Author: Hockey-Slasher19
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Don't own the Wings, or anything else in this story. HA HA!
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�God freaking damn it.�
Mumbled, angry words, a slender hand reaches up to scrub tear stained cheeks, red rimmed eyes are cast downward. �I hate you Ken.� The voice is shaking. Mathieu Dandenault is curled up on the floor, his head against his knees. He is currently sitting in his hotel room, trembling because his heart is broken.
�Ken, you bastard.�
Now the voice isn�t trembling but angry. He clenches his fist, knuckles turning white, raising his pain filled gaze to the clock. The time, five o clock PM. And it�s official. Sean Avery has been traded to Los Angeles along with Maxium Kuznetsov. There is a jab of pain in his chest and the phone rings, making him jump. The tan phone is sitting on a wooden table, the beige lamp next to it, the lampshade casting a shadow over the loud object. Mathieu stands, reaching for the phone.
�Hello?�
He is fighting to keep his voice steady, his mind clear, but then the voice comes through the phone. The voice, HIS voice. �Dandy?� He can hear the voice on the other end is shaking, and the voice is strangely distant. �Sean?� There is a small pause. �I�m on the plane to LA.� Dandy lets out a shuddering sigh and nods to himself. �I know.� More silence, but there is a sort of speaking going on in between the silence. They are having a conversation with the silence.
Why did this happen to us?
I don�t know.
I�m so sorry.
Me too.
Do you think I�ll ever come back?
I hope to god so.
I�ll think of you every single day.
Same here.
I love you.
I love you too.
�I�ll come back to visit when I can.� Sean stammers. Dandy�s heart thuds in his chest, a loud echoing of drums in his ears. �I love you. I know, I never said it when you were here. I do.� The words were rushed, a confession of someone who has waited forever to get the said confession off their chest. Suddenly the tears are apparent in Sean�s voice, wavering, hurt. �I love you too.� Dandy closes his eyes, trying to keep from falling to the floor and dying right there, sinking from his personal hell. �I�ll see you over the summer.� Dandy nods mutely. �Yeah. I�ll come to visit you.� �I love you.� �Love you too.� The phone is placed back on its cradle, a soft click, which makes the young man�s heart tremble, and he throws himself onto the bed. His eyes are dry now. He simply feels hollow and empty ache in his chest, like a pit, or an endless angry void, and his body feels strangely numb.
~Later that night~
He is still laying on the bed. Perhaps he is in shock. He really doesn�t care. He misses Sean, his laugh, his touch, the jokes he made about Brett, the way he�d grin when he was about to say something incredibly lame� He hurts. Then there is a knock on the oak door, it sounds hollow in the room. He doesn�t reply. His roommate was Boyd, but the other man had opted out for the night, choosing to �visit� with Jiri. Their curfew is three am. He knows Devi will be back by then, the other man always is. Stumbling into the room, his clothes askew, his hair mussed, looking all the role of the town drunk, but the only thing he is drunk on is the aftershock of sex with Jiri. The knock repeats, louder this time. Slowly, he rolls onto his side and glances at the digital clock. Ten o clock. Theres another knock on the door. �Matt! Let me in or I�ll go disturb Boyd and Jiri to get Boyd�s key!� Dandy recognizes Darren�s voice instantly and uses all his energy to get up and go to the door. He feels drained, like a vampire has entered his room while he lay there in mourning, and drained him of his blood. He opens the door and Darren pushes his way in. �Where were you? You didn�t come to dinner.� Mathieu keeps his head down, somehow feeling ashamed, but knowing he had every right to skip the post game dinner, He does not answer the older man. Darren closes the door and pushes Dandy into the room more, towards the bed. �Come on Mathieu, tell me what�s going on.� Mathieu remains silent, his eyes are dry. He has a horrible feeling of nothingness, a numb cold has spread throughout his body and he wants to cry, but he feels empty.
Darren places a hand on his shoulder and sits down next to him. �Matt. Look�. We all, that is, Sean�. We all loved him. It�s not like he�s dead. We can still get in touch with him.� Mathieu makes no reply, but Darren�s words do ring true. It isn�t like Sean died. He could still pick up the phone and dial his number if he felt the urge� Finally he looks Darren in the eyes. Grey meeting brown. �I love him.� Darren smiles at him. A heart melting, and yet somehow aggravating smile. �Yeah, well, he�s still within reach.� Mathieu thinks about it, his dark eyes two pools of intense thought. �Yeah� I guess he is.� Darren gets down on his knees in front of Dandy, one hand on each of the other man�s thighs. �Matt. I promise he�ll be back. Iggy left and came back. It happens.� Mathieu looks a little more reassured. �Mmmm.� Darren looks at Dandy�s thighs, which are clad in black, really tight jeans. Darren subconsciously licks his lower lip. Mathieu has a nice figure, and his thighs are warm, inviting. Darren smiles, moving his hand further up the younger man�s leg and Dandy squirms under the touch. �Dare?� Darren smiles at him sympathetically. �I�m gonna miss Sean too.� Dandy nods, suddenly grasping what Darren is doing. He smiles a little. *Nothing can make you feel better than Darren McCarty.* He looks into Darren�s eyes and again, there is a silent conversation.
I want you.
I don�t know�.
Come on, you�ll feel better.
Hm� that is true.
So�.
Alright.
Then Darren leans in, capturing Mathieu�s soft lips with his own. They kiss silently, not moving, just feeling the electricity flow through them, then Mathieu reaches up, framing Darren�s face with his hands, and deepens the kiss. Without realizing he�s doing it, the younger man is also spreading his legs, in front of which Darren is kneeling. Darren slides between the other man�s legs, his own arms moving to wrap around the thin man�s shoulders. Dandy feels his heartbeat increase and Darren breaks the kiss to lean over, nibbling on the hair haired man�s earlobe. Mathieu gasps, a wave of pleasure rocketing through him at the contact. Mathieu realizes that now he�s leaned foreward, gripping Darren�s shoulders, and he pulls the other man on to him. Darren laughs lightly looking down at the younger man and grinning. Mathieu drinks in the sight of Darren poised above him. His sparkling grey eyes, curly dark hair, missing tooth�. Then Darren kisses him, and he closes his eyes.
Darren kisses along his neck, a trail of butterfly kisses, each one makes his skin jump. �Ah� ah�� Darren�s hands roam over his clothed chest, snagging slightly on the soft silken material. The next thing Dandy knows, his shirt is gone. Darren�s lips make a trail down his chest, and his fingers are now clenching the bed in an unconscious pattern. �Darren� so good.� He has pushed his thoughts of Sean into the back of his mind, locked them into a small box. To be kept safe until this adventure is done. Darren smiles, his shirt is missing as well Dandy observes, his eyes half closed in hazy pleasure. �Matt, you have any lube?� Mathieu nods slowly, trying to shake himself out of his pleasure induced state. �Yeah� theres lotion in the bathroom�� Darren stands, going into the bathroom and the harsh light from the bathroom splashes into the hallway. Darren returns, squeezing some of the creamy blue lotion into the palm of his hand and watching as Dandy fumbled to get his pants off. Finally Darren leaned infront of the younger man, and began to prepare them both.
Mathieu cries out quietly, biting down on his lip to silence himself. Darren frowns. He liked to hear his boys cry out the pleasure he was inflicting on them. He slides into Mathieu slowly, and the younger man arches up, biting Darren�s shoulder to keep from being loud, and Darren lets him adjust to the feeling of having him inside him. Then he begins to move, slowly. Dandy falls back, gasping the older man�s name. �Oh� oh god! Dare!� Darren lets out a deep shuddering breath, pleasure washing through him in a huge wave. �Mmm Dandy.� He moans softly. He continues to move in and out of the other man, gasping. Mathieu leans up, licking Darren�s collarbone. That action sends a bolt through Darren�s frame and he quickens his movements. �Dar�OH GOD!!!� Mathieu cries, arching up as he reaches his edge. Darren continues to move, crying out when he climaxes.
Darren moves slowly, gracefully pulling away from Dandy and laying down next to him on the bed, curling up against him. Mathieu curls up against him, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of Darren. They lay there for several moments, heart rates slowing down to a steady beat, legs and limbs entangled. Then Mathieu turns a dreamy gaze to the clock�
--and pushes Darren out of the bed.
�Merde!! It�s two forty five, not only is Boyd going to be back any minute, but they�re gonna do room check at three!� He lets out a few more choice curses in French and Dare laughs, getting dressed quickly. He leans over, kissing Mathieu briefly, and receives a smile in return. �Thank you Darren. You�re a great guy.� Darren smiles, touching Mathieu�s cheek briefly then fleeing the room. �See you tomorrow.� Mathieu nods and winks at Dare. �See you.� Then the door closes and Mathieu is left alone, with his thoughts of Sean.
He would call Sean in the morning. See how his flight was�
He missed him already.
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