Author:Hockey Slasher19
Disclaimer: DOn't own the wings ha ha.
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Jiri glared at his knee angrily. He hated the limb, he hated it with a burning passion. If it weren�t for the stupid injured thing he would be playing hockey, right now. He would be at the morning practice with the others, skating, joking, having fun. No. Instead, he was sitting here, glaring down at his knee, which was wrapped in white bandages. It wouldn�t be so bad if he had something to do, someone to talk to, some one to cuddle with maybe, but no. All he had was his computer, and he was patiently waiting for SOMEONE to sign on, meaning he probably would end up waiting until the practice was over. He glanced at his watch. So he had twenty minutes. *Wonderful.* He thought with a roll of his eyes. For a while he simply played his PS2, waiting. Finally he heard a digital door opening sound letting him know that someone had signed on. He rolled his computer chair over to the computer and looked at his buddylist. *Grinder18* He smiled. Malts. Yay. He opened an IM window.
JiriBear: Hey Malts! How was practice?
Grinder18: The usual, Dave made us do Sprints, Drapes tried playing goalie.
JiriBear: Ha ha, that�s great. How did he do?
Grinder18:How do you think he did? :-/
JiriBear: Good point.
They chatted for a while, then the computer beeped again, and this time �Speedy33� and �KickinAss25� were both on. He quickly IMed both of them, taking the time to taunt Kris about his lack of goalie skills, and chat with Darren about how his knee was doing. He was smiling, happy that they were all online. He was considering inviting them into a chat when another person signed on, and his heart leapt into his throat. �Apup42� Sean. Sean. His stomach twisted.
God, he had the biggest crush on Sean, and they had become okay friends, nowhere near the close-relationship he secretly wished for, but it was enough to make him happy. Until last week. Before that Dandy and Sean had started looking and acting a little closer than just friends. He had been doubtful, after all, close friends sometimes appeared to be� yeah, but then last week�. His mind wandered back.
Walking into the lockerroom, grinning at Chris as the older man waltz by to talk to Brett. After a moment he walks through the lockerroom into the recreation area. Darren, Kris and Kirk are sitting on the couch, watching something on the huge television, and Bren, Steve, and Sergei are standing in a corner talking quietly. He passes through, getting a wink from Bren as he goes by, then walks into the room with the hot tub. His heart stops beating as his eyes take in the sight before him. Hot water, steam, lips, hands arms, faces, it�s a huge jumble, he doesn�t see it. A blur of colors and shapes mean nothing�then they become clear. Lips, kissing, eyes closed, arms wrapped around shoulders, souls being shared through a kiss.
Mathieu and Sean.
He felt the moment pass again and his heart ached. *damn it* He thought. He really had thought there could be something between Sean and himself, and now it was painfully obvious that wasn�t the case. He hurt. Darren�s window was flashing down in the corner of his toolbar and he turned up his music before clicking on it.
KickinAss25: Hey, ya seem kinda quiet over there. Busy?
Jiri hesitated. What could he tell Darren? Well, the truth was always good he supposed. He took a deep breath.
JiriBear: No, I�m just feeling a little down, you know.
KickinAss25: Down? As in sad.
JiriBear: Yeah, sad. I wanted to be at the rink with you guys today, and I couldn�t because of my freaking knee, among other things
KickinAss25:Yeah, that really sucks man.
JiriBear: You�re telling me? To top it off I'm having realtionship problems ?
There was a few moments of silence, so Jiri IMed a couple more guys who signed on, �LuckyLuc20� �CaptWingY� and one of Darren�s friends �flodge01�, then Darren�s window flashed, signaling him.
KickinAss25:Do you want me to come over and hang out with you? I'm bored and could use some company.
Jiri considered this. Darren was a really cool guy, and always made him feel right at home on the team. And had always been�.well, awesome, he could cheer him up in a matter of moments with his good natured joking and friendly disposition. Finally he replied.
JiriBear: Well sure, I have nothing better to do.
KickinAss25: Gee, don�t I feel wanted.
JiriBear: LOL, trust me you are. You gonna come over then?
KickinAss25: Yeah, I�ll be over in twenty minutes or so.
JiriBear: Great see you then.
Jiri continued to talk to various people online, (except Sean) and tried to keep his mind off his regret. He managed to get into a long debate with �SuperGoalie� (Manny) over regulation padding, (But Manny seemed down and wasn�t really talking much) and pester �LoverBoy� (Shanny). He also talked to �flodge01� about how the season was going, waiting for Darren to show up.
There was the knock on the door; he told everyone he would talk to them later, signed off, and lifted himself onto his crutches. He opened the door and Darren entered, grinning at him. At first Jiri just stood there and blinked. Darren was so�. Hot.
The older man was wearing a meshy black shirt, that was TIGHT, clinging to every curve of Darren�s well-toned chest, and showing off his strong biceps. He was also wearing black jeans, which were ridiculously tight, looking like leather. Darren was wearing a hat, and various curls had escaped from it�s grasp. The dark-haired man smiled, his pale blue/grey eyes glinting at Jiri. �Are you just going to stand there, or will you be so kind as to let me in?� Jiri adjusted himself and took a step back, allowing Darren to enter.
The Canadian sat down on Jiri�s couch. Pulling his knees under him and relaxing against the armrest. Jiri moved slowly to the couch, taking a seat next to Darren, and he blinked. The older man smelled of roses. Not strongly, but enough to catch Jiri�s attention. He settled back and Darren turned to him. �Play ya in NFL2002.� He challenged, his eyes lighting up. Jiri nodded. �You are on.�
They sat and played the game for about a half an hour, and Darren beat him 30-2. He put down the remote. �I quit!� Darren laughed. �It�s not my fault you suck!� Jiri mock glared at him. �I suck?� Darren had inspiration. �Yeah, that�s what I hear.� Jiri crossed his arms over his chest. �Who do you hear that from?� Darren licked his lower lip, loving where this was going. �I don�t know, who do you think I�ve heard it from?� Jiri shrugged. �I don�t know, why don�t you tell me where you�ve heard it from?� Darren took the chance. �I�ve got a better idea, why don�t I find out for myself?� Jiri�s eyes widened.
Was Darren proposing what he thought��.? He wasn�t sure, until he felt a warm hand grip his thigh firmly and slide upward. He shivered and immediately gave in. �Yes. I think you should find out yourself.� He whispered, before moving in and pressing his lips to Darren�s.
As they kissed, Jiri thought about Sean. The sight of the other man kissing Mathieu made his chest ache, but now Darren was here, to make him feel better. Darren slid his tongue into Jiri�s mouth, exploring. Jiri arched up and allowed his fingers to roam through Darren�s hair, pushing the hat off the curls and making it fall to the floor. Darren moved swiftly, clambering over Jiri and straddling his lap easily. Jiri looked up into the grey blue eyes with a lusty smile. All his thoughts of Sean completely fled. Darren leaned in, his lips brushing along Jiri�s jawline to his ear. Hot breath against his flushed skin, Jiri�s mind was also gone from his knee, which seemed to be completely numb in comparison to the pleasure Darren was sending through his body in waves. His loose jeans were tenting already, he had forgotten how long it had been since he had last been laid, and suddenly he felt very desperate. Darren�s strong hands were on his shoulders, and he arched up, needing and wanting contact with the older man. His head was swimming, and everything seemed foggy, it was only Darren and himself in the entire world.
Darren�s warm fingers were making trails down his chest through his shirt and he whimpered, each touch against his skin made him ache for more. Darren was smiling. Jiri was obviously in need, moaning and writhing beneath him, and Darren could never turn down someone in need.
He slid off of Jiri slowly, allowing his hand to brush the younger man�s clothed member, then he lay Jiri back on the couch, spreading his legs and sliding between them. Jiri looked up at him, eyes sleepy, and needing more, and Darren positioned himself, leaning in and kissing Jiri as he began to rub their lower bodies together.
Jiri gasped into the kiss and gripped Darren�s shoulders, bucking his hips at the heat and friction Darren was causing between them. Darren licked his lower lip, quickening the pace as he felt small waves of pleasure wash over him. Jiri spread his legs a little more, moving against Darren too, his head thrown back and small sounds of need coming from him. Darren leaned in, licking along his neck slowly and Jiri moaned out the older man�s name, his heart was thudding harshly in his chest and the heat between the two of them was mounting. Jiri�s pants weren�t as tight as Darren�s, but the friction was pushing him over the edge, finally he cried out. Darren�s hips bucked and he gasped as he was pushed over the edge as well.
For several moments they lay there, letting the waves of contentment wash off them, and slowly Darren sat up, a little dizzy. Jiri sighed softly, feeling utterly satisfied and complete, and sat up slowly, kissing Darren again. Darren smiled and ran his fingers through Jiri�s hair before standing up.
�I should go.� *I�ve got a certain short goalie to visit*
Jiri nodded, smile still playing on his lips.
�Okay Dare. Thanks. I feel a lot better.� Darren leaned in and kissed him again, running one finger along his lips as he pulled away.
�See you around.�
And Darren was gone. Jiri pulled himself into a sitting position before getting up, and hobbling to his room to get changed. When he finished that he returned to his computer, signing back on. He IMed most of the guys he had been talking to before.
SuperGoalie: Where�d you disappear off to?
JiriBear: Oh, Darren just came over.
SuperGoalie: oooooooooh ;-)
Jiri smiled.
Da end!