[Hockey RPS - chasing the flavour of your skin - Nicklas Lidström/Chris Osgood - NC-17 - Kink Bingo]

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chasing the flavour of your skin
Hockey RPS/Detroit Red Wings. | Nicklas Lidström/Chris Osgood. | slash. public showers sex. | NC-17. | 695 words. | beta'd by shades_of_hades. | written for 'washing/cleaning' for kink_bingo


chasing the flavour of your skin

Ozzie likes these times best. Times after a game, a game that they've won, that his team has been stellar and they've all come by at the end on the ice to say congratulations, as if he's the one who won them the game. He likes this, though, after all the interviews, after all the hugs and petting, when he gets to strip out of all that gear and just head under the showers.

He likes to tip his head back and let the water run down his collarbone, sift through his hair and rinse the sweat of the game away; loves the hot water on his sore muscles and the feel of it as it slides in rivulets down his perspiration-sticky skin.

But what he loves best, though, is that even though he knows his other teammates are in the showers too, doing the same thing he is, Nick's not shy about this part, about surprising him with a rain of gentle kisses along the side of his neck, or the feel of Nick's hands as they skim down his torso over muscle and bone and come to rest on his hips.

Ozzie turns his head and lets his mouth find Nick's instinctively, without looking; Nick tastes like shower water and a little bit of soap. His kisses are soft, searching, no pressure; and after a game, a hard sixty minutes of play where pressure is everywhere, this exploration that asks nothing of him is welcome.

Nick kisses the same way he behaves as captain, easy and slow and reassuring. He never really needs to ream them when they play sloppy, just his quiet disappointment is enough; Oz loves this though, the feel of those lips-—slightly cracked from the hard game-—against his, the way that Nick never seems to be disappointed in him, even when he's the one who lost them the game.

Nick's hand creeps over away from his hip, finds his cock. He forms a fist slowly by closing his fingers around Chris's length, then tightening them gradually to increase the pressure and sensation. Oz pants, loud in his own ears, and Nick plasters himself to Chris's back, fitting them together so that he can grind his cock into the crease of Ozzie's ass as he begins to stroke up and down the length of Chris's dick.

The shower water sluices over them both and somehow the fact that his sweat is washing off his skin, and then travelling the leagues of Nick's skin before it drizzles down the drain, is impossibly intimate and erotic. It makes him feel closer to Nick than he ever thought possible; it's always like this, sharing water, sharing breath, sharing space; Nick's presence seeps into every pore and Chris tilts his head to slot into place against Nick's neck, making the kiss a little lopsided, but he rests his head at the juncture of neck and shoulder and explores Nick's mouth.

The word disappears, the sound of the water fading—drowned out by the soft hushed rasp of their laboured breathing—their teammates vanishing as if it's just the two of them in the entire world.

Nick's other hand is slick with soap and he passes it up and over Chris's torso; it makes Chris's breath catch and his head falls back, lips dripping with shower water as he loses himself to the sensations of Nick grinding into his ass, Nick's fist around his cock, Nick's breath in his ear, the water ratcheting up every iota of pleasure.

He manages to find Nick's mouth again, and smiles against the gentle firm feel of Nick's lips and his hips cant forward, his dick sliding soapy through the circle of Nick's fist. And Nick just works him through it, rubbing and stroking and bringing him closer to the edge of release, that sought-after and sometimes elusive place that brings him what he needs to finally put the game out of his head.

Yeah, he loves these times best, water running over them both, Nick's hands on him like he's the most precious thing in the world, the splash of Nick's come against his skin.

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