hi! this is very new to me and I have no motivation at all right now so if you do send a request or whatever don’t expect to get an answer for the next 10+ business days (for like fics/blurbs/imagines but maybe insta edits)😭 I’m gonna try to write but for right now, this is who I write for and I kinda like how it turned out :)
this is sorta late but dylan’s little run for the monday question today was adorable (not saying the other ones weren’t it was just very adorable today)
Andrei’s eyes opened at the feeling of the light seeping through the window. He ran his fingers slowly on the bed, feeling the now empty spot next to him.
Did he dream last night? Did you leave? Did he scare you off?
All of his worries were interrupted by the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen. He thought if he walked out and he saw you cooking, he didn’t think he could have repressed his feelings for you anymore. After last night, he felt like he was floating. Completely in love with you.
Rubbing his eyes, he noticed your suitcase, opened in the room. A bra left neatly folded on top of your clothes. It looked like the same one he caught a glimpse of the day before.
Great. It was like the universe was playing tricks on him.
As much as he wanted to spring out of bed and go find you, he was once again, faced with a tent in his pants. He laid back on the mattress again, all of the memories flooding his head again. The game, the dinner, the tickling. And his dream. The dream of you bouncing up and down on his cock, with your head thrown back. He couldn’t shake the feeling of it.
Well, all this was definitely not helping his situation.
Sighing, he sat up and looked at the closed door, before swiftly tucking his hard cock under the elastic waistband of his sweats. This was going to have to do until he had a chance of hopping in the shower to have some alone time.
When he walked out, Andrei studied you for a few seconds before you realized his presence. Seeing you in his kitchen, making breakfast and dancing along to your own tune, made his heart flutter. He imagined for a second what it would be like to see this every day. To have the capacity of simply wrapping his arms around you every morning, being able to bend you over his kitchen island if he wanted to. To not wake up alone, but especially, to wake up next to you.
“Good morning” he walked up to you, hands in his pockets, hoping his arousal wasn’t showing through.
“Oh! You scared me!” you said, clutching your chest.
Andrei laughed as he got closer. You looked so beautiful at that moment, with your bedhead and wearing a big shirt that barely covered your ass.
Fuck it, he thought.
He let his hand slip around your waist, the other one finding its way in your hair, placing your head on his chest.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Mm-hmm.” you wrapped your hands around him and rubbed his back, relishing in his warmth. The tips of your nails running up and down his back make him melt more into you.
“Yeah? Did you sleep well?”
Andrei discreetly inhaled your scent, positioning his nose at the top of your head. He felt so good that he almost planted a kiss there.
And he really, really hoped you couldn’t feel how hard he was under the band of his sweatpants.
“Thank you for moving me to the bed.” you looked up at him, your bodies still in embrace. There was no way he was letting go of your head. Your eyes are bright, deeply locked with his.
“You remember?”
Andrei was trying his hardest not to caress your soft hair.
“A little bit. I remember asking you to stay.” your face flushed.
“You did ask me that, didn’t you?” Andrei raised his eyebrows at you, face just as red as yours.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or anything like that. I-”
“Hey. It’s okay. I don’t mind it.” he said.
“You sure?”
“I love to spend time with you, Y/N.”
Andrei’s gaze locked on your lips. You were still fixated on him. He didn’t know if this was the right moment. He could have tried it but, perhaps ruining a friendship the day they were leaving for a trip wasn’t the right move. But then, the way you were staring at him, studying his face, with your bottom lip tucked tightly in your mouth. Your body felt so small in his hands, so soft and warm, and Andrei didn’t want to let go. He looked at you, intensely; maybe, just one kiss, to see ho-
“Oh god, it’s burning!”
Just like that, your body was ripped away from him, right as the smell of burning food overwhelmed his senses. You laughed, moving the pan with some very well done french toast away from the flame.
“Are you trying to set my house on fire?” Andrei joked around, doing his best at hiding how flustered he was after the moment you just had together.
“Sorry!” you covered your face. “You distracted me, you know?”
“And how exactly did I do that?” he teased.
“Seriously?”
His arms wrapped around you once more, now brave enough to kiss your forehead.
“Just a little longer before we have to get ready to go.” he said, turning his cheek onto the top of your head again, as your bodies were fully touching. “Just a bit longer.”
Best friends don’t do this. But after all, I don’t want her as a friend, he thought.
More than half of the team was waiting in line at Chipotle. Ever since you got to the airport, Andrei made sure to keep a close eye on you to make sure you were comfortable.
“About 2 hours. Chicago is not too far.” he answered with a smile.
Andrei swore you were making the eyes at him a little bit extra since last night. That, or he was feeling much more confident with all of this. Either way, he’d take it. He had never felt so warm, and relaxed on a team roadie before.
You looked so soft and cozy in your white loungewear, opting for something more comfortable than the team, who always dressed to the nines for travel. Andrei dreamed about spending a Saturday off with you, lounging and cuddling on the couch. Maybe even fucking the whole day, the sun peering through his curtains to show off your naked curves under him.
Just the thought of it gave him an uncontrollable impulse to grab your face and make you his already.
Yeah. Maybe a chain restaurant wasn’t the right place to do that for the first time either.
He just simply couldn’t stop staring at you, even when you were doing something so banal as ordering your food.
He loved how kindly you treated everyone - he realized he had never appreciated how gentle you were with everyone you met, unlike his entitled “I’m dating an NHL player” exes.
Before you could get your card too close to the chip reader, Andrei finished his order and swooped close to you.
Another bold move, he thought, but maybe not really, considering you just slept together in the same bed not that long ago.
He quickly got behind you, one hand delicately placed on the small of your back, while the other tapped his card on the reader.
“Hey! What are you doing, crazy?”
Your faces were dangerously close as you looked at him, smirking.
“You’re on a team trip. I am not going to make you pay for anything, Y/N.”
“I know, I know, but it’s just some food, Drei! I have money, you know.” you raised your eyebrows at him, his face still peering over your shoulder, bodies close together.
“Do not worry, okay? See, it’s done already.” he said, eyes finally peeling off the reader and meeting yours.
As you whispered a thank you, the urge almost overtook Andrei, his gaze finding your lips easily.
“C’mon, lovebirds, you’re holding up the line!”
“You either kiss quickly or we lose our flight.”
The young player kicked himself for forgetting the whole team was with them.
God, his mind was so hazy around you sometimes.
“Shut up!” he yelled, a bit too loudly. “I am.. so sorry. Here, I help you, let’s go.”. He rushed to grab the bag and lead you away from the guys before they could say anything else.
The whole team erupted in quiet laughs and smirks, as they followed the couple walking away, and Andrei subtly flipped them off, face now a whole different shade.
“I’m sorry, they are just-”
“Andrei. It’s okay. They’re just boys” you smiled at him, shrugging.
He knew she was right. They were just messing around, they didn’t know anything.
“I am… capable of carrying things, you know that right?” you smirked at the flustered player, who was doing his best to balance his suitcase, and yours, his backpack, and the bags of food.
“What? No, I know. It’s just… you are my guest. So I make you feel comfortable.” he replied, kindly.
He hoped he wasn’t making a fool of himself. But you could see how hard he was trying for you. So when you got onto the tarmac, right before getting on the plane, you placed your hand on his strong shoulder.
“Andrei, honey, let me grab the food, at least. Here.” you extended your arm out and looped your fingers under the handles of the bags, slightly pulling.
…honey.
Andrei couldn’t recall any time before you had called him a pet name.
No, he knew. He would definitely remember that.
He kept his gaze low, a feeble attempt at hiding his smile, as you guys stepped on the plane.
He walked in first, making sure to widen his eyes at the guys that were already sitting around, chatting.
He meant it - no funny business. He should have talked to them before.
They all seemed to get the hint, nevertheless, trying their best to hide their smirks and winks, keeping their conversations going.
“Here okay?”
“Wherever you usually sit.” you shrugged.
Andrei chucked and placed your bags in the overhead.
You couldn’t help but stare at the way his biceps so easily moved the suitcase above his head, his back flexing, showing through the white button-up of his suit.
“Ready to eat?” he turned, flashing you a grin.
The feeling of your eyes on him as he moved just added to the already growing confidence that kept rising within. Luckily, you didn’t notice he noticed.
“So, you guys don’t feel silly traveling with full-on tuxes every week?” you asked, fork digging into your bowl.
Martin, Seth, and Sebastian, who were sitting around you and Andrei, quickly looked up at their teammate.
“Woah, Andrei, you weren’t lying when you said she’s feisty.”
Andrei waited for that familiar look to appear on your face.
His smile immediately got bigger when you turned to him, mouth open, and shoved your shoulder against his.
“Woah! What did you tell your friends?” you asked, eyes wide.
Andrei couldn’t get any words out, opting to raise his hands instead, shoulders up to his ears.
“I like it - you’re funny.” Neci chimed in, saving the day for the blushing Russian.
“They’re not tuxes!” Sebastian rolled his eyes.
“I mean, I’m serious! It’s not uncomfortable to travel in suits all the time?” you chuckled.
“Many times, these are the clothes that fit us the best.” Seth said. “We hockey players, we have weird bodies. Our thighs don’t fit into anything.”
“I like to get ready. We obviously know what your plans for this flight are, considering how comfortable you look.” Andrei added, mouth full of food.
“Oh, as soon as I’m done here I’m going to knock. out.” you laughed, only looking at him.
The guys all side-eyed each other, doing their best to keep quiet.
It was like they weren’t even there.
“You want to know a secret? There’s always a pull-out bed on the plane. I can show you.”
Andrei said, looking up at you.
“Yeah, Andrei can show you where the bed is.”
All 5 heads snapped towards the aisle. Of course.
Andrei did his best not to punch his teammate’s arm, who was leaning on his seat.
“I’m Jesperi. Nice to meet you.” the young guy extended his arm, past Andrei’s face, to introduce himself.
He didn’t know what this feeling was. Something Andrei hadn’t felt in a long time.
A rumbling in his stomach, tightening in his chest. He noticed his knuckles turning white, the grip around his fork getting stronger.
Something about KK holding his arm out in front of Andrei’s face, so close to him, crossing him, reaching out to you made his temples twitch.
Was he… jealous?
He really needed to get it together. His friend was only introducing himself…right?
Andrei’s gaze snapped up to his teammate as you shook his hand, his jaw unwillingly clenched.
“I didn’t see you before we got on the plane, I don’t think.” you added.
Neci subtly kicked Andrei under the retrievable table they were all eating on, noticing the tension in his friend’s body.
“Oh, this psycho opted for a burger instead of Chipotle.” Martin chirped, raising his eyebrows at Andrei.
The scrunching of your face let Andrei’s body relax for a second.
“That should tell you everything you need to know about him, Y/N. He’s not okay in here.” Andrei grinned while tapping on your forehead. It got the most beautiful sound in the world out of you. There’s nothing he loved more than to hear you laugh.
“I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t eat Chipotle. It should always be a first-round pick.” you answered with a wink at Andrei, grabbing his finger and gently holding it while placing it under the table.
All the guys looked at each other, while Jesperi struggled to get any chirps out.
Andrei smiled at his friends before turning back to his bowl, your hand still wrapped around his.
Andrei looked at you, now facing the airplane window beside you. You were illuminated perfectly by the reflection of the vanishing sun. He thought about kissing you once again. Most of the guys were sitting with their friends, quietly chatting, or sleeping. It would have not taken much of him to turn you around, lock eyes with you, and touch your lips with his.
He wanted to let himself go in your presence, in your body. The lust he felt was simply that. A desire to be swept away in you, inside you, within your aura, your body.
The feeling of your head gently bumping his shoulder snapped him out of his daydreams. He took a peek at you, soundly asleep on his arm. He dared to linger his fingers on your other hand, which you moved to his thigh. Andrei looked forward, taking a deep breath for the millionth time in the past week. Seeing your delicate touch so close to him, close to the center of his want for you, drove him mad. At the same time, it felt so… comforting. It made him feel present, accounted for, and appreciated. Your hand was letting him know I see you, I feel you, and I remember and crave your touch even as I sleep.
He adjusted your head, wrapping his arm around you and placing you in his embrace, before letting sleep and bliss take him into slumber.
The team got to the hotel as the stars were just starting to appear in the sky. Andrei didn’t let go of your suitcase once, not after you got off the plane, nor when you got to the hotel, no matter how much you insisted. He walked steadily beside you, guiding you through the usual steps of his routine. Plane, bus, hotel, room.
Room. Room. To his shock, as you walked into your room, there was only one bed.
“Uh..”
“Maybe the other one is the couch?” you asked, raising your hands.
“No, no. There’s definitely a mistake. Let me call the front desk.” As he picked up the phone, he noticed his fingers were clammy. Life really felt like it was playing tricks on him.
“It’s okay if they can’t change it, Drei. I mean, we’ll figure it out.” you said, as he waited for the hotel manager. Andrei smirked. Did you want to sleep together? he thought.
“Calm down, calm down. I’m just saying, you know, if, if, there’s no rooms or something.” you said, noticing his grin. You looked down at your lap, totally embarrassed by your suggestion. Andrei loved to see you flustered, in those rare moments he could rattle you.
“The manager said they’ll change our room before tonight. Want some food?” he asked, extending his arm out at you.
“Let’s go” you grinned.
Andrei’s chest puffed as he walked you downstairs, hand in hand with you.
“Yeah, but I’m not playing. It’ll just be team stuff, you know.” Andrei smirked.
“Just one?”
“Just one.” he shrugged.
While waiting for the room to be changed, Andrei offered to invite you to dinner at the restaurant in the hotel. This was the best opportunity for him to have you all to himself, at least for a little while, before you guys started all of the team activities in the following days.
“Andrei, I barely drink! I wouldn’t even know what to order.” you sighed, looking down at the menu.
“I can pick for you. Just trust me, okay?” he said, accent as thick as ever.
Andrei could have used some alcohol anyways. The thought of possibly spending another night in the same bed as you drove him crazy. He swore his hands were shaking as the waiter handed them their drinks.
“Thank you. Okay, now you try it and then tell me.” he said, taking a sip.
“This tastes too good, Andrei. This is, like, dangerous” you spluttered out, blushing.
“Oh, you’re such lightweight. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” he laughed.
“Promise?” you asked, looking up at him, straw still in your mouth.
He stuck his pinky out at you, which you carefully wrapped around his.
You’d never had this much physical contact as friends as you did in the past couple of days. Sure, you hugged and had countless playfights. He thought he could never get enough of this - every time he felt your touch on his skin, Andrei craved more and more. He didn’t want your hand on his shoulder, he wanted it underneath his shirt. He wanted to wrap his body all around yours, let your presence completely physically overtake his senses.
“Promise. I got you, always.” he said, reaching his thumb around to squeeze your hand from across the table. The expression quickly softened on your face, making his heart skip a beat.
“Ready to order?”
The waiter seemed to appear out of nowhere, interrupting Andrei’s plan to perhaps run his fingers down your arm, craving the bliss of your skin under his.
“…what?” you asked him, mouth full of food. He knew he was practically staring at you, as he had the whole trip so far, but he couldn’t help it. Your response elicited a chuckle along with the small blush that spread over his cheeks.
“There’s food all over your face.” he said with a smile.
And that’s when time seemed to still.
Andrei’s arms easily found their way over the table; one of his hands wrapping around the base of your head, intertwining his fingers with your hair. He brought your face up and forward, almost forcing you to look at him. Your heart dropped, the feeling of his fingers already causing heat to pool between your legs. His other hand, armed with a napkin, proceeded to wipe your face, eyes focused on your lips as he cleaned you up.
“There you go. That’s better.” he said. As if that wasn’t enough, his strong hand still firmly gripping the back of your head, Andrei held your chin and swiped his thumb on the corner of your mouth, tracing it over your bottom lip. “There was some, um, something left there.” he quietly said, looking down, as he fully removed his touch from you, scrambling to grab his fork and shove food in his mouth. However, he felt your gaze on him still.
“You’re okay?” he asked, still facing his plate.
“Yes, uh, I’m okay. Thank you, Drei.”
“Yeah, uh, no problem.” he chuckled. His stomach churned at the feeling that he was acting like such an idiot. Maybe he was taking it too far, too fast.
“So, what made you invite me on this trip?” you asked.
“Of course I invite you! You’re my closest friend, Y/N.”
“I am?”
“Yes. I tell you everything.”
Well, not everything, he thought to himself. Not how much he wanted you to be his, only his.
“It means a lot that you want me here, Svech. Thank you. So much.”
Andrei’s eyes fixated on you again. He prayed that you couldn’t hear his heart beating out of his chest.
“I’m not going to lie, I am feeling a little nervous.” he sighed.
“Nervous? I thought you didn’t get nervous.” you smirked.
“I…I want you to have fun. Sometimes I think my life is too different from yours. I think that’s why I haven’t shown you too much. I am going all the time, traveling, playing, and out with the team. I hope you like it, really.” Andrei admitted.
“Oh, Andrei…. we see each other all the time! And we can talk about anything, right? I am really curious to see how it is. I’m super excited, Drei.” you reassured him.
He looked at you, his arms taking up most of the surface in front of him, making his shoulders somehow look even bulkier.
“You tell me if you want to go home, okay?”
“Home?” you asked, taken aback. “Oh, no. You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Svech. I’m freeloading off of you as much as possible this week.” you laughed, and he flicked some water from his straw at you.
He was happy you could cut the tension between them so easily. He thought he had never felt so comforted before.
“For someone who doesn’t drink you finished your drink pretty quick.” he raised his eyebrows at you.
“It was a good drink.” you shrugged, flipping your long hair behind your shoulders. The action made Andrei’s breath change pace, rapidly.
“You…want another one?” he asked.
Your face dropped, shaking your head.
“C’mon, I have one with you. Just one more?” he offered. “You don’t have to, just asking.”
“Should I go check if our room is ready? It should be by now.” he smirked at you, handing the check back to the waiter.
Two drinks definitely had changed your inhibitions. Andrei could see the flush on your face under your tinted sunscreen, your hair looking more disheveled and overall, a cute giggling he didn’t usually get to see.
“I didn’t know two drinks were going to get you tipsy. Dude, you need to come out with me more.” he said, poking your nose.
“I’m not tipsy! Just really, really sleepy.” you said, looking up at him.
“Let’s go to sleep then. C’mon.”
Andrei stood up, offering you his arm again.
You headed over to the front desk, limbs interlocked together.
“Okay, Mr. Svechnikov, here’s the key to the new room. Have a great night.”
Andrei tried his best to focus on the hotel manager in front of him, even if all he really thought about was your head leaning on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his bicep.
God, how cute.
In the elevator ride up, he realized how much he liked to see you so close to him. You looked like a couple. Like a real couple. The reflection in the mirror showing him what it would really look like if you became his.
He really, really could get used to this.
Head totally in the clouds, he didn’t notice Martinook and Staal walking towards him, at the opposite end of the hallway when they reached their floor.
Andrei nodded at them, hoping they’d get the hint to just keep walking.
They mostly did, except for Jordan, who gently stopped him, whispering in his ear.
“I heard about the room and talked to the lady for you. You’re so welcome.” he winked, and just like that, kept going, not daring to look back at his younger teammate.
What?
Oh.
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
Andrei scrambled to open the hotel door, your body still wrapped around his arm, clueless.
There it was.
One bed.
A bigger bed, for sure, but just one, singular mattress.
“Shit.” he whispered, running a hand through his hair.
The hotel workers even managed to set their suitcases in the closet already.
“Oh, Svechy, who cares. Let’s just go to sleep.” you said, softly, walking backward before falling onto the comforter.
Andrei was dumbstruck. Frozen. Staring at you, splayed out on his bed.
One random night was very different than a whole week.
“Is that okay with you?” you sat up on your elbows, extending one arm towards him.
“Uh, yes. It’s okay. Yeah, it’s fine.” he walked slowly towards you, melting as he grabbed your hand.
Good, you whispered, looking up at him, rubbing your thumb against his hand.
Your head fell back onto the bed, hard.
“Andrei, it’s so soft! I didn’t know you guys traveled this comfortably” you giggled.
“You’re just drunk, Y/N” he shook his head.
“Am. Not!” you said, throwing a pillow at his head.
“Woah, woah. This might not be the best move for you right now.” Andrei laughed, poking at your ribs.
“You just say that because you know I’m already getting stronger than you.”
“Ha!” he realized he was at a loss for words, seeing you laying down all flushed in front of him.
“Whatever you say, drunky.”
As he walked towards the bathroom, Andrei took a deep breath. Just the night before, he had cum in his pants from just a dream. He really couldn’t mess this up, let you see him like that - it would have ruined everything.
A plan, a plan.
He didn’t have one.
Cold showers, he guessed. A lot of blankets. And bathroom breaks.
He huffed, before opening the door. All the tension left him as he saw you curled up in the middle of the bed, sound asleep.
He wanted to wrap his arms around you, and kiss you all over until his eyes felt heavy.
Instead, he swooped your body in his arms and tucked you under the blankets. Again. And that cozy feeling spread all throughout his chest again.
“You’re such a good friend, Svech.”
A friend. Oof. Her sentence felt like a punch in the gut. Andrei leaned down and kissed your forehead.
Before he could head back into the bathroom, your arms leaned out to grab him.
“Another one.” you mumbled.
Andrei proceeded to plant another kiss by your hairline, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.
His heart beating overtime.
Were these mixed signals? Was he just confused?
Maybe you were just tipsy, and that’s why you were so touchy. Even though… he thought you had been like that for the past two days, completely sober.
Wait it out. See what happens.
That’s what his brother would tell him. So he caressed your hair, and moved to get ready for bed. He’d wait it out, he thought, your arms wrapping around him as he got into bed.
What he didn’t know was that this was going to go a lot better than he could have ever imagined.
Could you write a blurb about being Luke’s sister but dating cutter and nobody knows till world juniors
i think this may be my new favorite ngl
12:07 a.m.
that’s what the clock on your bedside table read when you throw the hotel covers off of your body. it was still a little earlier than what your normal rendezvous had been, but you wouldn’t mind sitting by yourself for a few minutes. after pulling on your slippers, you tiptoe around the room trying not to wake your mother who had long been asleep as you search for your room key.
you undo the lock and slip out, holding your breath as you close the heavy door closed behind you. you shove your hands in the pockets of your pajama pants as you make your way to the elevator, fishing for your phone. the descent to the lobby is spent in silence as most people are in their rooms, having retired for the night while you on the other hand had been waiting for this since you had left each other the night before.
you find the couch you and cutter had pretty much claimed as your own and sink down, crossing your legs and tuning into whatever was on the tv.
12:12 a.m.
eighteen more minutes.
maybe you should have waited longer-
your thoughts are interrupted by the familiar sound of the elevator and you turn your head on impulse. you watch as a familiar head emerges covered by a hood. when he sees you he smiles and you visibly see him pick up his pace. he leans over the side of the couch, “couldn’t wait either, huh?”
“no,” you mumble, eyes following him as he rounds the couch and collapses beside you. immediately he hooks an arm around your knees, “how was dinner?”
“oh, gourmet. snuck you a piece of cake,” he reaches into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulls out a piece of cake that looked similar to a one dollar bill. his cheeks flush, “oops.”
“i really do want to know how you got it smushed down like this, but at the same time i feel like i’m better off not knowing,” you take the cake from his hand and set it down on the table in front of you. “i’m sure it tasted great when it was at its full size.”
“i- you’re just going to have to take my word for it,” he shrugs his shoulders and nods towards the tv, “what program do they have for us tonight?”
“i don’t know, some sitcom,” you lean towards him and send him a smirk, “but it’s your turn to be the big spoon.”
he rolls his eyes and opens his arms for you, “that’s all that you care about, huh?”
“i mean you crushed my surprise cake, the least you can do is cuddle me, cut,” you tilt your head to look at him before puckering your lips. he presses his to your gently and you smile, hugging his waist, “love you.”
“love you more.”
you sit like that for a while, both of you letting out the occasional laugh when something happens on the tv, but besides that you stay in peaceful silence. this is how you had spent the last few nights in halifax, after the team retired to bed cutter would sneak down to the lobby to meet you and you would spend hours down here just being together. it was easy, it was comfortable. there were no cares in the world.
that was until there was the ding of the elevator that you think nothing of until a familiar voice calls out “gauthier!” and you both look up to see your older brother barreling towards the two of you.
“luke-” you try to stop him, putting your hand on cutter’s chest to push yourself up but luke has none of that.
“so this is where you’ve been going?” his face gets redder and you hold out a hand.
“can you be quiet please?” you turn your head towards the receptionist's desk to make sure that he wasn’t causing any unnecessary attention but they seemed to be in their little world. “and what are you talking about?”
“it’s like every other weekend you just disappear and no one knows where you are. you don’t respond to anyone’s calls, anyone’s texts,” he sends cutter a sharp look and you squeeze his hand, “because you’ve been going to boston, huh? that’s what this is.”
“i mean- yeah,” you shrug your shoulders because there was no way that you could hide it any longer. “if it’s any consolation, we waited until you were done with the program before we started anything.”
luke’s eyes only get wider, “why would that be any consolation whatsoever?”
“so we weren’t technically going behind your back because you weren’t there,” cutter offers and luke rolls his eyes, “i’m sorry.”
“you will be-”
“no, he won’t. this is why i wasn’t going to tell you, luke, because i knew that you were going to blow it up into something that it’s not,” you sigh. you spare cutter a glance to find him staring down at his lap and you shake your head, “listen, we’ve been fine this entire time with you not knowing and now that you do know, i’m not letting you ruin this for me. i’m happy, he’s happy. i can make you a fucking excel spreadsheet about it if you want me to.
“but what’s it really hurting, luke? after this, you guys probably won’t be teammates again. we- we love each other and that’s just something that you’re going to have to deal with.”
“i just-” he rubs his hands over his face, “why him? you couldn’t have picked another sport or some guy you found at skeeps drunk off his ass.”
“no, because we’ve been together since senior year.”
“senior year- okay, i need time to process this,” he takes a deep breath and you really wanted to hurt cutter for letting that piece of information slip. luke closes his eyes and holds up a hand like a judgemental parent, “i’m accepting it, not because i want to, but because she’s making me. i swear though, if you kiss around me or any form of affection whatsoever-”
“we get it,” you nod, “you can go to bed now.”
“oh i don’t think i’ll ever be able to sleep again,” he grumbles, swiping your squished cake off of the table and marching towards the elevators mumbling to himself, “senior year? senior year?!”
you turn to look at your boyfriend who looks like he wants to crawl into a hole at that moment, “we could’ve kept that part a secret.”
this is so random lol, pls excuse this but I just wanted to write it.
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“I miss you, my love” nico whispered in the phone.
you chuckled “I miss you more, I’ll be in jersey as soon as my papers come in I promise”
He groaned and you laughed some more “ok, I best go it’s late. I love You”
“Goodnight, sweetheart”
You narrowed your eyes, although he couldn’t see and said “I love you”
“I heard you”
“I love You, say it back!” You scolded playfully, he chuckled and relied
“Goodnight baby girl” and hung up.
You had dropped him at the airport for the devils roadie, it was too early to comprehend what time it even was.
His hand rested on your knee, thumb rubbing circles soothingly.
You could see everyone else getting out their cars, making their way with their bags.
You looked over at Nico, his eyes were heavy with sleep
“You gotta go baby, you’ll be late” you mumbled, leaning across the consol and kissing his cheek.
“Hmmm, I don’t wanna”
“You have to Ni, I’ll see you two days time”
“Two days too long!” He protested while pulling open the door and stepping out.
He crossed infront of the car, luggage in hand and you rolled down your window. Nico leaned in and kissed you, hand slipping up to pull you a little tighter.
“Have fun, now go!” You pushed him away playfully. He obliged and took off.
You leaned out the window and shouted “I love you!”
He only laughed, catching up with the rest of the team.
did you land safe?
nico I flew to Los Angeles not Germany! Calm down!
I worry
yes, I landed safe.
good. have fun!
love you baby <3 good luck tonight.
thank you love.
He’d been out with the boys at the bar and woke you up on his way to bed.
“Nico, shhhh” you scolded, your hand landing on his face in your sleeping state.
“Sorry baby” he mumbled, kissing your forehead.
You snuggled in closer to him and said “Goodnight, go sleep, be quiet”
“You got it, princess”
“Love You, say it back”
“Goodnight, my love”
Nico stared at the phone, at the text message chain infront of him.
i miss you.
i love you, so much.
i love you, say it back.
please I just need you to say it back.
i’ll love you forever
When the screen turned black and dim of light, Nico saw his tears drip onto the screen and he asked himself.
give me a sign (love countdown series) | a. svechnikov
show me, how you want it to be / tell me baby
summary: part 6! our sleepover before we leave for the roadie….andrei doesn’t have a tv but he does have some dreams…
wordcount: 3k
song: ...baby one more time - the marias
warnings: 18+. minors dni. fluff, cursing, smut. cute n dirty like our boy. also - bad writing, as always.
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“Here’s the guest room, you can sleep here tonight.”
“Andrei, I've been here before.” you said with a chuckle. Andrei felt your eyes staring deeply into him, while he tried to look so unfazed by it all. Ever since he realized what his true feelings were, he had done his best to act as normal as possible. He knew, however, that it just wasn’t the case. Andrei couldn’t remember the last time he had been so head over heels for someone. The touch of your hand gently startled him.
“Hey… are you okay? You’ve been so on edge lately.”
“What? No, everything is okay. Should we eat?”
The answer didn’t fulfill his friend, and he could tell, but he secretly hoped that this could all just be ignored. He had been thinking about this a lot, maybe too much, and still couldn’t find a way to handle all of this and not look like an idiot.
Things seemed to chill out while they ate their takeout, the ease of their conversation reminding Andrei how comfortable he really felt around you. He knew he could never get enough time with you. Despite what you thought, he never got tired of hearing about your classes, your internship and foolish girl drama. Just as you never got tired of hearing about hockey, hockey, hockey. And his family, his teammates. Whatever crazy stories he had to bring from his countless nights out. Andrei knew. He saw how you attentively listened to him every single time. He swore that your eyes actually sparkled when you looked up at him.
“Drei…? Hello?”
“Uh, what?”
You laughed.
“You were telling me about the other night?”
Andrei kicked himself for actually getting lost in his thoughts, in your eyes, as he realized how present you were, listening enthusiastically. He was pretty sure he had just stopped mid sentence, staring at her, fork stuck in the air.
“Yeah, yeah, I lost my train of thought.” he blushed.
“Your head’s in the cloud lately, Svechy. Maybe we should take you to a doctor, see if there’s anything left in there.” you said, poking at his head before throwing away your takeaway box.
“Maybe you could give some of your brain to me. All you do is study, nerd.” he stood up and pushed at your temples a bit harder.
“Oh, is that right?” you teased back.
“Yeah.” he smirked, hands on his hips.
“Well, I’m sorry my job doesn’t consist of mindlessly lifting weights and chasing a piece of rubber all day.”. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Oh, really, are you sure you want to say that?” Andrei started slowly stepping closer to you.
“Yep. I actually use my head, you know.” you snapped back, head tilted.
“Oh, you do? I bet you’re good at that.” Andrei whispered, hoping you didn’t hear or realize his double entendre. In spite of his tone, he saw you blush and your eyes narrow.
“You’re so na-Oh!” Before you could get any rebuttal out, Andrei’s hands grabbed your waist and easily threw your body over his shoulder.
“You kick and scream all you want. Try to use your brains to get out of this one.” he said, walking towards the couch.
“Andrei, put me down!”
“Oh you want down? Okay.” he said, slamming your body on his couch.
Before you could slither away, Andrei pinned your wrists above your head, his big thighs caging you under his body, carelessly flashing you the biggest smile.
“Drei, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it!” you begged.
Andrei threw his head back, his nose scrunching up as he laughed. You had to make sure not to stare too hard at his rosy cheeks, the lower belly peeking out from under his ridden up shirt. What you didn’t realize is that Andrei was panting not from carrying you around, but from the nature of the position you were in. All the writhing from your body under his was, unbeknownst to you, causing a stir in his lower abdomen.
This was bliss. If he couldn’t have you, he could at least have this.
He grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, still above your head, and started tickling you.
“Please, please, don’t!”
Nothing brought him more joy than seeing you laugh, inhibited.
You tried your best to get away from him, as much as you could at least, buckling your hips up to move his large frame off of you.
“Oh, you’re getting feisty, huh?” Andrei said, in between chuckles.
“Please, stop!” you couldn’t contain your laughter. “I didn’t mean it I promise I promise”
“You need to be more specific than that.” Andrei hit back, his fingers working overtime to make you laugh.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it you are very smart and work a really hard job please please!”
“Okay, okay if you say it so nicely I will stop.” he said, with a beaming smile.
You were staring at each other, trying to catch your breath, heart pounding in your chest.
God, you looked good like this, pinned under him, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
“You’re lucky you’re so strong, Svech. Maybe I will do training like yours so I can beat you next time.”
“Ha! There’s no way. But you can try.” he teased, getting close to your face.
Andrei knew deep down that this was a risk. But he tried. He was so elated when you got to spend time like this, he felt overwhelmed. So he leaned down, and he pressed his lips to your forehead.
You stared deeply into him as he pulled up, eyes darting back and forth across his face.
Before you could say anything, Andrei hastily pulled his body from yours.
“I, uh, I go use the bathroom.” he said, flushed.
As he was walking away, taking his hat off to fix his hair, Andrei felt a sudden weight on his back.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you had jumped from behind, trying to climb his muscular frame.
“I will beat you, Svechnikov. You just give me some time.” you said, mouth dangerously close to his ears.
You seemed calmer, but this made Andrei’s heart beat overtime. He was really hoping you couldn’t feel it.
Play it cool.
He slid his fingers around the backs of your thighs, pulling your weight onto his back, and kept walking towards his room.
He didn’t know if he felt your breasts bounce on him when he adjusted your weight, or if he was just too turned on and losing his mind.
Friends did piggyback rides though, right?
“Okay. I will wait. Maybe you do training with me and we see who’s better.” he chuckled, shaking his head, as he entered his room.
“What do you want to do tonight?” you asked.
He could feel your lips moving against his ear. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with you.
“Um, I don’t know. Maybe we watch a movie?” he said. Typical Andrei, always wanted to make you feel the most comfortable. You knew that he barely stayed in, considering all of the nights he had dragged you out of your house.
“Yeah that sounds good, but you don’t even have a TV.” you laughed, as he set you down on his mattress.
“I have a computer, dummy.” he rolled his eyes, towering over you.
Only after throwing a pillow in your face, Andrei headed to the bathroom in his room.
You looked around, splayed out on his bed. The room was engulfed by the smell of his cologne. His comforter, his pillows, all had that scent that drove you wild. You pressed your thighs together before he came back out, drying his hands.
Seeing you thrown on his bed like this, with your arms out, head tilted back staring around his room - things Andrei had only ever dreamed about. He wanted to pull you by your thighs onto his lap, make you grind all over his legs, his hard cock, until you begged to be filled by him.
“You good?” she snapped him out of his fantasies.
“Let’s go watch something.”
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“Oh, Andrei”
The room was dark, her body only lit by the moonlight coming through the thin curtains. He didn’t know how long they had been in there, but it felt like heaven. Andrei looked down, mesmerized by her pussy stretching up and down his cock. He could see his own chest heave as he stared at her, in all of her glory. The sounds coming out of her mouth made his eyes squeeze shut, trying his best to hold out for her.
“Touch me, Drei, please”
He tentatively wrapped his fingers around the flesh of her waist. Andrei liked to fuck hard, but the slow pace that she was keeping was making him drunk with pleasure. Everytime she bounced and grinded on his pelvis Andrei gripped her harder, his body subconsciously trying to hitch his dick deeper inside her. He saw the white marks left on her abdomen when she reached her hands around his and gently slid them up to cup her breasts. As soon as his fingers started palming and playing with her nipples, her head sweetly rolled back with the most delightful moans Andrei had ever heard.
He could feel the tips of her hair graze his thighs, the goosebumps on her skin everytime she lifted herself up, and the weight of her chest rebounding between his calloused fingers when she closed contact between their bodies again.
It was all too much. The breathy moans, and hums, the sweat beads trickling down his temples.
“Does it feel good baby? Talk to me.”
He tried. He really did. But all that came out was a string of incoherent Russian mumbling.
“Yeah, Drei?”
She gave him that look that drove him absolutely wild. Her dark eyes, filled with lust, staring deeply into him. Completely powerless but unwilling to fully submit, Andrei tried to grab your small frame and fuck himself into you. When he noticed the flutter of your lashes that accompanied your moans, he sat up until your chests and foreheads were touching, trading sweat.
“Grind on me, milaya. Fuck yourself onto me.”
His cocky smile came back when her eyes got stuck at the back of her head, steadily moving her hips against him.
“Andrei.”
“Andrei.”
“Andrei.”
Hearing her hum his name made Andrei’s cock twitch and somehow grow even harder in her. The scraping of her nails on his shoulders, and how tiny her ribcage felt under his palms provoked a deep groan from the depths of his chest.
“Andrei, please”
Her eyebrows completely furrowed, Andrei shoved his tongue inside her mouth, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. Messy and desperate, he wanted nothing more than to slam her down and fuck her into the bed; but Andrei was absolutely petrified with pleasure, engulfed in the wet feeling of her cunt sliding back and forth on his length.
“Oh fuck, baby, yes.” he groaned, voice getting deeper as he edged closer to his climax.
The praises coming out of him coaxed faster and dirtier movements from her hips and waist, ones that raised the volume of her moans and the grip on his hair. Both of them trembling, and simultaneously etching closer to the peak, their gaze met again.
“Please” she begged.
His wet lips stuck open, Andrei could only mutter 5 words before finishing inside her.
“Tell me you love me”
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Startled, Andrei woke up in a sweat, his shorts filling up with warm cum. He was gripping the pillow right next to him, forearms tensed, and quietly let out a groan, watching a dark spot form in his lap. He sighed, and took time to let his breathing calm down, because as uncomfortable as the sticky feeling was in his pants, the realm in between sleep and awake had overtaken him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a wet dream, but Andrei wasn’t complaining. That was hot, and it felt so real he swore he could feel your touch on his skin still.
Oh.
He could.
Looking next to him, your head was dangerously touching the side of his thigh. His eyes darted around for his phone. 4:45 am. They must have fallen asleep watching the movie, his computer now a dark screen sitting on the coffee table in front of them.
He ran his hands through his hair. This was so wrong. He knew it wasn’t his fault; he hadn’t gotten laid in a while, and all because of this. Because of you. All because he couldn’t bear to think about anyone else but you.
He gently stroked your head, still fast asleep, curled up on his big couch. Sighing, he hopped on over to his bathroom to clean up.
The nerves started bubbling up in his chest again. He had to do something about this quickly - it was obvious that his body was sending clear signals about what he wanted. After a fast shower, he returned to his living room. The darkness outside of his window enveloping his apartment. A time in the night that was always encompassed by the deepest of stillness.
Looking down at you, the memory of that night ran through his head again. He felt like this was a manifestation of a moment he had been thinking about so much in the past couple of days; a memory that turned a switch for him. This was going to be the second time he took you to bed. He wasn’t sure what it was about it. It all felt so… domestic to him.
But then, he never did think he wanted domestic.
He always wanted girls, as quick and as many as possible.
He wanted the chase, when his confidence could make any woman quiver and follow him back to his apartment.
Until he was confronted with moments like this.
Moments of tenderness between you two. Moments of humility, of taking care of each other. Moments that left him warm and fulfilled for weeks on end; no hookup could have ever done that for him.
He squatted close to you, moving a strand of hair away from your eyes.
“Should we go to bed? Hmm?” the slight and quiet suggestions caused a stir in you.
“We fell asleep on the couch, Y/N. Let’s go sleep in the bed, what do you think?” he asked, hand on your shoulder.
After receiving a small nod from you, Andrei took a deep breath to pick you up without waking you too much. Before he could even attempt to stand back up, you swiftly and almost automatically wrapped your arms around his neck. His eyes sparkled as soon as he felt your voluntary embrace.
What…did this mean?
He was probably reading too much into it. You just wanted to go to bed. Right.
Heart running a whole marathon, Andrei easily picked you up from his couch and headed towards the guest room. The feeling captivated him again: the skin he accidentally touched when your crop top lifted up, the perfume drifting off of your hair, your rosy cheeks resting on his chest.
Maybe he couldn’t have you, but he could sure dream about it.
His back moved open the door of the guest room, empty except for your suitcase and the water bottles he had prepared on your nightstand the night before you came.
He took a peek at your peaceful face one more time before placing your body on top of the comforter. You let go of him as soon as you felt your head hit the pillow - he was right. You didn’t want his touch, you just needed help getting to bed.
With a sigh and a low head, Andrei started groggily marching off to his own bed.
“Drei?”
His head snapped around, seeing your eyes struggling to open.
“Yeah?” he asked, his biceps exposed as he awkwardly scratched the nape of his neck.
“Where are you going?”
“Uh.. to bed.”
“Can you please tuck me in?” you replied, dramatically.
Scoffing, he moved over to you and assisted you in getting yourself comfy under the blankets.
“I have a secret, Drei.”
Here we go. He had always known you to be a sleep drunk. Always falling asleep everywhere and mumbling up a storm in your sleep.
“Yeah? What is it?”
“Shh. Come here.” you gestured.
Andrei leaned closer to your face, exhaling sharply.
“Please stay.”
He didn’t have to hear it twice. Andrei caressed your face and chuckled, moving over to the other side of the bed. When his body found its way under the blankets, he noticed you turned around to face him. He could have stared at your face endlessly, and he thought to enjoy the moment until his eyes started becoming heavy. Drifting off into sleep, he felt your head touch his shoulder while you wrapped your arm around his midsection. Frozen and blushing again, he tenderly put his hand over yours.
Is this what all best friends do? he thought. He was, however, rapidly ripped out of any daydreams or sleep.
“Thank you, Andrei. I love you”
He knew he hadn’t dreamed that. Maybe he could really make this happen. The stuff of his dreams, literally.
Best friends don’t do this. Not like this.
He just needed a way. A plan.
“I love you” he answered, happily drifting off.
This was going to be a great trip, and they hadn’t even left yet.
