TITLE: With a Touch of the Hand
AUTHOR: Jennie
CHARACTERS: Scott Gomez and Jason Ryznar of the New Jersey Devils
SUMMARY: Jason's arrival to the NHL has been a flurry of activity, yet a little thing changes his life.
RATING: G :)
DISCLAIMER: Though I wish these boys were all mine, they aren't. Nor is anything else mentioned in the fic.
A/N: Jason Ryznar is a 22 year old Alaskan who was a star in Michigan. He played in Albany, the Devils' farm team, until he got called up in January. the 'Jay' mentioned in the stories is Devils' winger Jay Pandolfo. Sorry for the delay of fic! Let me know what you think about the fic! Happy reading!

22 years old and never been fucked.

Sure, he�d had girls clamoring over him in Michigan, longing to get in to his shorts. But the flaws he saw in them overrode his desire to have sex. For all 22 years of his life, he longed to feel complete desire towards someone, that feeling of possession. He never thought he�d feel it towards a 26 year old man.

He could never forget the first time he saw Scott. He�d seen Scott on television thousands of times; everyone in Alaska could pick Scott�s face from a crowd of thousands. But the pixels of the television did no justice for him. He was significantly shorter than Jason, almost 5 inches, but the smile that constantly danced across his full lips made up for his vertically-challenged stature.

Jason had been taken to the team meal in flurry. In only 2 hours, he had gone from being a physical force on a minor league team�s forth line, to being a young, robust winger playing with the Devils. His mind still reeling with the experience he was going through, Jason had his hand on the door knob when the slab of wood swung open, revealing Scott. His breath caught in his throat, and he was sure his heart had stopped. �Jason, right? I�m Scott. I�m gonna be your roommate while you�re down here.�

The next few hours were a blur to Jason. The introductions to guys he�d idolized all his life, playing against superstars in New York, and listening to the team joking, reveling in the glory of a 3-0 win against archrivals, were not reflected on by him until he was lying on a comfortable motel bed in a quiet town somewhere on Long Island. The team had been playing poker in Jay�s room for the past half hour, and loud noises were echoing down the hall when Scott appeared in front of Jason�s bed, with a smirk resting on his lips.

�Still in shock, huh?� Jason immediately sat up straight and smote out his sweatpants. Never one for words, Jason smiled shyly and threw his muscular legs over the side of the bed. He felt the bed dip slightly towards the spot where Scott�s 200 pound body sat. �Don�t be nervous. If you work hard enough and do your job, you�ll be here for a long time. And don�t think about how proud you�re making the entire state of Alaska right now.�

Jason�s brows rose with grief, before he glanced at Scott, who was chuckling loudly. �Jason, you�re a good kid. It�s just that no one knows it yet, but me.� Scott shifted closer to him, and Jason bent his head. Scott�s words bounced off the thin walls, and finally rested on Jason�s ears. The words were laced with an emotion familiar to Jason: lust, desire, compassion.

Hardly believing what he was hearing, Jason laid a hand on one of Scott�s muscular legs. When Scott�s hand enveloped Jason�s, his own feelings mirrored the ones he had noticed in Scott�s voice. Just a slight touch had thrust Jason into a world he had never ventured into before, a world where sex was the ultimate and love was just an afterthought. It was a world that Jason and his ex-boyfriend had been lucky to never enter, a world he wished to enter.

But, as a hit on the ice can change the course of a game, a touch of the hand can change the course of one�s life.