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[Pike]: Hey, are you going out tn ?
[Marleau]: Only if we go to my house after..
[Pike]: In your dreams.
[Marleau]: You weren’t so harsh last time we talked.
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It smells like men's deodorant, (and the lack of it) inside the Boston Bear’s locker room. The atmosphere is humid and the air tastes salty, yet sweet with sweat.
The best place to send a text you shouldn’t.
Marleau chuckles to himself at the thought of Pike reading that message in Pike’s separate locker room, where Pike is surrounded by teammates who, too, don’t know the little secret they share. He pictures Pike's expressive blue eyes widening as they absorb the text. Unsurprisingly, like any time he thinks about Pike, his imagination wonders—suddenly he's starting to get aroused .
“Fuck…” Marleau sighs to himself, yet a grin starts to take shape on his face. He puts the hand that's not holding his phone over his mouth to cover it, so his teammates don’t see the stupid grin he’s wearing or his flushed red cheeks.
Lately all he thinks about is Hayden, despite the fact they have only hooked up twice and texted less during these past five months—he can’t get those big blue eyes out of his mind.
He saw those same blue eyes all night; except, they were hidden by a visor and aimed down to focus on the puck.
Pike played like hell.
Marleau played with a need for contact.
He slammed Pike into the boards whenever he got the chance, each time Pike looked up at Marleau with the same icy glare.
Which fueled Marleau to want to slam him harder the next.
“ Why are you smiling, we lost to boring Canadians," Ilya groans, shoving gear into his bag.
Rozonov’s voice practically jolts him out of the trance he was under—Marleau closes his phone rapidly and throws it into his bag.
Marleau turns to look Ilya in the eyes as a smirk forms on his lips; now, he is determined to turn that depressing Russian frown into a smile.
“What?” Ilya asks.
Marleau doesn’t break eye contact, he holds the stare attempting to make Ilya break first.
Instead– he breaks, Marleau starts to laugh hysterically. He can't remember the last time he has genuinely laughed this hard.
It feels good.
“Sumasshedshiy… (crazy man) ” Ilya whispers to himself with agrin .
“ Wait..” Marleau says breathlessly as he reaches a hand out to pat Ilya on the shoulder,“ I am sorry Roz, you're clubbing tonight, correct?”
“ Da. How do you know this? You can come with me but I am also bringing Svetlana.”
Ilya almost ends the sentence there but what would be the fun in that?
“I like her more.”
This asshole.
Marleau hits Ilya casually on the back of the head: the way a teenage girl would hit her crush.
Ilya moves his hand to the spot that was hit as if he had been shot. He groans dramatically, his hand now massaging the place Marleau hit.
It's the performance of a lifetime.
“ Fine, Fine. I only say this because you are danger to my safety …” Ilya zips his bag, “I would be happy if you could come to club, ok?”
Then Ilya slaps Marleau back—harder.
The sound of the crisp slap echoes through the locker room.
The sharp pain from the slap woke Marleau up from whatever spell Hayden had put it under. Marleau winces then places his hand on the back of his head.
“ Whatever, text me the details!” he yells through his teeth as Ilya heads to exit the locker room.
The back of his head burns, and he is 90% sure there will be a handprint shaped bruise in the same spot tomorrow morning. He can feel his hot skin sting from the contact, he’s a tough guy but damn, that hurt.
“ Chudak!” Ilya replies hastily as he continues to walk out.
Weirdo
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Three hours later, the club pulses with bass and flashing lights. Bodies move shoulder to shoulder, heat rising from the crowd.
“ Marleau…” Hayden groans, “ I hate you and I am drunk.” Hayden chuckles, looking up at the 6’5 wall of a man above him.
Marleau looks down at Hayden. He—was drunk too, just better at hiding the fact that if he had one more shot he would forget every good decision that he has made.
“Easy there,” Marleau says. “You’re gonna fall over.”
Hayden squints up at him, poking his shoulder. “Why are you so tall? I’m six foot and a quarter. You’re like… six…six-five or something?”
“ Nah” Svetlana cuts in and swoops an arm around Hayden.“I think he's like at least 6 '6”, she uses her tippy toes to analyze Cliff’s structure as if he were on display .
Marleau chuckles, he's 6 '5 on the dot.
It always flatters him when people guess higher—of course Hayden didn’t guess higher.
Marleau scans Hayden's body, his eyes focus on Hayden’s wandering hand as it creeps down Svetlana’s dress and camps on lower back.
The same Hayden that was pressed under him less than a month ago, is now shamelessly flirting as if nothing happened.
“Ohhh you're hot,” Svetlana moans as she looks up at Hayden.
Hayden's lips curve up to form a stupid little smile, he's flattered. Svetlana chose to complement him despite there being the obnoxiously handsome Marleau standing in front of them.
.
She turns her eyes to Marleau, now squinting up at him “ proklyatiye (damn), you're hot too!”
Hayden and Marleau both didn’t know what to do with that.
Svetlana wraps both hands around Hayden, squeezing her long arms around his shockingly swole body.
Hayden lifts both of his hands up as Svetlana nestles her head into his pecs. He can feel Svet’s hair getting messy.
Should he be aroused or concerned?
Svet breathes Hayden in, absorbing the smell of his sweet, yet salty musk mixed with hints of maple scented cologne. Hayden’s tight athletic t-shirt clings to his body, allowing Svetlana to feel each individual muscle and hear the quickening beat of his heart.
Hayden looks up helplessly at Marleau, but their eyes don’t meet. Rather, Marleau's face contorts and resembles something in between a grin and grimace as he stares down at Svetlana.
“ Woah,” Hayden says breathlessly “ Svetlana… what are you doing?”
Svet stops, her body still presses into Hayden as she moves her head up to look at him. “Sorry, I am drunk and you smell good,”.
She pauses, squints her eyes and thinks of the perfect word to describe Hayden's intoxicating scent, “like… pancakes,”.
“ I love pancakes ,” Hayden whispers into Svetlana's ear, yet his eyes look at Marleau.
Svetlana removes herself from Hayden’s body.
“ Come back”, Hadyen reaches his needy hands out to press Svetlana back into him, he finds himself yearning for the feeling of warm skin on his.
The last he had been touched was by Marleau, almost a month ago. He misses the warmth of a body on his, the sizzling sensation of soft finger tips circling his skin, he misses waking up and not being alone. He tries to tell himself that he’s not ready to be in a relationship, but really he's scared of commitment.
He's scared of love.
Svetlana dodges Hayden’s outstretched arms and walks toward Marleau.
She nestles into Marleau's pecs, and has to stand on her tippy toes to reach his chest.
Jealousy bombards Hayden, his chest starts to burn as if someone has thrown a match in his stomach.
The fabric of Marleau’s wife beater is thin, almost translucent which allows Svetlana to get a good smell of him. Marleau smells like pine salt and a whisper of whiskey, he isn't wearing any cologne, yet smells like the scent brands have been trying to replicate for decades.
Hayden watches as one of Marlou’s big hands press her head down into the thin fabric of his shirt. She can feel his sweat on her skin.
Svetlana is having too much fun.
She takes another whiff, breathing Marleau in with all of her might.
“You.” she eagerly pushes Marleau with her index finger “ You, sir… somehow you naturally smell like the redwoods.”
Svetlana leaves to get another shot.
Marleau positions himself so that he is perfectly parallel with Hayden.
Together they make eye contact so intense that background blurs and the music mutes, till they can only hear the sound of each other's breath.
The beating of their own hearts.
And feel the space in between them.
“Pancakes.” Marleau scoffs and grins, his infamous, arrogant grin.
The grin that makes Hayden’s cheeks red and heartthrob.
Hayden decides to take a step forward in return; the sober part of him wants to retreat, the drunk part of him wants to throw himself on to Marleau. He decides to settle for a mix of both.
A step. One step forward.
Their breaths hitch, they are not touching but god did they want to.
A need so bad it could be mistaken for love.
Marleau looks down at Hayden's lips, those plump pink fuckers are begging to be kissed, to be touched, to be tasted.
“The redwoods.” Hayden mouths slowly—elongating every vowel “ Of course you, Cliff Marleau smell like the fucking redwoods”.
Marleau's expression melts instantly.
“Say that again,” he grunts, closing the space between him and Hayden.
Now, they were so close that they could feel each beat of each other's heart, and each droplet of sweat forming on the other person's skin.
“The redwoods? You weirdo–”
Now bending down to whisper in Hayden's ear Marleau interrupts,“ No, the part before that”
Hayden takes a moment—he knows exactly what Marleau wants him to say.
“....Cliff Marleau,” Hayden whispers, as if he had said something lewd, something forbidden.
Marleau slowly lifts Hayden's chin up to get a better view of Hayden’s gorgeous face. Hayden sheepishly looks up at Marleau, Hayden’s pupils are heavily dilated from the alcohol, he is taking slow and calculated blinks causing his long eyelashes to fan, and his cheeks glow red with desire.
He looks adorable.
Marleau hums, “ You know you're not as innocent as you look,”.
This comment makes Hayden burn.
“ Cliff Marleau, you flirting with me?” Hayden chuckles, not expecting an answer.
“ Yeah,” Marleau replies instantly.
“I am flirting with you, Hayden Pike.” He says this slowly, allowing each word to penetrate Hayden’s heart.
There is not a drop of sarcasm in Marleau's tone—for once he’s serious.
Hayden's eyebrows furrow together.
He likes Marleau, that he is sure of, he likes being with Marleau, he likes flirting with Marleau publicly; at this club, with Ilya god damn Rozanov not less than 600 feet away from them. This realization scares Hayden, what he and Marleau are doing is too intimate, it's too gay.
Hayden drunkenly stubbles back, in an attempt to retreat.
“ Woah, hold your horses cowboy,” Marleau catches Hayden with one arm. "Do you wanna go back to my place?
“ Yeah, we should talk,” Hayden mutters, purposefully focusing his eyes on his shoes.
Marleau realizes Hayden from his grip slowly.
The music swells again, the crowd presses around them, but something unknown has shifted. Something neither of them can pretend not to notice anymore.
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“ Mi casa es tu casa” Marleau says as he and Hayden enter his apartment.
“Holy shit Marleau, this is nice, like really fucking nice” Hayden exclaims— he’s genuinely surprised.
“Thanks Pike” Marleau says, cornering Hayden lightly, Marleau’s palm hits the wall behind them so there was nowhere for Hayden to hide. Hayden backs up further up into the wall, lightly hitting his back against it.
A beat.
“Bedroom is even nicer” Marleau whispers, bending down to lay kisses on Hayden's neck.
Marleau’s sudden touch shocks Hayden; he still wants to talk about their relationship; but, each kiss on his neck makes Hayden forget why he was opposed to this in the first place.
Marleau kisses strong, he doesn't suck Hayden’s neck because he doesn’t want to leave a mark. He trails hot messy kisses down around Hayden's neck planting them slowly.
Hayden doesn’t argue, he melts into Marleau’s touch. Each kiss causes heat to surge through him. His heart is pounding and he is certain Marleau can feel the throb of his hardening cock. Embarrassment prickles at his skin. He hated that Marleau had this effect on him, he hated how easily he submitted to Marleau, and how much he wanted Marleau to submit to him.
Marleau lightly nibbles on Hayden's ear, their breaths become shallow and heavy with drunken need.
“ I’ve missed you” Marleau confesses, he stops kissing Hayden and stands up straight, “ Have you missed me?.
Hayden looks up at Marleau through his eyelashes, smirking.
Of course Hayden had missed him—he just didn’t want to give Marleau the satisfaction of knowing that. So,he ignores the question. In one quick movement, he twists out from under Marleau’s arm, catching Marleau’s wrist and turning him around causing Marleau’s back to hit the wall. His seamless execution of the move excites him; however, he tries not to smile at his achievement.
“ What did you miss about me?” Hayden questions.
Marleau's face is mixed with lust and admiration for Hayden, he looks down surprised at how quickly the man almost 5 inches shorter had gained dominance. Hayden was showing off.
The atmosphere shifted, they both looked at each other, pupils dilated, eyes vulnerable with desire, yet they shared unspoken determination. A glint in their eyes that was the indescribable look of competition.
Hayden abruptly presses his body into Marleau's. He slams Marleau further into the wall and takes advantage of Marleau’s thick, offered thigh. Marleau is stronger than Pike yet easily complies with Pike's touch. The pressure from Marleau’s thigh on Pikes shifening cock causes him to groan against his will. He bites his lip and blushes. Fuck, Pike didn’t think he would be this sensitive.
Marleau notices Pike's sensitivity immediately and wants to see how quickly he can get Hayden’s demeanor to crumble. He wants to see Hayden unable to hold back, desperate for relief. They both know it won’t take long for them to stop holding back, their drunk and horny– a bad combination.
“I missed your big blue eyes,” Marleau lifts his thigh up and down, caressing Hayden’s bulge. He keeps piercing eye contact as he moves his leg, slowly applying more pressure.
“ Hmmmm” Hayden hums, looking up at Marleau with his mouth open and eyes burning with lust.
Haydens’s already given up, he needs this too bad and is tipsy enough to use it as a bullshit excuse.
“I missed your body,” Marleau adds.
Hayden pulls Marleau into a desperate kiss. Marleau breathes into Hayden, mouth open, inviting him to taste. He does just that, his tongue licks at Marleau's mouth with a shocking ferocity. Their lips fuse, kissing hot and sloppy. Hayden feels Marleau host him up with ease. He quickly gasps– separating their lips for a brief moment before bringing them back together. Hayden's arms wrap around Marleau's neck as his legs cling to Marleau’s torso.
He needed that comment. Hayden had a nice body—better than most players in the league. If it was anyone else but Cliff Marleau Hayden’t wouldn’t have been fazed about the compliment. But it wasn’t any one else, it was Marleau, who was one of the swollest guys in the NHL. Hayden wanted to get all of his clothes off now, he wanted to show Marleau his body, he wanted to feel Marleau’s hot wet kisses all over his bare skin.
It takes everything out of Hayden to separate the kiss. They both sit in silence for a moment to catch their breath. Hayden is chuckling, partially due to the fact he is shocked by how handsome Marleau is when he is like this, partially because he realizes how he is clinging to Marleau like a koala on a tree.
“Bedroom?” Hayden breathes, exasperated he rests his forehead on Marleau's shoulder and pats Marleau on the back.
“Yea,” Marleau agrees, shifting Hayden’s weight in his hands.
Marleau travels carrying Hayden down the haulway and into the bedroom which smells like a hotel room and cigarette smoke. His bed is poorly made, the sheets are wrinkled, slept in. Marleau carefully sets Hayden down with a quiet thud then turns to close the door behind them.
To his surprise when he turns back around he is met with the sight of a shirtless Hayden laying on his bed.
“ Someone’s eager?” Marleau jokes, leaning his back against the door to take Hayden in with his eyes.
Hayden is stunning.
Like obnoxiously gorgeous. Hayden’s light brown hair is partially damp with sweat, his abs are perfectly defined, his eyes are ocean blue, it's all so effortless.
“Shut up your running this,” Hayden mutters struggling with the zipper on his fly.
Marleau stands up and walks towards the bed as he takes his shirt off.
The sound of Hayden's jeans hitting the floor echoes through the room.
Marleau slowly crawls into the bed towards Hayden.
Marleau physically crawling to him was something Hayden had never pictured, now that it is happening he doesn't know how he could have lived without this image.
Hayden gulps and sits up straighter to spread his legs. Marleau rests his head on one of Hayden's muscular thighs and tentatively looks up, teasing him.
“Tell me how eager you are,” Marleau huffs, sliding one of his big hands back and forth up and down Hayden's tender thigh. Each motion causes Hayden to squirm, arching his back and shifting his weight.
“ Can you stop teasing me–” Hayden huffs, squeezing his eyes closed.
In his drunk mind Hayden came off as masculine and annoyed but in reality he sounded desperate. Hayden wants Marleau to suck is dick so badly that is all he can think about. He can feel pleasure bubbling in his stomach at each touch Marleau lays on him.
It's taunting.
“Look at me” Marleau commands now tugging at the waist band of Hayden's boxers.
Hayden's blue eyes dart open and shoot a glare down at Marleau, asking for mercy.
“How eager are you Hayden?” Marleau asks again, kissing Hayden's muscular thighs with one hand in Hayden's boxers.
“ I am eager—I am really fucking eager,” Haydens breath hitches,“ now can you please touch me?” he begs.
Marleau peels down Hayden’s boxers to reveal Hayden's hard throbbing cock. Heat surges through Hayden the second Marleau’s hand grips his thick pounding cock, his thighs tense around Marleau's head. He lets out a sound from within him that is a mixture of a whine and grunt.
“ Fuck, Pike I barely touched you,” Marleau whispers moving his hand up and down Haydens length.
Marleau put Hayden's legs on his broad shoulders and pushed Hayden into the back board. Marleau opens his mouth and begins to circle the slit of Hayden’s cock with his tongue. Marleau licks the head of Hayden cock carefully.
Hayden throws his head back and claws his hands into Marleau's thick black hair the second he feels the contact. He looks down at Marleau and is met with Marleau’s glossy, eyes almost black with lust. Marleau greedily takes Hayden an inch by a time, he maintains eye contact which causes Hayden to buck his legs.
Marleau spreads Hayden’s legs wider, not allowing Hayden to hide. He takes Hayden with ease all the way down to the root. Marleau’s head bobs up and down, gargling. He moans around Hayden’s cock each time he takes him farther down his throat.
Marleau likes seeing what he can do to Hayden, he likes to see Hayden's face twist with pleasure. He likes feeling Hayden's body react because of him.
His hands slide under Hayden to grip Hayden’s ass as he holds his mouth at the base of Hayden’s cock, choking it down.
“Jesus–Marleau,” Hayden groans, biting his lip and letting his eyes roll back in pleasure. He reaches a hand for the back board in an attempt to steady himself.
Hayden tenses “ Stop it, I am going to–”.
Then with one large ‘pop’ Marleau pulls his mouth off Hayden’s cock .
Getting edged almost made Hayden want to cry, yet soon he rememberes all the other things Marleau can do to make him cum later, which excites him to no end.
Marleau looks up at Hayden, wrecked. Saliva is all over his mouth, his eyes are glazed over and dark brown hair spiked with fluid.
“ I only stopped cause I still wanna fuck you” Marleau huffs wiping his slimey mouth with his hand.
Marleau leans forward to touch his nose to Hayden's, smirking proudly at the beautiful mess he has turned him into.
“ Holy fuck—your good at that”