you're still awake by the time alex got home from carolina. it had been game two of the eastern conference finals of this year's playoffs. the canadiens had been in carolina for the first two games. the first was a win, the second was a loss.
alex had been scoring a lot in these playoffs lately, and you know not getting even a single point tonight is probably hitting him harder than he would like to let on. he's been electric lately, and he thinks he fell short in this game.
'you're awake.' he realized when he walked into your bedroom to see you reading a book with the bedside lamp on.
'yeah, i wanted to wait up for you.' you said. 'go shower. then we'll cuddle.' you said.
he pressed a kiss to your lips on his way, grabbing a pair of soft pajama pants. you went back to your book as you waited, but your mind wasn't really on it, and you found yourself rereading the same page over and over again.
eventually, he came back out looking a lot more relaxed than he had when he first walked into your bedroom. he's in the soft flannel pajama pants, which you now notice match the exact ones you're wearing. cute.
he flopped onto the bed next to you, landing on his stomach. you bookmarked your page and placed your book on the nightstand, rolling over to lay on your side so that you were facing him. you began to rub circles onto the exposed skin of his bare back.
he sighed at the feeling, loving the feeling of your hands on him. he crossed his arms beneath his head, tilting his head up to look at you.
'we lost.' he simply said.
'yeah.' you said. 'but you can't win 'em all.' you said.
'i could've played better, though.' he said. you know he's been shouldering a lot lately, being dubbed the best habs skater these playoffs.
'hey, no. you did what you could. winning a playoff game is a team effort.' you said. 'you can't take all the blame.'
your fingers came up to thread through his hair, and he sighed at the feeling, leaning into your touch.
'it sucks, i know, but it's only game two. you still have three more to win.' you pointed out. he nodded. that's true.
'and i know you, and everyone else on the team, but especially you, is gonna go out there and give it your all.' you said.
you leaned down as best you could with the position the two of you are in to press your noses together. 'and just remember, your biggest fan is always watching and rooting for you.'
he sighed softly again. 'i love you.' he said, shifting over to lay his head on your chest.
you kissed the top of his hair. 'i love you, too. so much.' you said. 'now, let me cuddle you before the next game.'
Haiii Andy!! Can I order a mocha for Alex Newhook with peppermint (friends to lovers) and cold foam (they’re just so so SO excited about the Habs making playoffs that they let lose on each other) thank you!! Happy one year!!
new character unlocked! i loooove alex newhook he's so cutie and i could not be more disappointed that he has a girlfriend. i hope they are very happy together and this fic was their experience after the habs clinched </3
You have one friend in the building where you live. His name is Alex and he’s a professional hockey player and tonight is one of the biggest nights of his career. If they win this game at the Bell Centre, defeating the Carolina Hurricanes, then they’ll make the playoffs for the first time since 2021. It’s no pressure on Alex, really– he already won a Stanley Cup with the Avalanche when he played in Colorado, but he’d love to win another with the team he now calls his family.
He invited you to the game tonight, getting you a ticket and a pass that allows you to go to the family suite and the players’ parking garage, where you’ll join Alex after the game.
The atmosphere at the game is incredible and you’re running off of pure adrenaline as you wait outside Alex’s car. You’re bouncing on the balls of your feet and waving at the people who pass, husbands and wives and kids and players and girlfriends, all of whom you’ve met before and recognize. You’ve been around for longer than you thought, you realize. You feel like you’re part of the group, although you and Alex are just friends.
Sometimes you think there might be something more there, given how you both run to and rely on each other, but you snap yourself away from that train of thought when you spot Alex walking towards you, the door to the players-only area swinging shut behind him.
“Newy!” you cheer, a smile splitting your face. You cross the lot towards him, breaking into a skip when you see Alex’s own wide grin.
“We did it!” he shouts jovially, spreading his arms wide.
You fly into them, crashing against him and wrapping your arms around his neck. Alex sweeps you off your feet with his arms around your waist, laughing out loud. It’s the most intimate thing you’ve ever done with Alex, you think, but it feels right.
He spins you around a few times, long enough that when he stops, you feel a bit dizzy. Your head is light and you’re laughing and cheesing hard and Alex looks so cute when he’s giddy like this. You lean in and press your lips to his, tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. You can feel Alex freeze in surprise, but then he kisses you back enthusiastically.
The adrenaline in your blood spikes and courses faster as Alex’s lips move against yours. You open your mouth when his tongue swipes over your bottom lip, and Alex’s grip on your waist tightens.
A honk startles you both, your bodies jumping apart.
Cole laughs from his car, Alex waving him off. He seizes your hand and drags you across the parking lot once Cole drives away, pushing you up against the passenger side door and kissing you again, urgency driving his actions.
All thoughts go out the window when Alex’s tongue enters your mouth. Within minutes, you’ve fumbled with the passenger side door and pulled it open, finding yourself seated on Alex’s lap. He pushes the seat back so there’s plenty of legroom, then reclines so that your head isn’t brushing the ceiling. Alex cradles your face and pulls you down on top of him, devouring you.
Being in public isn’t a problem for you or Alex, evidently. You remove your jeans quickly, then Alex tugs his shorts down. He reaches behind himself into the backseat, grabbing a sweatshirt and tying it around your waist. “Can’t wait to fuck you, but I don’t want everyone to see,” he explains quickly. You’ve got a hand on his cock and you’re lining it up with your entrance, panties pulled to the side, eager to surround his length with the heat between your legs.
The windows steam up as Alex fucks into you, your exhales heating up the inside of his vehicle. It makes the air between you more humid, more tangible, hotter. You’re drunk on the taste of Alex and the drag of his cock against your walls. There’s the belated realization that he’s bare inside of you, but it feels so right that you just double down and roll your hips vigorously.
Warm cums spills inside you as Alex’s thumb fits over your clit, spiraling along the nerves until you’re shaking and panting against the corner of his mouth, body tight but quivering atop him.
He whispers something about promising to take you home, but you curl up with his cock inside of you and your head in the crook of his neck and close your eyes. The smell of sex lingers in the air, but Alex’s hair has a trace of something sweet in it, and it may just lull you to sleep… in the parking lot of the Bell Centre.
