Author: Hockey_slasher19
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't own anything in this story *cries* but you can't sue me HA HA
Dedication: To Steve Yzerman because I want it to be.
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Steve sighed into the phone, a sad empty sigh.
�Alright Bren, I understand.� He did too. He knew Brendan�s wife came first in this case, after all, she WAS carrying his child. �Sorry love.� Brendan said, his voice sincerely regretful.
�But Cathy needs me there� y�know.� Steve hid his second sigh, sounding upbeat.
�Yeah, I just don�t like to forgo my pregame�. Ritual.� He stammered over the word �Ritual� it was more to him than a ritual, it was�he and Brendan, and proving how much they loved eachother. Making him really relax and ready for the game. Brendan let out a chuckle, sending a shiver down Steve�s spine and making him smile a little.
�No, you don�t like to forgo it. After all, as you always say, we didn�t start winning until our ritual began anyway.� Steve managed a smile. He never thought of himself as a superstitious guy, he believed in the simplicity of playing ability, but he couldn�t deny, ever since 1996-97, when he and Brendan had started� �relaxing� together before games� they had been winning, winning astoundingly.
�Yes.� There was a pause, simple and easy, no tension between them, then Brendan was struck with inspiration, his voice lighting up like a Christmas tree and the happiness and relief in it making Steve smile, he loved hearing Brendan sound like that.
�Hey� Go visit Darren before the game.� Steve blinked, his mind doing a turn. Darren? What did Darren have to do with anything? Now he was slightly confused, and his mind went into �Talking to the Press� Mode.
�Come again?� He didn�t understand why Brendan would want him to go see Darren. He heard a smile in Brendan�s voice, still bright and easy, like a summer breeze.
�Go and see Darren about two hours before the game.� Steve sighed, couldn�t Brendan just explain to him why he needed to go see Darren? It would be less stressful on him�
�Bren. Why?� He could easily see the smart-ass smirk on his lover�s face, his dark eyes sparkling, white teeth shiny, rich brown hair glowing under the lighting in his house� Brendan�s voice interrupted Steve�s thoughts and mental images.
�Just go to him Steve, I�m not playing around. Tell him I�m gonna miss the game tonight. He�ll understand and know what to do.� Steve was a little frustrated, and Brendan could hear it in his voice. *but he�ll thank me later*
�Will you please tell me why?� Steve wanted to know, he hated it when Brendan played these games with him� but at the same time�. Good god, he was intrigued. After all, Manny had always seemed intrigued with Darren, as had Sergei� in fact, ever since Darren had joined the team back in �93, every player who joined the team liked Darren� except Aaron Ward. Ward had disliked Maltby and Darren in particular. Ward was the only one though. Otherwise, everyone else seemed to�. Love Darren. Love and admire him. His fingers played on the tabletop, impatiently. He heard Brendan stifle a sigh.
�Steve, please, just do it, you�ll need to� for me, okay?� Steve winced. When Brendan took that tone. What could he do? He could never say no to Brendan. *But I guess that�s what love is.* Steve thought, looking down at the small ring he wore on his right pinkie finger. Brendan had given him that ring for his birthday. Lisa never noticed it, or if she did, she didn�t care. *Yeah, this is what love is.*
�Alright Bren. I�ll go see Darren.� He finally decided. Although he still didn�t know why he needed to go see Darren, he had been intrigued enough to go along with it.
�Great Stevie! I�ll see you as soon as I can, but Cathy needs the phone, so� yeah.� Steve could hear the smile in Brendan�s voice.
�Yeah.�
�Go see Darren ASAP.� Brendan added before hanging up. Steve replaced the phone onto its cradle slowly, lost in thought. He glanced down at his watch. It was three. Four hours before the game, two hours before he was due at practice. Best to call up Darren now then�. He wanted time to get ready for practice. He dialed Darren�s number. There were two rings before Darren�s happy voice answered.
�Heya, McCarty Residence.� Steve chewed on his lower lip for a moment.
�Hey Dare, it�s me Steve.� Darren�s delighted voice responded.
�Steve! Whatcha calling about, if it�s about practice then no worries, I�ll be there.� Steve paused. What could he say to Darren after this? �Brendan wanted me to call you because he�s outta town. No I don�t know why.� ? Of course he couldn�t say that.
�No� it�s not about practice� um, see�� his brow furrowed, a look of concentration on his face. ��Brendan um, is out of town right now� and he and usually have a pregame ritual� When he realized that he couldn�t make it because of Cathy, he um� told me to call you and tell you what happened.� His brow was still furrowed. How was Darren supposed to reply to that anyhow? Surprisingly�.
�Oh, alright.� Was Darren�s quick reply. Steve blinked in confusion. But before he could say anything Darren coughed quietly and lowered his voice, a "hush-hush" tone.
�Are you alone in the house?� Steve closed his eyes, he could feel a headache coming on. WHAT was going on? He swallowed and opened his eyes slowly.
�Yes. Lisa and the girls went out for the day. Shopping and then to a movie I believe.� He replied, wondering what the hell was up. Darren let out a breath.
�Alright, I�m gonna come over Stevie.� Steve sat down on a chair with a thump.
�um� okay.� He said. Darren cleared his throat. �Steve, don�t worry about it. Nothing strange is going on. I swear. Brendan and I have talked.� Then there was a click. And Steve was left alone with a silent phone. He hung it up and leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples slowly. Man oh man. Brendan was gonna pay for confusing him like this. Brendan wasn�t going to be getting any for a LONG time. A smile came to his face as he thought about it. Holding out on Brendan was always fun, because when he finally caved in, Brendan was so eager it was amazing. He bit his lip hard as he thought about how it good it was to be with Brendan.
Damn it.
Now he was all excited.
He looked down at his lap and sighed. He would probably have to�. Ugh. This sucked. But Cathy was pregnant, with twins. And Steve knew that was more important than a little��relief�. He sighed for a second time and was about to go to the bathroom to relieve himself when there was a knock on the door. Steve stood and opened it, revealing a drenched Darren. It was raining out.
Steve�s eyes widened as he looked at Darren. Darren�s curls were dripping with water, and his tight light blue shirt was clinging to his skin. His black shorts were plastered to his strong thighs. Steve licked his lower lip and backed up, letting Darren in. *good god, I must have something for the Irish.* He thought as he became slightly more aroused at the sight of Darren.
�It�s raining like Hell.� Darren stated cheerfully, then he shook his head, sending water droplets everywhere. Steve nearly saw it in slow motion, each flying drop catching a prism of light, Darren�s curls bounced. Steve blinked a couple times and then remembered to close the door. The air smelled of rain. Water on dry autumn leaves, springy green grass. Thunder clouds�. He shook his head, he liked the smell of rain, and that was what Darren smelled like.
�So you and Brendan can�t have your pregame ritual today eh?� Darren asked, pulling Steve out of his thoughts. Steve blinked.
�Um� yes. That�s exactly�.� He trailed off, and Darren grinned, showing his missing tooth, the same one Steve had been missing, only on the left side of his mouth instead of the right. Steve shifted on his feet and moved towards the couch. �So� um, why are you�?� Darren suddenly reached out and pushed Steve into a laying position on the couch. �We can�t have the Captain going out on the ice without relaxing before the game, can we?� Steve�s eyes widened. This was why Brendan had�. This was why everyone was so fond of Darren? Then his thoughts were obliterated. Darren was kissing him.
He arched into the kiss hungrily, devouring the younger man�s lips. Darren smiled into the kiss. God, he loved it when the other person was this eager. Steve�s fingers trailed over the back of Darren�s neck and plunged into his thick hair. *I need this* Steve thought desperately. Darren climbed onto the large couch, straddling Steve and leaning down to bite the older man�s ear. Steve gasped and arched his hips upward. Ah� Darren was getting Steve. Of all the people on the team, Darren had always wondered what it would be like to be with Steve. It looked like he would finally find out.
He moved further down, and the seat of his wet pants was against Steve�s clothed member. The cold material against Steve�s heat was an enticing contrast. He leaned down, his lips making a trail along Steve�s smooth neck and down onto his collarbone. That got Steve moaning. �Mmmm� Oh Gods Dare�� So Steve�s neck was his sensitive point? Good to know. Darren dragged his warm tongue along Steve�s neck, making the brunette shudder and clutch at his muscular shoulders. Steve�s skin was jumping, waves of pleasure were rocking through him, his eyes were closed, and his head tilted back, his breath was coming out in harsh pants. �Mmmn� Darren�� Darren unbuttoned Steve�s dress shirt quickly, moving to kiss along his chest. Steve was writhing beneath him, running his hands over the other man�s body, moaning. Darren shivered at the feeling of Steve�s nimble fingers moving over his clothed skin. He moved down, running his fingers down over Steve�s chest, stopping at the waist of Steve�s jeans.
Now he debated with himself. Usually he would take someone�.. but Steve belonged to Brendan in that sense, and Darren never�. Ever, went inside someone who was in a committed relationship. Ever. Meanwhile, Steve was whimpering, aching for some sort of release. Darren was torn on what to do. Blow Jobs�.. sucked. He didn�t feel like doing that right then� instead he allowed his hand to slide smoothly over Steve�s dress pants, brushing against Steve�s crotch easily. Steve gasped and arched his hips. �Good�.. NG! GOD!� He cried. Darren�s hands were still cool because of the soaking rain, And he ran them along the insides of Steve�s thighs, making the older man spread his legs. Darren rubbed slowly, before unzipping Steve�s pants and freeing his member. *He doesn�t wear underwear� I never figured Steve the type�* He ran his hand along his own shirt, getting it wet with the rainwater that still resided in his clothes, and then began to rub Steve gently. Steve let out a moan. Darren couldn�t resist, he leaned down, and took Steve into his mouth little by little, so slowly Steve thought he would die, then Darren rolled his tongue, and Steve was gone. A huge burst of pleasure rocked Steve�s body, and he cried out Darren�s name. He was hit with more, small waves of the same pleasure as his body settled back against the couch. Darren�s head was tilted back, his own pleasure washing over him from simply watching Steve reach completion making him complete.
Steve sighed happily, his eyes drifting closed, and he ran one hand through Darren�s hair. �Mmmm. Thank you Darren.� Darren smiled.
�Any time Steve. Anytime.� There was a silence, and then Steve gave him a rare grin.
�I guess I won�t have to punish you or Bren after all.�
Darren�s look of confusion was comical enough to make him laugh.
END!