Title: I Can't Resist
Author: Foxy Finn
Rating: PG-13
Archive: You want it, ask for it.
Category: Sports, NHL, Edmonton Oilers, Comrie/York
Feedback: Please…please…I’m dying…
Summary: Mike York locks his keys in his rental car. Mike Comrie offers his a ride home. (!!SLASH!!) My first fic,read&review!
Warnings: If you don't have an open mind, keep your mouth shut.
Disclaimer: Talent borrows. Genius Steals. My very first fic. Woopie...

Lost In A Kiss (Brett Beavers/Steve Bogard)
What am I doin' here starin' at you through these empty eyes
When I disappear, how did I lose this piece of time
I remember your lips pressed against mine
All of the sudden I was lost...
Lost in a kiss
I could feel my mind drift
Off the edge of forever
My heart slips away
To a beautiful place
That I can't resist
Oh, I was lost in a kiss
Whatever you've done to me, is nothin' like I've ever felt before
Right now I can barely breathe
You're everything I'm livin' for
Did you just say something, baby I'm sorry
There for a moment I was lost...
Lost in a kiss
I could feel my mind drift
Off the edge of forever
My heart slips away
To a beautiful place
That I can't resist
Oh, I was lost in a kiss
There's so many places yet to discover
Open your arms and let's get lost...
Lost in a kiss I could feel my mind drift
Off the edge of forever
My heart slips away
To a beautiful place
That I can't resist
Oh, I was lost in a kiss
I wanna get lost in your kiss

Mike York angrily jostled the handle of his rental car. He kicked at the door, and cursed his stupidity. He’d locked the keys inside the small red Chevrolet, and now he was stuck outside Skyreach Center in the middle of an Edmonton spring. An Edmonton spring, of course, consisted of bitter cold and lightly falling snow.

He leaned against his car, and repeatedly banged his head against the roof. His cell phone was in there too.

So much for the good start of today. He’d scored his first goal for his new club, and earned a decent amount of ice time. York was finally getting into his niche, and feeling comfortable. Then, when he was leaving the game, he realized the keys were locked in his car.

He looked around the players parking lot. Everyone was gone, apparently. Cursing to himself, he started for the door to call a cab. As he opened the door, he nearly ran smack into Mike Comrie. The center smiled at him, and gestured towards his car.

"Car troubles?" Comrie asked.

York breathed a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t have to use an Edmontonian cab. "Yeah. I sort of locked the keys in there."

Comrie laughed. "But you scored a goal tonight, so that makes up for it. You need a ride?"

"Please?" York asked, desperately. He narrowed his eyes at Comrie. "Why are you here so late?"

Mike blushed. "Had some interviews to do. I’m becoming the front man of this team, and not by choice."

"You’ve got a face the camera loves." York smirked, deepening Comrie’s blush. "Where’s your car?"

Comrie dipped his head towards a silver sports car across the parking lot. "Over there. Where are you staying? A hotel?"

Shrugging, York followed Comrie towards his car. "For now. It’s hard to get a place here, but not as hard as it was in New York. I bet they’ve got Tom Poti sleeping in a box outside the arena."

Grinning, Mike disarmed the alarm on his car. "Probably."

Comrie unlocked and opened the door and started the engine. York crossed over to the passenger side, and through his stuff in the back next to Comrie’s. They waited as the car warmed before pulling out onto the darkened Edmonton streets.

"How’s your first week here been?" Comrie asked.

York snorted lightly. "I say locking the keys in my car is the least of my worries."

"That bad, huh?" Comrie smirked in sympathy.

His head resting lazily against the headrest, York looked at Comrie with half closed eyes. "You’ve got no idea." York closed his eyes and sighed. "My hotel isn’t far."

"We’ll go there after I show you something. You haven’t been in Edmonton long enough to see everything, and you’ve got to see this." York opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows as Comrie smiled. "It will cheer you up, I promise."

"Niinimaa and Carter already showed me around." York studied the look on his teammate’s face.

"They don’t know this place." Comrie took a brief look at York, his brown eyes sparkling.

York shrugged. "It’s your car."

Grinning, Comrie his focus back to the road.

The streets weren’t as crowded as the streets of New York, Mike observed as Comrie took them further away from his hotel. There were people, but none in the absurd hurry that plagued New York. It was nice here, even though it was cold. Maybe it just felt colder because here, he was alone.

"Do you miss New York?" Comrie’s voice broke his depressing thoughts.

"A bit. It’s really a different place up here." York smoothed his hair, and a strand fell back across his forehead.

"Is different better or worse?" Comrie pulled onto a park off the main street. He parked the car, and gestured for Mike to follow him outside. Tucking his hands in his pockets, York stepped back out into the night air.

Mike paused in his step, waiting for an answer.

"Different is different. Where are we going anyway?" York looked around the park, then gave Comrie a wary gaze. "This isn’t some weird inanition thing, is it? Are you going to cover me in honey and leave me for the polar bears?"

Mike laughed, then grinned brightly. "We don’t have polar bears here. Mountain Lions, we’ve got, but not polar bears. It’s just this way, come on."

Cautiously, York followed. He was afraid of being ambushed by his team mates, but couldn’t spot any other cars or foot prints in the empty park. Mike lead him through a small grove of trees, and into an open spot over looking the North Saskatchewan river. The snow took away the imperfections of the river bank, and spilled onto the frozen water. The river valley gave York the impression that he was standing in the wilderness, and not in the middle of a city. Lights from the city sparkled like the stars above.

York stared up at the sky, "Wow."

"I told you it would cheer you up." Comrie sat down on a large wooden bench that overlooked the valley.

York sat next to him. "The stars are so bright."

Mike smiled at the awed look on his face. "I found this place when I was younger. The city’s gotten bigger, but the view is still the same."

"The stars in New York are always blurry, and never this clear." York’s eyes fixed on the sky. He briefly looked away to give Mike a satisfied smile. "This does cheer me up."

"Always cheered me up when I felt lonely." Comrie turned his face back towards the sky.

Guiltily, York looked down at his cold hands. He rubbed them together as he spoke in a low voice. "How did you know I was lonely?"

"I’ve locked my keys in my car before, and there is no way I looked as depressed as you did when I ran into you outside Skyreach." Turning back to Mike, Comrie noticed Mike’s hands. "Are you cold?"

Mike slowly nodded.

Comrie nudged closer, their knees and shoulders touching. Putting his hands over York’s sent York’s heart fluttering. Mike looked at him with innocent brown eyes, rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand.

"You should buy some gloves. Better?" After York nodded, Mike let go and leaned back against the bench. He put his arms out, resting them along the top of the old park bench.

His breathing finally under control, York didn’t want to lose the heat created in that moment. He rested against the bench, feeling Mike’s hand on his shoulder ghostly.

"Are you still cold?" Comrie asked as York leaned against him.

"Mmm hmm." York nodded.

Mike put his hand on York’s shoulder, pulling his closer. "You Americans have a low cold threshold."

"You Canadians are so warm." York slipped his hand around Cormie’s waist.

His eyes half closed, Mike looked from the hand around his waist to the man next to him. Before York could make another remark, Mike reached out and took York’s face in his hands and kissed him. York poured himself into the kiss as he returned it.

Breaking the kiss, Comrie grinned. "Now would be a good time to ask if you’re seeing anyone."

Mike answered him by climbing onto his waist, and kissing him thoroughly. Pushing his tongue into the younger man’s mouth, York settled onto Comrie’s lap. Comrie’s hands roamed his back, and looped around his neck.

York broke for air, and met Comrie’s heated gaze. "Do you bring all your new teammates here?"

Comrie scoffed. "Yeah, we did the same thing with Anson came here from Boston."

Chuckling, York nuzzled Mike’s neck. "I thought so. I knew I wasn’t special."

"Mmm." Comrie replied as York trailed kisses down the front of his shirt. "Yes you are."

"Are you saying that because I’m kissing you, and sitting in your lap?" Mike stopped the kisses, and grinned brilliantly at the groan Comrie made as he did.

"The reason you stopped had better be because you are asking to stay at my place." Comrie whispered in York’s ear. He placed a kiss along Mike’s jawbone as Mike moaned low in his throat.

"Maybe it was…" Trailing off York rested his forehead against Comrie’s. "Can I?"

"I wouldn’t want it any other way."

~End