Title: Collapsed in Love Chapter 3: Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing
Author: Foxy Finn ([email protected])
Rating: NC-17 for...SEX
Archive: @ my site http://www.geocities.com/foxy_finn44/index2.html
Category: Sports, RPS, NHL, Edmonton Oilers, Comrie/York
Feedback: That or your first born.
Summary: Comrie wakes up in a strange bed. Just how'd he get there?
Author's Note: I own nothing. Actually, I have a Steve Yzerman poster with the lips worn off. I blame my roomate. Christmas is fun. I might actually finish a few more parts of this.

You ever love someone so much you thought your little heart was gonna break in two?
I didn't think so.
You ever tried with all your heart and soul to get you lover back to you?
I wanna hope so.
You ever pray with all your heart and soul just to watch him walk away?
Baby did a bad bad thing, baby did a bad bad thing.
Baby did a bad bad thing, feel like crying, feel like crying.
You ever toss and turn your lying awake and thinking about the one you love?
I don't think so.
You ever close your eyes your making believe your holding the one your dreaming of?
Well if you say so.
I hurts so bad when you finally know just how low, low, low, low, low, he'll go.

Chris Isaak
Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing

I woke up in a strange bed, feeling like shit. Hell. Damn. Fuck. I don�t know enough swears to describe this feeling. My eyes were heavy, but I forced them to open so I could look around the room. Why the hell was I at Eric�s? This was his spare bedroom. I was going to move to find out what was going on; I ended up collapsing back against my pillow. My head was still spinning and I couldn�t stop my stomach from doing a back-flip.

"Fuck me." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

"Really? Can I?" Eric�s sarcastic voice came from the doorway. He walked inside once I noticed, and glared, at him. He set a glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol on the bedside table, before moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

He smirked at me, so I tried to swat at him. His smirk grew into a smile.

I still narrowed my eyes at him. "What the hell am I doing here?"

"You were sleeping. Now, you�re just being angry." He put his hand on my blanket-covered leg. I didn�t try to kick him, but I wanted to.

"I�m more than angry. I�m confused." I sat up, grabbing the water. "Why am I here? Why am I not at home?"

"Because�" He laid down, across my feet, "you�re boyfriend did not want to come and get you last night. And you were too busy being drunk and offering me propositions of sex to get yourself home."

I winced, not only at my head but also from what he�d said. "Eric, I�m sorry I did that. I didn�t mean to put you in that position."

"I told you, there were no positions. We didn�t do anything." His eyes hardened, and he wasn�t joking when he spoke again. "I don�t like what you�re doing to me, Mike. You�re fucking around with me just to piss of York. I don�t need to be your pawn, and you know that."

I nodded, feeling guilty. "I�m sorry, but�" I trailed off. I looked at him, and he just shook his head.

He sat up, sighing. "Mike, work out whatever you guys are fighting about." I pursed my lips, letting my eyes drift down to the glass of water I was holding. "Why didn�t you have sex with me last night? I�m pretty sure that�s what I came here for. At least, I think that�s how I remember it."

He was looking at my leg again, smoothing the sheets with his hand. "Because that would be taking advantage of you. I�d never do that to you; I�m not Doug Weight. It would also be giving you an easy way out."

I swallowed some Tylenol before giving him a questioning look.

"Do you think Mike would end things with you if you cheated? Especially with me?" He asked. His eyes were focused on me, making me squirm a little.

"I�I don�t know." I answered, meekly. I set the water aside, frowning at my hands.

Eric stood. I thought he was going to leave, so I panicked when I looked at him, until he made a motion with his hand to scoot over. I complied, and he sat next to me along the headboard.

"You do know, Mike. Don�t lie to me." Eric said.

I cringed at the thought. Somehow, I finally made my mouth move. "I don�t think he would. He�s always been so understanding with me. Well, until now. My dad never really bothered him before, so I don�t see why it�s happening now..."

Eric leaned forward, making me look at him, and forcing me back on track. "Would you leave him if he ever fooled around?"

I blinked. What would I do? "Maybe it would depend on with who."

"With me."

I laughed. "Eric, that would never happen."

He smirked again. "Hey, stranger things have happened. Truthfully, what would you do?"

I groaned. "I don�t know�" I looked at Eric, searching his face for answers.

He smirked again, out of complete amusement. "Wow, you do do that."

"Do what?" I asked.

Eric�s smile grew. "You let other people run your life."

Mike has told me that before. I still didn�t want to believe it. "What?"

"Oh come on, Mike. Why do you think York gives you all those choices. Remember? Him or me. And with that whole amnesia thing; you�re old life or that new one. You practically let your dad choose which college you were going to." He paused to shake his head in disgust. "Christ, you do let others run your life."

I shook my head. "I do not, Eric."

"Do so." He rolled his eyes.

"Do not." I shoved him.

He shoved me back. "Yeah, you do."

I went to push him again, but he countered me by grabbing my arms. Sitting up to his knees, he held my arms. I tried to get out of his grip, but couldn�t. I didn�t expect him to start tickling me. He held me down with one arm and wouldn�t let me go.

I thrashed around, trying to remember how I used to get out of these situations. He was always so much stronger and bigger than I was. He could be so threatening at one moment, and so passive and playful the next. He smiled, evilly, as I kept trying to get him to stop.

I yelled at him to quit it. I was sure I was going to throw-up if he didn�t. I wound up underneath him, with him straddling my waist. I still couldn�t get up when he took his hands away. My breathing had quickened; his chest was rising and following faster too.

"If I do let people run my life, how do I get them to stop, then?" I gibed, half-heartedly. I looked at him with raised eyebrows and a half grin.

He smirked. "You tell your dad to piss off, you tell York to quit being such a dip shit, and you quit letting me win the wrestling matches."

I nodded. "I think I can manage two of those things."

He rolled over so he was lying next to me. He grinned. "You were always a crappy wrestler."

"You always cheated." I shot back.

Our faces were nearly touching, and my stomach knotted with tension. The smiles were suddenly gone as we finally looked at each other. Why was I still here? Why don�t I feel guilty for leaving Mike alone, and having to come fetch me whenever I stray? Eric opened his mouth, his warm breath touching my face. My hand was shaking when I brought it up to touch his face. He looked from my hand, back to me. He licked his lips, looking at me with a mix of turmoil and hope.

"Do you know what you�re doing right now?" He asked.

"Putting you in an uncomfortable position?" I trailed my fingers across his face, tracing his lips.

Half his mouth quirked into a smile, before he swallowed. "Last night, you told me you loved me."

A hazy echo of words -- that I probably didn�t mean -- bumped their way into my conscious. I nodded, silently.

Eric�s hand came up, resting on the back of my neck. "I wanted to believe that, Mike, but I know it�s not true."

I was quiet again. Right now, I wanted to be at home apologizing to Mike. I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. Or did I want what was here? Was this meant to happen?

That got pushed to the back of my mind when Eric kissed me. His mouth met mine in the strongest kiss I�ve felt in a while. I returned it, shoving my tongue in his mouth without regret. He tasted just like I remembered. Our mouths broke, and he traced kisses down my neck. He grabbed my shirt, and peeled it off me. I met his eyes as the fabric was pulled off my face. We were both hard, his dick pressing against my hip.

"Eric, I want you right now. And not just to piss of Mike." I whispered.

He smirked, putting a kiss on my cheek.

I took hold of his shirt, returning the favor. I ended up on top of him, kissing my way down his collarbone. He moaned, grabbing at the button of my jeans.

"This would�ve been easier if you took my pants off last night." I smiled.

He shrugged. "At least now I know you�re sober."

My breath shook as his hands undid the button. I kissed him, moaning into his mouth as he slid my pants down my hips. He chuckled as I sat up to pull them off completely. He was only wearing a pair of pajama pants. His long legs made each inch of that material worth it.

I was out of my pants, and he was on top of me again. Warm hands slid down my boxers, touching my hips. I haven�t been with anyone other than Mike in such a long time. Eric�s hands were broader, and his touches were stronger. I closed my eyes and shuddered as his hands roamed around to grab at my ass.

He pulled me closer, pressing our hips together. His hands slipped out of my shorts, traveling up my back and back down to rest on my sides.

"Do you really want this?" His whispered in my ear. "I have to know."

I looked down at him, putting my forehead against his. This wasn�t being fair to anyone. But I was here, and we were half naked and tangled together. I made a decision I�d probably regret later when I put my lips close to Eric�s ear.

I kissed the spot where his jaw meets his ear. "Eric," I turned and whispered, "I want you in me, now."

I�d been trailing my hand down the front of his pants, and his cock twitched when the words left my mouth. He kissed me, before shifting off the bed. I heard him rummaging in the bedside table drawer for lube, and let myself drift. I closed my eyes, exhaling. I was letting this happen. It didn�t feel right, but it didn�t feel wrong either. It unfair to come here and expect Eric not to get jealous and feel hurt. This could be my way of making it up to him. I was just repaying him.

Eric was back. He kissed my neck, telling me to turn over. He nuzzled the back of my neck as I rolled onto my side. I kissed him over my shoulder, grabbing onto one of his hands. I took his hand, putting it against the front of my boxers. He�d slipped out of his pants when I wasn�t watching him.

He smirked, taking the hint. Parting our lips, he put his mouth on my shoulder and scraped his teeth against my skin. He slid my boxers down my hips as slow as he could. With every inch, the sensation of his skin touching mine grew. He was making me want this, teasing me and making sure I remembered it. I knew he wanted this more than I did.

Every time I touched him, and every time he touched me, I was still trying to stop my mind from finding a reason to justify this. I was lost in my thoughts, despite his leisurely touches. I gasped, inhaling sharply, when he entered me. He eased himself inside me, and I separated myself from my body. Just like it was with Weight, except this time it was consensual. And it was, I guess. At least Eric thought it was. Pleasure won out with every thrust; it was a losing battle with my conscience.

His breath hitched and he bit down on my shoulder. He reached orgasm, and I came with him. My lingering hangover made the room slightly spin as I felt myself tiring. Eric�s breathing began to slow as he kissed the back of my neck.

"Love you." He whispered.

The words rung in my ears as the world grayed out and I fell asleep.

I woke up sticky and alone. I used to be scared of waking up alone, but it�s been so long since that has happened I�ve lost that phobia. Even when Mike and I have to sleep in separate beds on road trips, we still stare at each other and drive ourselves crazy.

I heard the shower shut off down the hall. I listened to the footsteps from the bathroom as Eric returned from down the hall. He had a towel around his waist, and a small smile on his face. He looked at me, finding my eyes. I managed a smirk as he sat on the bed. He leaned over and kissed me. I sighed as he sat up to look down at me.

"This can�t leave this room, Eric." I said.

His smile faded a little. "I know." He scoffed. "Somehow, I knew that all along."

"Eric, it�s not that I don�t care for you. I just want to make things work with Mike. I need to." I touched his arm. I frowned, suddenly. "If you knew all along, why didn�t you stop?"

He shrugged. "Because I�m stupid. And so are you."

I hope he understands why I let others run my life. I just make stupid decisions that ruin everything.

He touched my face, then stood with a forced look of calm. His eyes betrayed him. I saw the flicker of anger behind them. I remember that look from when he caught Mike and I kissing for the first time. "You�d better shower. We�ve got to get to the airport soon."

"Eric, I still care about you�" I started.

He opened his mouth, but quickly closed it again. He swept his hand threw his wet hair, before looking at me again. "Just get ready to go." He waved his hand with frustration as he turned and left the room.

~End Chapter Three

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