickly turned into a low murmur as Mike’s hands trailed below the waistline, pulling the fabric down with them, freeing his cock. York moaned as Mike’s tongue ran up his length. He lazily ran his tongue over the tip, and teasingly looked up at York’s desperate look.

"You’re a tease." York managed to choke out.

Mike smirked, then finally took York into his mouth. York arched his back, but Mike’s strong hands pushed his hips down back to the bed. York’s panted moans quickened as he neared release.

Letting out a resounding shout, York spilled into Mike’s mouth. He limply fell back onto the bed, blissed out and boneless.

After regaining some consciousness, York felt Mike leave a parting kiss as he pulled up his boxers and lay out next to him. Batting his eyes, Comrie kissed York on the edge of his mouth.

"Feeling better?" He asked.

York inhaled happily, then chuckled. "This was a bad idea."

Comrie licked a bit of chocolate left on the tip of York’s nose, and grinned. "No, all my ideas are good."

"Hmm…" York found the abandoned syrup bottle and drizzled the chocolate over Mike’s back. Mike glared at him as the chocolate dripped over his shoulder. "Now it’s my turn, though."

"You think so?" Comrie kissed York at the challenge. "I’m just here to please."

Rolling Comrie onto his back, York straddled his waist and grinned. "You’re going to have sticky sheets."

Comrie folded his hands behind his head and scoffed. "Not the first time."

York kissed him again. "And not the last."

~End