"Why are we here?" Robyn was his usual gruff self, even though we had beaten our provincial rivals on our own turf not two hours prior.
"Because." It was fun to bug Reg. It was too easy afterall. He just glared at me with those blue eyes of his. I knew he'd rather be at home watching the Royal Canadian Air Farce marathon on CBC, but New Years is special, and well...what would the guys say if we didn't at least show up for a bit. After all, everyone else had dragged their asses over here to Rhett's place. How would it look if two of the team's top d-men didn't show face. Besides, Rhett's parties are epic.
"Did you see Richie anywhere...he said he was going to be here." Reggie was back in big brother mode, and completely paranoid. I smiled and rubbed his shoulder.
"He's around, I saw him." I wasn't going to tell him that his innocent little brother was busy making out with Tony in the coat room. I love pushing my boy's buttons, but not that much.
Reg was breathing hard now, the same way he does on the ice when he's about to deck someone.
"I'll make you a deal, you stay with me here until midnight and give me a proper New Year's kiss and I promise we'll go home and try out that new toy you bought on Boxing Day." His eyes lit up the way they always do when I make naughty deals with him.
"I hate you."
"I love you too."
"God, Tony, I want you so bad." Richie's words were like silk against my skin as he sucked my pulse point, alternating flicking it with his tongue to drive me to the brink of insanity. I gripped him tight to me, my hands slid under his sweater to roam over his lean torso and explore the smooth skin where I could.
"I want you too....but..." Luckily it was dark in this room and I didn't have to look into those pale blue eyes of his and see the disappointment that was sure to be there.
"But what? Tone... c'mon. Everyone's too busy drinking in the Rec room. I bet no one has even noticed we've disappeared."
"Except for your brother..."
"Who cares about my brother?"
"I do. I have a spleen to keep intact." Richie giggled at my comment and slunk his way down my body. The buckle of my belt was quickly undone and I could feel his fingers sneaking under the waistband of my boxers to grip my hardening shaft.
"You worry too much, Tone." His lips silenced me with a searing kiss as he began to work my flesh, gripping and pulling on me with expert care.
Maybe I do worry too much.
It was weird but I could swear that Daymond is having a good time. Like, actually enjoying himself. I've never seen him grin so much in public. I'm both surprised and jealous that he was acting so jovial. Normally I have to basically weasel one of those kill-me-dead smiles or a laugh out of him. Well, not quite...but it really takes a lot to get that man to open up. But no matter, he's smiling and making really bad jokes with Rhett and Rom in the kitchen. And they're laughing too, which is surprising because my man's humor is drier than dry toast, I swear. But that's okay. I like dry toast, especially when I get to butter it up.
Now Rhett's telling another long fishing tale and Daymond is calling him out on it. There's no pulling that man's leg for anything, unless it's under the covers... and in that case, he is more than agreeable. Who knew he was such a cuddler?
And as if he's reading my mind, he's staring at me as I nurse my beer from my spot at the end of the living room couch, sucking me in with those hazel eyes of his. And right now I want nothing more than to feel the heated burn of his stubble brushing against my skin.
God, how much longer until midnight?
It's been a really great night so far. First a win, then an evening with the guys with my boyfriend at my side. New Year's is just minutes away and I can't wait.
Almost the entire roster came over, even Iggy and Tangs...who had reservations at some fancy schmancy restaurant downtown. My money is on Iggy having to convince Tangs to make an appearance here, and from the glazed over look on Alex's face and his kiss swollen lips upon arrival, I think Iggy did a damned fine job of it too.
Everyone seems to be just glowing tonight. Not sure what's more responsible for that, all the amounts alcohol being consumed or the win over the Oilers. Either way, it's fantastic.
Even Rom's grinning from ear to ear, and drunk, which is funny because if you couldn't understand him before...you sure's hell can't now. Not that I mind, I'm nearly there too.
Me and Rom were enjoying our little 'shoot the shit' fest in the kitchen up until Lanks totally cut down my story about how I caught that 30lb salmon while filming that fishing show. Normally I'd be more offended, but I'm pretty sure he was just looking for an excuse to leave so that he could enjoy some time with Lombo before we do the countdown. I still scratch my head as to how they ended up together, but then again, it's amazing how irresistible a little scruff can be. How else could I have roped such a fine piece of tail as Rom?
Speaking of Roman, he's taken advantage of the freshly vacated kitchen to come up behind me to massage my back. I closed my eyes and smiled, leaning into his touch as his hands worked magic on my sore shoulders.
"You know, Rom, it's almost midnight, maybe we should go get ready for the countdown..." I didn't want him to stop, but we were the hosts, "...we need to go do the countdown, so that all the boys can kiss their boys on time."
"And that would be a shame if we didn't let the boys kiss their boys on time." His hands left my back and snatched up his beer in progress.
"Let's go, it'll be fun. Now where did I put those paper hats?"
Just when I thought I had calmed Reg down, and liquored him up enough so that we could have a good time, Rhett just *had* to come around and hand out silly hats for the countdown.
I'm trying to not make fun of the paper sailor hat that Robyn is wearing, but it's hard. He looks so pissed. I've tried giving him a reassuring hug but I was met with the glare'o'death and a whispered 'I'm so getting you back for this' which means that I'm really going to have to make fun of him. Robyn's 'revenge sex' is always incredible, and it always gets me rock hard just thinking about what he'll do to me later in his primal alpha-male state of mind.
I adjust my paper cone hat and take another peek at the time. Less than ten minutes to go.
"Good God Richie..." I was still a bit breathless as I tugged up my boxers and zipped myself back up, Richie was kind enough to do up my belt for me.
"What, Tone, are you going to try and tell me that you didn't enjoy that?" It was dark but I could tell he was smirking, I could hear it in his voice.
"Are you kidding me? Of course I did...but did you *have* to make me cum twice? I'm the forty-year old geezer here, I thought you were going to leave me be after jerking me off. But nooo...."
"What can I say Tony, I love your cock."
"And I love your ass, which by the way, I get as compensation once we get home." He giggled, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Good, now let's go join the masses for the New Year's Countdown and pretend like we didn't just have sex on the bed with the coats." Having said that, I took a moment to finger comb my hair into a somewhat acceptable formation. Anything to look a little less 'freshly shagged'
Okay, this was bliss. I don't think I've ever spent a New Year's Eve so happily. There have been years at the clubs and bars, drinking myself senseless and making out with random guys, but this was different. This was special. Daymond had found his way onto the couch with me and I was now sitting in his strong lap, leaning back into his warm, broad chest.
I could do without the paper hats, but Lanks did look mighty adorable in the pirate hat he got. He grinned like a Cheshire cat when I asked him if he would do me the pleasure of 'shivering my timbers' later on.
And now we were just sitting here in mutual silence, just waiting for the clock to hit midnight so that I we can ring in the New Year with the taste of each other's lips.
It's finally here, we're a minute away from a new year. I'm giggling like an idiot as I do the countdown while wearing my dorky paper crown cause Rom in his own silly cone hat is repeating each second in Czech beside me, which really doesn't help anyone else since he's the only Czech on the team. But that's Rom.
I had to laugh because with about ten seconds left to go, Tony and Richie stumbled into the room suspiciously and no one seemed to notice besides Robyn in the far corner. Luckily whatever angry shouting he had planned on unleashing on our veteran forward was met with the steady pressure of Dion's lips kissing the life out of him.
Lombo and Lanks seemed to have also jumped the gun as Matty tossed Daymond's obtrusive pirate hat behind the couch and wrapped his arms around his man's neck and kissed him feverishly in the name of celebration.
With Robyn's attention now on the man kissing him breathlessly, Tony and Richie took the opportunity to give each other a quick kiss before sneaking out of the room again. I would have said something, but watching Tony act like a teenager is far too amusing.
What was also amusing is that while I had been too distracted by the events in the room to continue with my countdown, Rom had plugged away unfazed. When he was finished, which I knew only by him yelling out 'Happy New Year' in his drunken broken English, he pulled me into arms and gave me the softest, sweetest, most sensual kiss that I have ever had the pleasure of receiving. Even when he broke our embrace, his touch was still tender as his hands warmed the small of my back.
"Happy New Year, baby" I said with a big grin. God, this man made me so happy it was unreal.
"Happy New Year, Rhett. Now, can we get rid of our guests so that I can make it a *really* good New Year?" He ground his hips into mine for extra emphasis.
"As much as I'd like to Rom, considering that most of them are drunk and in no condition to drive, how about we go upstairs and lock the door and ring in the New Year the way we want to."
"Being locked in the bedroom with you does sound really good." Roman had that fiery look in his brown eyes, the look I couldn't resist and immediately made my dick grow hard.
"Thought so." I smirked and yelled out a joyous 'Happy New Year' that I'm sure fell upon deaf ears as Roman tugged me away from the room. Each of our guests seemed to be ignoring us so soundly that no one even stirred when we jaunted out of the room and headed for the stairs.
Happy New Year, indeed.