by me
Rating: R - the sex isn't THAT explicit
Disclaimer: I do not own the Carolina Hurricanes. I do own everyone else in this part of this story.
Summary: In which Parker is overworked and we have sex that may or may not be endorsed in a positive manner by the readers.
Notes: Jesus, I suck at writing sex. I need to just stop.
Parker groaned when he finally sank into bed. That had been one of the longest nights of his life. First the game, which took enough out of him, especially the last five minutes. Then the hospital, sleeping in uncomfortable chairs and worrying. But he was back at the hotel now with the rest of the team. They all had strict orders to not be up before noon, something none of them were inclined to break. He noticed his cell phone was blinking and sighed as he picked it up. �One new voice message,� read the screen. It was from his mother. �Hi honey. I talked to some people from the draft today. They gave me the dates on when you need to be there and everything. You�ve gone through the proper procedures, right?� Before he could hear the next part of her message, he hit �save�. He was too exhausted to think about the upcoming draft.
Dropping the cell phone back on the table, he pulled the covers over his head and was asleep immediately. He didn�t dream or stir until he was shaken awake by the roommate he hadn�t heard come in last night. �Park, you awake?�
�No,� he sighed.
�We have practice in half an hour.�
Park blinked and rolled over to look up at him. �It�s 1:30?�
�Yeah�you were pretty much out.�
Wincing, the captain threw the covers back, wishing he had another week to sleep. But now, there were things to do.
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The next two weeks sped by in a blur of won games and plane rides and hotel rooms as they finished their tour of Canada. Chris had gone home to Clarksville to recuperate, and Parker found himself without his two alternate captains. Even with Michael and Link wearing the As in backup, it wasn�t the same. But if he was drained off the ice, he didn�t show it on the ice. In the 5 games they played, he had 8 goals and led the team in ice time. Good ice time. This was raising interest in teams other than Carolina, not that he was aware of that. He knew his parents had talked to draft people and representatives from a few teams, but much more than that, he didn�t care.
�Haha,� Kevyn cackled, startling him out of his thoughts and back to the card game. �Look at that, I win.�
�Fuckin� goalies,� Dame growled. �Luckiest people on the planet.�
�Only the good ones,� Kev grinned. �All right, I�m taking my winnings and going to bed. Coming, Park?�
�In a minute,� the Captain told him, falling backwards to lie on the floor.
�Are you looking forward to the draft, Park?� Damon asked, lying next to him, propped up on one elbow.
�Yeah, I guess. I don�t know�I�ve talked to some teams.�
�Carolina�s got the 25th pick.� Damon grinned, knowing it had to be on his friend�s mind.
Parker rolled his eyes. �Yeah, I�ll go in the first round.�
�It amazes me how you don�t seem to realize how you�re better than very nearly every player we�ve seen this season.�
Parker shrugged, then yawned. �Whatever.�
�And that�s always your response.� He shook his head, smiling down at Parker. �I don�t get you sometimes.�
�You get me more than most people.�
�I guess so.�
�I do�appreciate that, you know.�
�I know.�
And then, suddenly, inexplicably, they were kissing. Damon leaned over so he could press harder against Parker. His leg slid between his friend�s, and he could feel him responding as their tongues entwined and teeth clicked together. The sudden realization of it being PARKER beneath him made Damon pull back, looking at him with dark, unreadable eyes.
�Wh-what was that?�
�I don�t know,� Parker breathed. �Except maybe you�ve been three weeks without Billy and I�ve been two weeks without Chris, and�Jesus.�
Damon bit his lip, staring at Parker, unable to stop from squirming a little because it felt too good. �Fuck,� he muttered. �This sucks.�
�Yeah,� Parker said. �It does.� But his fingertips slipped into the waistband of Dame�s loose jeans, stroking the sensitive skin there.
�That is so not fair.�
�Yeah, I know,� Parker grinned.
Damon closed his eyes briefly. �Fuck it,� he growled, and he pressed his lips to Parker�s again, reaching with his right hand to deftly unbutton his linemate�s jeans.
Parker pulled Damon squarely over him as the bigger man�s hand closed around his cock. �Hold on-� he managed, and fumbled with Dame�s jeans until there was skin on skin contact.
Damon bit back a moan and thrust his hips forward. They found a rhythm quickly, of stroking and thrusting and kissing. Parker could feel them both getting close, Damon�s breathing was more and more ragged, and he tilted his head for another kiss, long and hot, as they both came.
Damon sagged against Parker, feeling his breathing return to normal. They didn�t speak for a moment, until Parker broke the silence. �So,� he said, his voice almost normal. �How much did we just screw up?�
Damon groaned and pushed himself to his knees, rebuttoning his jeans as Parker did the same. �I don�t know. I�m sure we�ll find out soon enough.� He sighed, managing a slight smile. �Good night, Parker.�
�Good night, Dame.� As an afterthought he tugged him over and kissed him again, softly, before getting to his feet, and slipping out into the dark hall. Damon sat on the edge of his bed, letting his head fall forward into his hands, his breath expelling in a long, shuddering sigh.
Parker, despite assumptions to the contrary, slept better than he had in two weeks.
TBC...