4 comments/ 8661 views/ 20 favorites Eyes on the Ice By: EgyptOasis The following story is a work of fiction and intended for ADULTS ONLY. If you are not an adult or offended by descriptions of explicit sex, please read no further. This is a copyrighted work. Copyright 2014 by EgyptOasis. Reposting or any other use of this work is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder. DISCLAIMER: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome. I am currently looking for an editor who is up for all kinds of stories. If you have any suggestions or are personally up for the task, please email me or comment below. Enjoy! -EgyptOasis ***** I fell on my ass. Again. Never have I tried so hard at something yet continued to fail so miserably. The tricky thing is that I have no problems with the actual doing. It's the getting on that is the problem for me. You see, I'm learning to horseback ride. Once I'm on, I'm fantastic but half of the time I go to mount the horse I put a little to much force into my swing. Always a little to much or just a tad not enough. As frustrating as it may be, one day I will finally master it. Hopefully I can manage to find a western saddle though. Danielle competes in jumping and her fancy saddle is killing my ass. Finally we finished working with the horses and put them back in their stalls and slowly walked to her car. On the way to her house, where I had met her and left my car, she tried several times to spit out whatever she wanted to say. While I waiter for her to find the right words, I watched the hills roll past the window. "So..." Danielle said casually even though her body language said that she was any thing but calm. "You know how I love big cities right?" "Yeah, you love Chicago. You went there over the summer." "I was amazing and I've been begging to go back. My mom finally agreed to let me go without them." "Nice! I'm sure you'll have a great time. Just don't get lost or anything. Oh! And take mace. You know. Cause it's Chicago." "Well, see. About that. I told her you were coming with me." "You what! I can't believe that you told your parents that without even asking me!" "This is me asking! Look, the hotel and the train tickets are already paid for and we're both on breaks for thanksgiving so we don't have classes to miss. Please, it will be fun for both of us." One thing that I learned at a very young age, was never turn down free. It doesn't matter what's free, you always say yes. There are only three exceptions. One. Food from people you know can't cook worth a damn. Two. Drugs and open drinks from a stranger (Common sense here people). Three. Actually, I guess there is only two. Needless to say a paid for trip to Chicago (A city I loathe) didn't exactly fit the bill for either of those two, prompting my reluctant answer. "Fine," I sighed. "When to we leave?" Danielle looked at me with a huge smile on her face while she tried to contain her excitement. "We leave in two days! Right before fall break," And with that she sped home to reassure her mom that I was down for the trip. ———————————————— "Museums? Seriously? We're on our way to Chicago and you're planning out the museums that we're going to visit." "Yes!" Danielle looked at me incredulously from her train seat. "I didn't get to see everything I wanted last time was here. Hence one reason why I wanted to come back." "Fine. But if I do your thing then you have to take some time to do mine. We're here for ten days, we can work it all in." Trying to be the sensible one here and manage to talk her into saving enough time to actually have some real fun, I started looking for places to go once the sun went down and the museums closed. Needless to say, thank God we we're both 18. "Deal." She agreed and after that we rode the rest of the train ride out in relative silence. ———————————————— "What the fuck is Jake doing here?" I turned and asked Danielle when I saw him raise his hand and call out to us in Grand Central Station. "I kind of told him that we were coming here and he was close to Chicago so he came." "And you weren't going to tell me!" "I knew you would get mad!" "Why the hell would I want to be the third wheel to one of my best friends and my ex-boyfriend! No one wants to do that!" "I'm sorry, but I can't really send him away now. He already bought his room. Please, just get through it for a few days and then you can meet Miranda for the hockey game and ditch me. Hockey isn't really my thing anyways." "Fine. I'll stay with you until Miranda comes." See, my best friend Miranda is a huge Chicago Blackhawks fan. She entered a contest a few months ago where several winners were chosen to go to a home Blackhawks game and meet their favorite players, as well as have reserved seats in the heart of the Blackhawk's fan section. Fortunately for me she was given two tickets and I happen to be the person she's bringing. The game she gets to go to was a Blues Blackhawks game, which was great for me given the fact that I am a die hard St.Louis Blues fan. "Thank you so much! I promise you wont regret it!" ———————————————— I regretted it. I don't really have anything against Jake. Sure, he's my Ex but I'm perfectly capable of being friendly. It was Danielle that I currently had a problem with. We were two hours into our Chicago adventure and I ended up being stuck in the shotgun seat of the taxi while they lounged in the perfectly spacious back seat. Then we got to the hotel and I was told that I'd have a room to myself since she planned on staying in Jake's room the whole time. Well, I wasn't going to be a cock blocker so I went with it against my better judgement. The first night we went to a fancy restaurant. By fancy, I mean that the food was expensive and it wasn't enough to feed a mouse. But her daddy's credit card was paying the bill so I wasn't going to complain. However, after dinner when the cute couple decided to go to go to some theater show, thats where I called it quits. "You know, I'm really tired. I couldn't sleep very well last night to I'm just going to turn in early." "Are you sure? The tickets are fairly cheap for the show and tonights the last night for it." "Yeah, I'm sure. You guys have fun." "We will! Night!" Danielle said before she waived and turned to leave. I watched them until they walked around the street corner, his arm slung over her shoulders. I walked in the other direction with no intentions of going back to that damn hotel. It was still light enough outside that the streets were fairly devoid of criminals and deviants. As I walked under the street lights and further down the road I started following the noise. When I got closer I was able to figure out that the noise was music and it soon became rock music. I turned the street corner and found myself next to a bar crawling with people. The line was so long that there was no way I was getting in there before the set was done. I crept back into the shadows and sulked around to the side. As I was walking closer to the side door, it was thrown open and dull light spilled out into the ally. A man walked out, yelling at someone behind him. "Get your ass back in here Stan! You've already had you break for the night!" A women yelled at him. "Do you want Don to know that you left last week to have a quick fuck your boyfriend in the back of his car while you were supposed to be taking inventory?" "Make it quick! Jack ass." I heard her mutter under her breath. While they were distracted with each other, I had snuck closer to the door. "Leave the door open for me Janie!" "Yeah, whatever." She leaned down and propped the door open with a small stick. If I hadn't known that it was open i doubt I would have noticed the faint beam of light slipping through. I waited until I knew Janie was gone and saw the cherry light up on Stan's cigarette until I quickly opened the door and slid inside, careful to keep the stick in place. I was in a hallway with wood paneling on the walls and wooden floors. It was fairly dark, but lit well enough to see that I'd found the restrooms. I summoned my courage and walked towards the music and the flashing lights of the bar. On the stage was a local band that was growing in promise and was beginning to catch some select nation wide attention. A mosh pit of people, mainly girls already half-undressed, filled the floor. Booths and tables lined the outside of the floor with a bar straight a crossed from me. Fewer and fewer people walked in and I knew the club was close to capacity. Most men immediately went right, heading straight for the bar while the girls threw themselves into the growing sex pit. I made my way along the outside of the room, feeling a little out of place in my cut-off army green shorts and white t-shirt. Thankfully the shorts were short and the shirt was tight, the flip flops however didn't really help me out much. I found a seat on an abandoned barstool and turned my attention to the band. Rock music is my thing. I love it, breathe it, but I can't play it to save my life. And these guys were killing it. Soon I was getting as into it as everyone else, but I was still enjoying it from my perch at the bar. The bartender had already come by and was now back to refill my coke. Yes, just a simple coke-a-cola. I was so focused on the band that I didn't notice that I was no longer alone over by the bar until I received a sharp elbow to the shoulder by a bottle blonde bitch. "Watch it would you?" She turned and smirked at me. With the amount of makeup caked on her face I highly doubt that she could se me through the shit on her eyes. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the stage. The girl, which had turned into girls due to her fellow barbie sluts, didn't get the picture however. They were drunk and apparently all very into the poor guy who occupied the stool next to me. They were crowded so thick around this guy that I couldn't even see what the hype was about. Something he said, or rather slurred, somehow reached me through the wall of bimbos. "Do any of you know me? Know me. Or am I just the catch of the night?" Damn this guy was trashed. Some of the girls went on with their whorish ways but I couldn't stop thinking about what he'd said, even if it was something he'd only said in his drunken stupor. More and more drinks were ordered for him and his harem until he tried to get off the stool. The band had quit playing about five minuted ago and I was finishing off my coke to leave. The barbies clung to him until he pushed one off and called them vultures. I had to laugh because wasn't I just thinking the same thing all night? I saw the top of his head jerk towards me over the shoulder of one of them. He said something about his car and I realize that he planed to drive himself home. I pushed my way through the bitches with a little more force than necessary. I threw a glare over my shoulder and they got the hint. That mixed with his refusals and they knew that they each had t find another dick to jump on for the night. I held my hand out to him when he pulled his keys out of a pocket in the universal sign of "hand 'em over". To my surprise, he did. "Where do you live?" I asked him without looking up. Nothing. He said nothing. Finally I looked up at him and was amazed at what I saw. A thick head of blonde hair sweeping down to his eyebrows. The most striking pair of blue eyes I've ever seen were perfectly placed on a flawless and tan face. I made myself put on a mask of indifference as I asked again. "Where do you live? I'm taking your drunk ass home." He pulled out his wallet and handed it to me. I read the address and put it in my phone for GPS. With his wallet back in his pocket, I put his arm over my shoulder to help hold him steady as we walked out the side door to find his car. After aiming the automatic lock control button at over a dozen cars I finally found his. The car, or rather truck, fit him. It was a beat up black pick-up with two doors and an old stereo. Once I finally got him inside the truck, I climbed into the drivers seat and took off down the road. HIs building was nice. Amazingly nice. I pulled into the spot he told me too and looked over at him. He looked ready to lose it all on the inside of his clean-for-a-guy truck. I ran around to his side and helped him out. We walked into the building and Adonis slurred his flat number to me and we made our way up on the elevator. When we were finally inside I realized that there was no way I was going to be able to leave him. He stumbled into a bedroom and promptly passed out. I've drank enough to know about the pending trips to the porcelain throne and I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that I'd left a drunk guy to possibly choke on his own vomit. So I spent the night on the couch. I could have crawled into bed with Adonis, but the guy was huge. He had corded muscles on his arms, across his chest, and throughout his legs. The way he passed out on the bed left no room for cuddling. I grabbed the second pillow on the bed and found a blanket and prepared for the most awkward morning of my life. ———————————————— When I woke up, the flat was still silent. I made my way to the kitchen and started a cup of coffee. At some point in the night I woke up and realized that I was insanely uncomfortable in my shorts and t-shirt. I'm not ashamed to admit that I borrowed a t-shirt from this guy. So there I stood wearing nothing but my underwear and his t-shirt in the middle of his kitchen cupping a mug of hot black coffee. About five minutes past until I finally realized that I wasn't alone in the room anymore. In the doorframe stood a very tall and a very shirtless Adonis. My eyes roamed his body as I felt his do the same to me. His chest was broad and hairless save for a trail to the land down under. He had a black celtic tattoo on the top of his right pec trailing over his shoulder and down to the middle of his bicep. We both looked up and our eyes connected. His were crystal clear, unlike last night, and I was frozen by them. Until he smirked. "I made coffee, I figured you might need it." He said nothing as he walked towards the pot and poured himself a cup. I watched him as he leaned on the counter and looked like he was trying to figure out some sort of puzzle. I put it together when I saw him eye his t-shirt, my bare legs, and sleep mused hair. Not feeling exactly generous, I decided to mess with this guy for a little bit before I told him that we didn't even share the same bed last night. "Last night was exhausting. I didn't even know a person could bend like that. I'm sure you slept just as good as I did once you caught your breath. Maybe your stamina could use some work." With each sentence, his eyes grew wider and I took mercy. "Calm down, we didn't sleep together. I know I'm not a fucking Barbie but damn, I'm not that bad!" From the look on his face, he was finally getting his shit together. "Shit, I'm sorry." He ran a hand through his golden hair and looked nervous, like he wasn't sure how to word what he had to say next. "I made a bet with my best friend that I wouldn't fuck any one night stands until New Years." "A bet made you freak the hell out like that? Sure." His eyes were so expressive but he was very good at hiding it. I could see every flicker of indecision battle with what looked like determination before a wall slammed down and shut me out from this thoughts. "I remember telling all of the puck bunnies no, but I don't remember them ever going away. I remember being in my truck, but not driving. And I remember waking up in my bed, but I was alone." "I sent them away, I drove you home, and I slept on the couch. Anymore memory blanks I need to fill?" "Why did you stay?" The look in his eyes was something I could not decipher. It looked like hope, fear, and something I couldn't name. It disappeared too quickly for me to figure it out. "I was scared that you would asphyxiate." He gave me a blank stare. "Choke on your own vomit." "Oh. Well, thank you. What do you want?" "Want?" "For your trouble. Everyone wants something." "Not everyone." I left my mug on the counter and walked out. Grabbing my clothes as I did. I was keeping the shirt. I knew I'd never see him again. ———————————————— "Blake! Hurry up, we're going to miss the beginning of the show!" "Damn. I'd hate to miss that." I muttered as Danielle yelled at me from up ahead. Finally I picked up my pace and we made our way to the theater when the lights dimmed and the drama began. Once the lights dimmed I leaned towards Danielle only to discover that Her and Jake were in the middle of a rapidly heating kiss. I rolled my eyes and focused my attention on the stage, waiting for the moment that they decided to breathe again. I knew a third of the way into that thing that I would look back on it and describe it as one of the most boring events of my life. At least thats what I believed until I felt a new presence on my left side as I leaned over the balcony rail where I had snuck off too. "Sometimes the best part isn't watching the play. It's about watching the people who'll never know your there." I kept my face trained on the stage, but looked at Adonis out of the corner of my eye. "The people in the audience show their true selves in how they react to what happens on stage because they know that they aren't the ones on the slide under the microscope." For the next half an hour we watched the audience. We pointed out the funny people, the people flirting with men that weren't their spouses, those who looked just as miserable as we were until we found out balcony. It was impossible not to laugh when the man next to me held a sense of humor twin to my own. When the play reached it's end, we were both reluctant to leave. I think we both knew that we we had just shared would be lost once we stepped out to where the real word was waiting. Our eyes met and held until he nodded and turned towards the door. "Blake." I said, surprising myself. He turned around and waited for me to continue. "My name's Blake." He stared at me for a handful of seconds before he took two quick strides and pulled my face into his hands. His lips met mine for a kiss that was all too brief. The moment before he pulled away and left the room without another word, I felt a name whispered on my lips. "Luke." ———————————————— "You don't want that one. The color is all wrong, if you put that vas in direct sunlight it will throw off the entire feel of the room." The deep voice said from over my shoulder. I spun around to see Luke blocking out the sun. Danielle talked me into going with her and Jake to an open air market bazar. They ran off together to some darker corner, leaving me to fend for myself among the endless rows of vendors. I was at a vas stand, browsing out of sheer boredom when Luke found me. "How did you know I was here?" I asked him. I was stunned to see him again. I figured that once was an accident, twice was luck, but three times? It was starting to seem like fate. "I didn't, I was drug here by my friend and his fiancé. Apparently if he has to be miserable, I do to. Which isn't fair in my book since he's a shoo-in to get laid when we get back." I raised an eyebrow at his last comment. My question went un-asked as he said, "No fiancé or girlfriend to drag me to this shit so they feel obligated to fill that roll." Single. It's the small miracles that a person needs to be thankful for. "How mad will your friends be if you leave?" He glanced over his shoulder, looking back at me smugly. He pointed his thumb over his shoulder at two people so immersed in each other the world could have passed them by and said, "I don't think they will notice my absence. Come on." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out through the crowds. People seemed to part for him, like Moses and the red sea. Almost like he had this natural presence that all people picked up on and respected. Eyes on the Ice It felt like I was nearly jogging to keep up with his long-legged strides. We reached the outside edges of the market and Luke pulled us to the right. He pulled his hat further down onto his head while he reached to his back pocket for his dark sunglasses. The ends of his blonde hair stuck out from the bottom of his Chicago Bears ball hat as we walked further down the street. We turned the street corner and I found myself being pulled into a small family run diner. Luke got us a table and we settled into one of the easiest conversations I've ever had. Words flowed so freely between us as we sat in the small mom and pop restaurant. "How did you know this place was even here? It's so far from the main roads," I asked Luke after we had finished eating. "I used to work here for years, this is my part of town," he told me while we waited for the waiter to bring us our checks. This was the closest he had told be about where he was from. I knew he was from Chicago and he still lived here, obviously, but that was all I knew about his life. I knew all of the random facts about him, like the fact that his favorite color is white, his favorite animal is a wolf, and his favorite book is Paradise Lost. What I didn't know was his age, what he did for a living, or his last name. But it didn't really matter to me. I felt like I actually knew the guy regardless of the lack of that information. He was a good guy and I had already decided that I wanted to spend the rest of my time in Chicago with him. When the waiter came to clear our plates he handed the check to Luke. I opened my mouth to tell the waiter that we were on two separate checks, but before the waiter noticed my urge to speak Luke kicked my foot underneath the table and raised an eyebrow at me when I glared back at him. The waiter noticed our exchange and smirked at Luke before walking away with his black credit card. Luke paid for me whether I liked it or not and soon we were back outside, walking the streets of Chicago. Luke took me to amazing local shops and boutiques and he picked up quickly that I have a thing for antiques and vintage. We spent hours window shopping, until the sunset and the shop doors were closed. ———————————————— The temperature had dropped during the day, making it a typical October night. When the chill had blown in, Luke reached over and grabbed my hand to pull me closer. I spent the next several moments after that looking at our entwined fingers as we walked down the less crowded roads. The warmth from his palm radiated into me until I was impervious to the cold. Never before had I felt something so amazing just from touching someone else's hand. Luke took a deep breath and turned to me, "What are you doing for the rest of the night?" I stayed silent for a few steps, thinking about how I would spend the night alone. Before I could answer that I didn't know what I was doing, my phone went off. I reached my right hand to pull my phone out of my back pocket while my left hand still held his. Danielle had texted me to let me know that she and Jake had found some last minute tickets to a museum exhibit, but they were only able to get two. I was on my own again tonight, but I didn't have to be. "Im not doing anything. My friends went to an exhibit, so it's just me tonight." "Stay with me." I raised an eyebrow at him and waited for him to elaborate. "I mean, just come back my to my apartment. We can watch movies or order dinner. I won't pull anything on you unless you ask me too. I swear." I was stayed silent until he opened his mouth again to speak when I interrupted him. "Okay." "Really?" The look on his face was almost comical. Like saying yes was the last thing he expected me to do at that moment. "Great!" He gave me a blinding smile, "I'm this way." His hand gripped mine tighter as he pulled me towards downtown Chicago. ———————————————— He opened the door for me when we reached the front of his building. He pulled off his Bears hat and tucked his sunglasses inside of his black leather jacket once we were inside of the lobby. Even though the sun had set about an hour earlier Luke had kept his sunglasses on. The same man who had nodded to me when I helped Luke home the other night smiled at us now. "Don't let this one go Mr.Luke. She's one of the good ones," the old man said. Luke laughed and his eyes met mine as he replied to the man, "I don't plan on it. I'm her's for as long as she wants me." I was speechless. I let him lead me to the elevator and once we got inside I turned to face him. I looked up at him only to find him looking down, watching our hands. I squeezed his hand in mine and his eyes blue eyes looked into mine. The look in them made me forget about questioning him on what he had said in the lobby. There would be a time for that later. Once we go into his apartment, which was huge by the way, he gave me a tour. Sure I had already been there before, but it felt nice to have him show me around as a welcomed guest. We ordered from 'the best local pizza place in all of Chicago' according to Luke and began an X-men movie marathon while we ate. Half of the way through "Origins: Wolverine" (our second movie of the night) I gave up on being subtle. If he wouldn't come on to me unless I asked him too, then so be it. I'd had enough of him lazily tracing circles on my shoulder while I was slowly burning from the inside out. We had been sitting the same way we had been walking, with him on my left. The only difference was that his arm was slung over my shoulders to hold me tucked into him. I threw my leg over his and held myself over his lap. His hands wrapped around my waist and he pulled me down to sit on him. His eyes darkened at he watch me lower my head and lean in. My lips gently touched his until he raised his hands from my hips and put one on my lower back whir threading the other through my hair. His mouth pressed back against mine with fervor as our kiss deepened. His tongue outlined the part of my lips until I opened my mouth to let him in. Our tongues tangled as we both couldn't get enough of the other. He tasted like perfection and I knew I could never get enough. Luke tightened his hold only hair and pulled me even closer into him. With his body so firmly pressed against mine, I could feel every muscle coil and flex as we lost ourselves in the kiss. I felt his hand run up the side of my ribcage and noticed for the first time that he had me on my back, pressed into the couch. I arched my back under the touch of his hands, only to grab the from of his shirt to pull him down for another kiss. Just a kiss wasn't enough. I wanted—needed—to feel his skin against mine. I was afraid that I might combust if I didn't. The heat that had formed between my thighs found a way to spread outward, warming my entire body. Desperately, I pulled at the hem of his t-shirt until he understood what I want. It didn't take very long before he was pulling mine off and throwing it to join his on the floor. Hid hand slid up my side until he reached the side of my breast. He paused and looked down at me, waiting for my permission. I nodded my head and reached up to thread my fingers through his hair and bring him down to me for a heated kiss. I made quick work of removing my bra once he had unhooked it. He caressed my bare chest with his rough hands and my nipples instantly hardened into peaks as he rubbed them between his fingers. While one hand continued to memorize every inch of my chest, the other moved lower until his fingers brushed my waist band. My hips lifted of their own accord, desperate for his touch. Once he acknowledged my approval, my jeans were off in seconds and my panties shortly followed. Luke's hand slid down between my folds and his expert fingers began to play with my clit. Never had anything made me feel so alive or allow such pleasure. While his thumb rubbed my clit he sank one of his long fingers into me. The first finger was quickly joined by another as he pushed them in and out of my heat. His thumb was replaced by his mouth as his fingers continued to move to the rhythm he had set. His tongue ran along my clit and sent my hips bucking off of the couch. With his fingers rubbing my inner most parts and his lips around my clit, my body was forced of the edge of the cliff and I plenty ready for more. Luke and I worked together to remove his jeans and I pulled down his black boxer briefs as he reached into his wallet for a condom. He rolled it onto himself, but paused to look down at me. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked me. The fact that he was still concerned about me and willing to put himself through physical pain if I decided that this wasn't what I wanted, only solidified my decision. "Yes. Always. My answer with you will always be yes," I breathed. He nodded once and lined himself up with me. With one forearm braced next to my head and the other hand on my hip, Luke gave me a passionate kiss as he thrust forward and filled me completely. I hadn't paid attention to his size while I was so focused on undressing him, but now that he was in me I could feel how big he was. Luke held himself still for several moments to allow my body to adjust, but it was a few moments to long for me. I lifted my hips to meet his and we began to move in perfect rhythm with each other. Never before had something felt so right or so perfect from the very beginning and I knew he felt it too. There was push and pull, give and take, the exact amount of passion needed for the explosion that we were. The friction between us grew as his thrust became harder and deeper as I continued to lift my hips to meet him. I felt his body strain on top of me while the tension within me cooled even tighter. His mouth caught mine as he hit that one special spot within a woman's body. I was thrown over the edge, calling Luke's name as if he was my only saving grace. My climax drew Luke over the finish line as he shuddered for a final time above me, before his body collapsed onto mine. He rolled to the side, removed the condom, and pulled my limp body up against his. He covered us with a blanket, long forgotten on the floor, his arm wrapped around my waste my back was pressed against his front and I was asleep before I could hear him murmur sweet words and promises in my ear. ———————————————— I woke up cover up to my shoulders by a blanket that smelt like man in a place that I knew nothing about. Then I felt the warm solid body behind me and knew it wasn't all a dream. I had had sex with Luke and then we cuddled on the couch together. I was almost surprised that he didn't make me dress and leave like most guys who look like him would do. But from everything I'd seen of Luke, he wasn't like most guys. Not his physical attributes, although quite impressive, but his heart and his personality. He was an all around Mr.Perfect. I was shaken out of these thoughts as the hand on my waist tightened and a pair of lips pressed to the back of my neck. I immediately became aware of the hard length pressed firmly against my backside. "It seems like you have quite the problem there," I told Luke teasingly in a voice rough from sleep. "If it's a problem, then I can't wait for the solution." He smiled wickedly at me before giving me a kiss that led to much, much more. ———————————————— We didn't leave the apartment until six hours later after being completely sated and making love in three other spots throughout his house. Including the bedroom, shower, and the kitchen counter. Who knew how sexy a man could be in the kitchen? I couldn't keep my hands off of him, so needless to say lunch was burned and food was our reason for leaving the euphoria of the morning. I called Danielle and told her that I was okay and was going to do my own thing for the rest of the trip. Her and Jake seemed okay with that as I wasn't the third wheel anymore and they didn't have to worry about me. I knew that with Luke I was in very capable hands. We spent the next five days together. He insisted that I bring my suitcase to his place, so that's what I did. I kept the hotel room, however, for when Miranda met me in Chicago for the hockey game. My days with Luke consisted of him showing me his city, amazing local food, amazing sex, spending every night with him in his bed, and waking up to gentle kisses over all the parts of my body. The day Miranda arrived came way too fast. Not that I didn't love seeing my best friend, but it meant that my time with Luke was almost over. I packed my suitcase and headed for the door of his flat. He followed me out of the bedroom, still lacking a shirt from our last escapade. Thankfully he had put on jeans because I was already late enough as it was. He leaned against the doorframe as he watched me do a second scan of the living room to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. "What are you and Miranda doing today?" He asked me while I was looking around the room. I had purposely avoided the topic of hockey with him because I desperately wanted to forget the fact that he was probably a Blackhawks fan. Sure, he didn't have any sports memorabilia in his house but that didn't mean he wasn't a fan. Dating a Blackhawks fan was the one thing I had sworn I would never do. Hating the Blackhawks was something that was bred into me and when it came to hockey, all bets were off. Even Miranda and I's friendship is put on hold when the Blues and Hawks play each other. "She loves Chicago so chances are that we'll wander around the city and because it's Miranda we're probably going to get lost and whined up having some crazy story to tell about it. Then tonight we're going to the hockey game." "The hockey game?" Luke's head shot up at the mention of the sport. While we may not have talked about hockey, he was well aware of the fact that I hated the Blackhawks, which is one of the reason why I believed he was perfectly okay avoiding the subject. "Yeah, Miranda and I have tickets. She's a huge Blackhawks fan. The only reason she's here is for the game," I said as I walked closer to him. "So you're going to be at the game tonight." "Yes..." I said slowly, "I am going to be at the game tonight. I will be a lone Blues fan in the middle of Blackhawks territory. I might start a fight for the hell of it, who knows?" The look in his eyes scared me because of the panicked look they held. "Hey, whats so bad about me going to the game?" I asked him as I put a hand on his solid bare chest. He put his hand on mine and placed them both over his heart. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong with you going to the game. I'm sorry, I got lost in my head for a second." He leaned down and kissed me. Before I had the chance to breathe again I was on my back, pressed against his bed. Luke stripped me of my clothes as I hastily tried to tug down his jeans until he took mercy on us both and finished the job of removing them. Our motions were frantic as we each took everything that the other had to offer. Luke pounded into me while I lifted my hips off of the bed to meet each and every driving thrust. I rode the wave up higher and higher until my climax overtook me and I was drowning in pleasure. Luke shuddered and collapsed, rolling over and pulling me onto his chest.I rested my head on his shoulder over his tattoo and looked up at him while he smiled lazily. "If you keep looking at me like that, you're going to be even more late meeting Miranda," Luke said, his smile turning catlike and predatory. "Oh shit!" I jumped out of the bed and ran around the room trying to find all of the scattered pieces of clothing. I called Miranda and told here that I was on my way to meet her at the station. After pulling on my boots and grabbing my suitcase I called to Luke saying that I'd call him after the game. I threw myself out the door and listened to his laughter as the elevator doors closed. ———————————————— Miranda and I went to the game early for the special "meet and greet" with a few of the players. There were several other fans all lined up outside of the doors where the event was taking place. Miranda, like everyone else in the room but me, was wearing her favorite Blackhawks player jersey. While she was sporting a #39 Jason Grant jersey, I was proudly representing my St.Louis Blues. If I had to be in Chicago meeting 'Hawks players you can damn well be sure that I was wearing blue. Finally, the doors opened and the winners, and their guests, were let in. Players were all over the room, talking and laughing and mingling with the fans. Cameras flashed as everyone was taking pictures with their favorite players and idols. While Miranda was talking to one of the newer players on the team, I scanned the room looking for any hint of salvation from this black and red hell. My job for the time being was to take pictures of the best night of my best friends life. Miranda called my name to take her picture with whoever had just walked over. I turned back to face her and I came face to face with the one person I was not expecting. Judging from the look on Luke's face I don't really think he was expecting to see me either. Luke broke eye contact first and turned to face Jason Grant, whom Miranda was currently staring at speechless. I pinched the underneath of her arm and she finally was 'un-starstruck'. I took my que from Luke and acted like we were complete strangers. I'm not going to lie, his attitude shift really hurt. Unwilling to look at him while he was talking to Miranda and Grant, I looked at the players around the room. My complete lack of Blackhawks player knowledge was becoming quite apparent. I knew a grand total of three players names and the rest of them were completely lost on me. They were Blackhawks so I just didn't care. I was wondering why Luke didn't tell me that he'd be at the game tonight and that he'd won the contest when Miranda grabbed my arm. I quickly shifted my focus back to her and the two men in front of us. "Blake, I need you to take the picture," Miranda said, standing in-between Luke and Grant. I thought 'why the hell is she taking a picture with Luke, he's just another winner' while I took their picture. "It was nice meeting you Miranda," Luke said as he shook her hand. "I think a girl wearing my jersey deserves a hug," Grant said as he pulled Miranda in. "It was great meeting you both. Maybe we can convince you to join the dark side after we play a kick-ass game," Grant said as he winked at me and him and Luke walked away. "I can't believe that we just met Jason Grant and Luke Warren! And he hugged me! He actually hugged me!" Miranda raved, completely freaking out over meeting her favorite player. "Luke Warren?" I was starting to get uncomfortable with the information that I was beginning to put together. "Yeah, Luke Warren. One of the best players for the Blackhawks, except for Grant of course. This is his fifth year on the team, plus he's insanely attractive." While Miranda continued talking, I looked over her shoulder at Luke and my eyes focused on the letters 'Warren' stitched across the back of his game jersey. As if he felt his eyes on me he stopped and glanced back at me. As impossible as his emotions were to read, I could see this one clearly in his eyes and written all over his face. He was sorry. ———————————————— The game went as Grant had predicted. Chicago won 2-1 and the entire place went crazy except for the few Blues fans like myself. But I was glad that Miranda got to see her team win in the home town rink like she'd always wanted. My eyes never left Luke during the game. He skated with an ease and natural grace that showed the world that hockey was what he was born to do. Girls and women of all ages swooned throughout the entire arena when his gaze was cast anywhere near their direction. No matter how much I wished it wasn't true, I was one of them. Eyes on the Ice When the stands began to clear, Miranda and I hung back so we could miss most of the crazy people traffic trying to get out of the building. As we were leaving, a few players came back onto the ice to do some post-game interviews. Luke was one of the players being interviewed since he scored the second hawks goal of the night. We were too far to hear, but close enough to read his body language. He held his back ram-rod straight and never let his eyes wander from the interviewer. Once the questions were all answered satisfactorily, Luke turned to face us. Luke nodded his head towards the entrance onto the ice. I still couldn't believe that after everything, he didn't tell me. It's not like I ever expected marriage or even a long-term friendship for that matter, but he knew what were some of the most important things to me. Honesty was one of the most important. Sure, I had said that I never wanted to get involved with a Blackhawks fan and him being a player was 10x worse but if he meant enough to me I could get over it. I didn't know his reasons for what he did and I didn't care. At least I tried to convince myself that I didn't as I shook my head and turned around to leave the rink. I wish I could say that I held my head high and never looked back, but that wouldn't be the truth. I looked over my shoulder as I drug Miranda out. Luke hadn't moved from his spot on the ice as he stared at me until we pushed passed the curtain to exit the stands. ———————————————— "What the hell was that!" Miranda yelled as she swung around to face me once we were outside of the arena. "Not here," was all I told her. "That was not normal in there, somethings up. I know you." Unfortunately she knew me very well. "Miranda. Not now, I can't. Please," I begged her, "I can't." She took one look at me and dropped it. She nodded and grabbed my elbow and together we walked down the road to our hotel to change for a night on the town. My mind wandered between what Miranda was saying and the look on Luke's face as I left. I knew that no amount of time would ever wash away that memory. I'm not an emotional person. Feelings that I have stay locked deep down where they can stay guarded and safe, but Luke broke through the stone walls within a few days. In the back of my mind I knew I shouldn't have pushed him away. I should have listened to him and gave him a chance, but I couldn't listen to that little voice because that would mean that I had just made the biggest mistake of my life. As our time in Chicago came to a close I knew I had to leave all thoughts of Luke in his town. Unfortunately it was easier said than done. ———————————————— Three weeks went by. Three weeks of acting like my life was how it'd always been. Three weeks of pretending that I hadn't fallen in love with Luke. Three weeks of denying the fact that that I'd made the biggest mistake of my life. Three weeks went by until I finally did something about it. On one of Luke and I's dates in Chicago we ate lunch with his friend from the fair and his fiancé. From what I had learned on g-day (the game day where I found out who he really was), Kyle played on the team with Luke but at lunch he had introduced him simply as a coworker. While Luke and Kyle had talked about the world series playoffs, the fiancé and I talked about the guys. Kate had been with Kyle for over three years and they were finally getting married. She had told me that with his job he wasn't around as often as she'd like during this time of year, but if she had to deal with a little separation to keep him then she would gladly do it. We talked for over an hour as we ate and got to know each other. I decided ten minuted in that I really liked her. She was kind, smart, and insanely funny. Like me she didn't take shit form any guy, especially not her fiancé. This was why I called her as soon as I had finally admitted that I needed Luke. I called Kate and instead of her bitching me out for hurting her friend as I had expected, she simply said, "I was getting worried that you wouldn't call." "You knew I would call?" "I had hoped, Luke has been nothing but miserable since whatever happened between you too. From how beat up he is, I imagine you must hurt just as bad. No one can be so pitiful from a relationship thats one-sided." "I need him Kate. I can't keep pretending that I'm okay when I spend each day wishing I hadn't fucked up." "Not everything that's broken can be fixed you know." Kate offered the golden nugget of advice that I had been worried about for the last three weeks. "Thats why I need your help." "I want Luke happy, and I could certainly use another girlfriend around here. It's not easy being a Wild fan in Blackhawks country. A blues fan would definitely make the games interesting. But first you need to tell me what happened with you two." So I told her the entire story. How I hated the Hawks and somehow he had picked up on it. How he lied to me by omitting the truth. How I forgave him because I realized that he thought I wouldn't want to be with him once I found out he played for Chicago. How I needed him to know that I accepted what team he was on, because that was such a big part of who he was and I wanted all of him. "Do you have any ideas on how you are going to get him back?" She asked me when I was done talking. "Yes, but I'm going to need your help." "Anything you need Blake. Just ask and I'm there." Then I told her my plan. ———————————————— I met Kate at her hotel before the hockey game. At Scott Trade Center, the Blues were hosting the Blackhawks in a game that was certain to be amazing. Normally I would be at home with my ass in front of the TV decked out in my Blues gear, but tonight I'm going to the game thanks to Kate scoring tickets off of her fiancé and there wouldn't be a stitch of blue on me. I felt traitorous, but that was the price I was willing to pay. Kate led me into her room and led me to the bed where everything that I needed was laid out in front of me. "You ready?" "As ready as I'll ever be to bleed black and red." And we started getting ready for the game. ———————————————— The teams were on the ice warming up before the game when Kate and I arrived. She had scored us kick ass seats courtesy of Kyle and we were right by the bench, close to the ice. My eyes immediately found Luke on the ice. It was impossible not to admire his grace on the ice and the way he played with ease, but there was something off. I mentioned it to Kate and she said that he had been this way since I left three weeks ago. The nerves that I had had about his rejection started to fade when I realized that he had missed me just as much as I had missed him. By the time the game started he still hadn't looked my way, but Kate and I had an idea that he wouldn't be able to miss. Once the first period ended and the players began to make their way off of the ice, it was finally time to end the plan with a bang. Kyle knew what was going to happen and did his part exactly as Kate requested. Kyle skated up to Luke and Luke shook him off. After trying a few more times, Kyle grabbed Luke by the shoulders and pointed up to the stands. Luke's eyes met mine as he took in my Blackhawks jersey. HIS Blackhawks jersey. Looking in his eyes, I knew the second he realized that I was there for him and I wasn't going anywhere. A huge grin broke out on his face as he mouthed the word "After" and followed the rest of his team into the locker. When the team filtered back out before the second period began Luke looked up to where I was sitting and put his hand over his heart before pointing at me, sending only one message. His heart was mine. I did the only thing a person who felt as much love as I was would do, I repeated the gesture in what would become part of our pre-game ritual. Once the period began Luke played with more spirit than he ever had before. He scored two of the four goals in the game, with Kyle scoring the third. The game ended with a final score of 3-1 with the Blackhawks coming out on top. I should have been upset over the lose, and a part of me was, but I couldn't help the pride that I felt in the man that I could call mine. I waited with Kate and the other girlfriends and wives who had made the trip down for the game. They all talked to me and none of them seemed to hold the previous three weeks against me. Half of them said that they were the same in the beginning, too proud to let themselves see what was in front of them. The hype in Scott Trade Center settled quickly as the place emptied out many disappointed Blues fans went home and celebratory Blackhawks fans flocked to the bars to toast to the victors. I felt him before I heard him behind me. The other girls filtered out in search of their loved ones as Luke made his way towards me. "I never should have walked away. I should have stayed. We could have figured it out. I am so sorry I did that to you." Luke lifted his hands and held my face in-between his palms, "Hey, hey," he said softly as he wiped a fallen tear away, "It doesn't matter Blake. It happened. I should have told you the truth and you shouldn't have left. We both hurt each other, but it happened. It's over, but you're here and you're in my arms and that's all I care about. None of the rest matters. None of it matters now that you're here." Luke tilted my head up as his lips met mine with a kiss that held weeks worth of lost emotion. He pulled back slightly and whispered against my lips, "If you leave again, I won't be able to stay behind. I will follow you and I wont let you get very far. I won't do that again. I don't think I can." "I don't think I could leave this if I could." I took a deep breath to tell him the only thing that my mind could process during the game when he opened his mouth and stole the words. "I love you Blake. No one else, just you. Always." My breath caught as I saw the truth of the statement in his eyes, "I love you too. So much that it hurts." Luke grinned and took control of my mouth, both of us completely giving the deepest part of our soul to the other. A voice cleared behind us and Luke and I turned to see Kyle and Kate smirking down at us. "About damn time," Kyle said, causing all of us to laugh. "Yeah, it certainly is." Luke slung his arm around my shoulder and together the four of us walked out and headed to the hotel where we went our separate ways. Luke and I spent the rest of the night, into the early morning, re-learning each others bodies and exploring passions that neither of us had ever know before because it wasn't just sex anymore. It was love, and that was all we needed. ———————————————— *Four Years Later* "I present your graduating class of 2018!" The cheers erupt at the announcement that we have finally done it. College is over, I have my degree that I have worked so hard for, and I'm moving to Chicago next week where I already have a job waiting for me. After my first semester I changed my major to become an athletic trainer and get my bachelors at my current school. Thanks to several summer classes I was able to finish my degree on time, but I still plan on moving on to getting my Masters degree while working in Chicago. What can I say, I have some pretty great connections in the city. Now that I am officially graduated, the contract that I signed several weeks before had finally become official. I am the newest member of the athletic training department for the Chicago Blackhawks. I know it sounds like I changed my career for a man, but from the moment I took my first anatomy class I knew that this was the path for me. Luke tried to help me, but this was something I had to do on my own. He wasn't happy about it, but he understood. I needed to succeed, or fail, on my own and to take that away just wouldn't be fair to me. I managed to charm everyone on the staff with not only my humor, but also my ability to work and my love of hockey. On the day of my first interview I wore a blues shirt which Luke had given me shit about. When I walked in, they all made fun of me and asked if knew where I was. I said yes, I just thought they should know what they were getting. A Blues fan. However, after I held up my end of a long hockey debate with the guys on the staff, they accepted me as one of their own. I look around the gym, thinking about just how lucky I am to be here in my life. I have a job centered around a sport I love and it is all because of that one week in Chicago four years ago. While I'm thinking about how I got here Miranda comes running up to me in her own cap and gown, having transferred to my college three years ago. I hug her back as hard as she squeezes me when I see her boyfriend fighting to get to us, over her shoulder. After getting to know Jason Grant very well through Luke, I knew what I had to do. Him and Miranda were just too perfect for each other and not a day goes by that I'm not proven right. He's as crazy about her as she has always been for him. Two months ago Jason had me help him pick out the perfect engagement ring for her, now it was only a matter of when. Kate comes up and throws her arms around me, congratulating me over my hard work. Ever sense she helped me get Luke back into my life we have grown into extremely close friends. Kyle gabs me next and gives me a big brotherly hug before wrapping his arms around his pregnant wife. Five months ago when Kate and Kyle announced that they were having a baby, they asked Luke and I to be the godparents. We didn't even need to think about it, they're family. I feel Luke's smile against my skin as he kisses my neck and wraps his arms around me. With everyone running around, I didn't even felt him come up behind me. "I am so proud of you," he says next to my ear. "You're amazing at what you do and the team is lucky to have you. But I don't want to work with my girlfriend." Shocked, I spin around to face him and when I open my mouth his finger quickly presses against my lips. "I want to work with my wife." Luke pulls a beautiful vintage silver engagement ring out of his pocket and holds it up between us. "I thought I was living the life that every man dreams of until I met you and saw that I was missing someone I love to share it with. You turned my life upside down in a week and took my heart with you when you left. We've gone through so much since we've met and we've overcome it all. I've respected your need to wait until after college and now you're done and I can't wait a second longer. You are my one, my only, and my forever. So, Blake Vincent, will you marry me?" Luke says softly. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for an earth-shattering, passionate kiss. "Yes," I whisper against his lips. "I love you, so much." His mouth moves against mine. "I love you too, always." Luke kisses me softly one last time before turning us to face our friends and family who surround us with hugs, kisses, and 'Finally!'s. Surrounded by everyone important in my life and next to the man I love with his ring on my finger, I know that there is no place that I would ever want to be.