Mike Richter: 
Brian Leetch: 
"Are you nervous?"
It was 12:39 am. Mike Richter sat up, directing his gaze at his roommate and teammate, Brian Leetch. "No."
The defenseman sat up as well. "You're lying."
"Go to sleep, Bri."
"I can't sleep."
"Why not?"
"I'm nervous."
Mike laughed a little. "Hey, Bri?"
"Yeah."
"Why are you over there, anyway?"
"Um. I'm not entirely sure."
"You've been over there the whole tournament. Why?"
"I'm really not sure. It just seemed sort of right."
"Bri?"
"Yeah."
"Come over here."
"Ok." Brian slid out of his own bed. Mike held his covers back, and Leetch
climbed in next to him. Mike's arm went around him, and he turned for a
kiss. "Yeah, I should've come over here sooner."
"You really should have."
"I'm nervous now. I wasn't before."
Mike smirked, and let his hand drift to Brian's abdomen, hovering there before
tickling him. Brian squirmed and protested. "Killing butterflies," Mike
proclaimed innocently.
"Fucker," his lover replied, rolling over and kissing him deeply. Brian could
feel a sigh shudder through Mike's body, and he made a small sound of
contentment in the back of his throat, bringing his arms around to embrace
Brian tightly. "Love you, Ricky," Leetch whispered, as they broke apart.
"Love you, too," the goalie replied. He eased Brian's shirt off, then flipped
him easily on his back. "I know a better way to kill butterflies," he
grinned, shifting his kisses down Leetch's chest and abdomen. He tugged
down the boxers and moved his mouth still lower.
"Mike-" Brian gasped, entangling his fingers in the goalie's hair. "God,
Mike..."
"Ok?"
"If you don't stop..." With another grin, Mike obliged, causing Brian to moan
with pleasure. "Mike - please..." The pleasure intensified and Brian
gasped and tightened his grip in Richter's hair. "I - I'm -" His words
were cut off by unintelligible sounds of pleasure.
Scattering more kisses up his body, Mike finally reached his mouth, and Brian
blinked sleepily, as he lazily reached an arm across to keep Mike
close. "Ok?"
Brian nodded. "Can I...return the favor?"
Mike flushed and shook his head. "I'm ok. Sleep now? Butterflies gone?"
Sighing again, completely contented now, Brian could only nod. He actually
thought that it was sort of sweet that sucking him off was enough to make
Mike come...in a weird way. But he didn't care. He loved him anyway. Brian
snuggled closer in Richter's embrace, and within moments, they were both
asleep, butterflies and all.