Taste of This 1-6

Rating: NC-17, Disclaimer: The stories are works of fiction and DO NOT in any way reflect the real lives, sexual preferences, or personalities of the characters.

Trevor and Thomas continue their relationship. Continues a month after Every Blinding Curve

My mom told me once that no matter how happy I was I could never be quite content because I always managed to find something else to worry about.

Thomas and I are getting along great. Actually more like fantastic. He hasn't had much time to spend helping me move but today on his only day off this week he's been here since early this morning, and we have the last of my stuff set up. I'm totally settled in.

Since I didn't have much stuff to move I figured it would take a day or two but trying to find time between games and practices it was pretty much a full month to get it all moved over here. I've been sleeping here all along though.

I did buy a bed so I wasn't sleeping on an air mattress. The room is big so I got a big bed, makes things a lot more comfortable. It was kind of weird to go shopping for things and not have to worry about the prices. Not that I went wild or anything but I saw the bed I liked and decided I was having it, and I just bought it without really even thinking about the price.

It was kinda cool, but weird. I mean I didn't grow up poor by any means, I haven't exactly had to struggle much but I can still appreciate the difference.

Right so I'm happy with the apartment. Its all coming together nicely, my mom sent up some more stuff for me, so I've completely got everything I need here right now.

I'm happy with Thomas. Even on the days we can't get together we talk on the phone, I got my own connection since we tend to have fairly long conversations. And some days when one of us has an hour or so free we get together to work out or go jogging. Or we just meet for a quick bite to eat between his classes.

We've gotten a lot closer, and as much we get along, we've been that compatible physically too. I mean we haven't had sex yet but as good as making out was the stuff beyond that's been incredible. We've had exactly six days that we've both been off the entire day so we haven't exactly had tons of quality time to spend together.

But we make the most of it. Two weeks ago while Ronnie was out and Thomas and I were alone we ended up kissing on the couch and since we could our hands got a little more adventurous than before.

His chest without clothes on was every bit as built up and muscled as I knew it'd be. Like mine his had almost no hair, just a little dusting over his stomach trailing down into his jeans.

His stomach is cut too. We didn't exactly get naked but we did give each other head that night. And it was incredible. Him going down on me, while maybe it wasn't as expert as it was when Brett did it, really was no comparison to it beyond the fact that I came both times.

It's not going to be like it was with Brett ever, with anyone. That was a one time mind blowing, life altering experience that's never going to be met. And I'm not looking to meet or beat it either.

Thomas is hot as hell and I really care about him, when I'm gone I miss him, when I see him I feel different. I'm not going to say I'm in love but I'm in pretty deep.

With a little fumbling on both our parts we got it going pretty fast. Thomas even used a couple of fingers the second time and damn. Just damn, I've never had anything inside me except my own fingers and they didn't get very deep.

Not compared to Thomas' anyway. Holy hell, they were so far inside me I was expecting them to burst through my stomach. And it didn't hurt. Not really, it was more just a pressure that got so fucking good that when he added a third finger that's all it took. I came longer and more than I ever had before.

And its weird, every blow job I ever gave Max was done as kind of a payback, ya know what I mean, he did me I was kind of obliged to give him one back. I liked it don't get me wrong but it was just head, no real connection.

Even with Brett I would have blown him without even thinking about it I was so far gone, but it would have been because I felt I owed him something because he'd blown me. As much as I loved that night and as highly as I think of Brett I know that's the truth.

But with Thomas I wanted to suck him off, even while he was going down on me I was thinking of getting to do him when he was finished. Just thinking about it got me excited. I came again, spurted all over the floor when I actually got to do it.

The first time I wrapped my lips around Thomas' dick it felt right. It took me a while to get a good technique down but Thomas didn't mind me using him for practice. And we did spend a few hours, uh, practicing before getting cleaned up a little.

By the time Ronnie came home we were both asleep on the couch. He must have covered us up cause when we woke up the next morning we had a blanket over us. It was nice waking up with Thomas' arms wrapped around me and like in my fantasy, my back pressed against a rock hard chest. And to continue on with the sappiness his stubble was rubbing against my cheek and my neck like I'd imagined too.

We both paid for sleeping on the couch though, practice that day was hell and Thomas ended up phoning me, laughingly telling me off for how sore he was from being cramped up on the couch.

We made sure that any other night we spent together was in my bed. And in his too. He was right, his mother didn't care if I slept over. She likes me a lot. All we did was sleep at his apartment though, the same couldn't be said of mine of course. We always eventually slept but never right away.

We've been really open about pretty much everything. He knows all about Max, not about Brett yet though. I know I should tell him. But tell him what? That I jacked off a guy and let him blow me the night before our date to give me balls enough to actually go through it?

And I know all about the two guys he's been with. He only had actual sex with the first guy. Thomas topped every time but once. Knowing that he wasn't as experienced as I thought he was made me feel a little more secure in deciding to be with him.

I just need to tell Thomas. I'm not worried that he won't want to, I just want the timing to be right.

And I'm loving living here with Ronnie. We get along great and he wasn't freaked out when Thomas fell asleep here with me. When I got out of the shower that next morning they were eating toast and watching cartoons. They weren't like talking or anything but they were in the same room together and it wasn't full of tension.

They do actually get along but Thomas just isn't as comfortable with Ronnie as he could be. He still thinks that Ronnie is going to see us kiss and freak out no matter how much I tell him that its not going to happen.

I haven't scored since the St. Louis game. Leave it to me to get what I wanted from the beginning of the season and then what the team was afraid was going to happen happens to me.

And I can't see that it has anything to do with my living arrangements. I know that Bob read Ronnie the riot act when I first moved in, telling him that he had to look out for me and make sure I didn't go nuts. Ronnie was kinda pissed, not at me, or at Bob really just at being put in the position of being a baby sitter when we both know it was unnecessary.

Everyone on the team has let me know that it's a temporary thing that everyone goes through from time to time but this is the first time in my whole hockey playing life that I've been this long without scoring.

We have a game this afternoon so I only have an hour or so before I have to be at the arena. Its Sunday and since it is Thomas' only day off this week we haven't really been pushing ourselves too much. We just set up my stereo and got rid of the last few boxes.

Right now Thomas is lying in my new big bed and I'm lying next to him, playing with his hair and thinking way the fuck too much. Thomas rolls over and leans his head against my chest, we're both shirtless and I love the way his skin feels pressed to mine.

His hair is so silky smooth and the curls cling around my fingers when I rest them against his head. He's so damn hot I could just lie here like this, looking at his face and body for weeks without getting bored. That'd do it no talking, no fooling around, just looking.

Thomas shifts and his hip rubs against mine. Hmmm... okay maybe some touching. Hey, I'm only human.

My eyes are already feeling droopy but I'm fighting sleep. Not that I don't want to sleep like this with Thomas but we don't have much time before I have to leave and its not fair for me to make Ronnie come and wake me up, so I get to the arena on time.

Thomas mustn't want to sleep either; he props himself up on one elbow and grins at me. I smile back and tilt my head so I can kiss him. Taking a quick glance to make sure my door is closed I slide my hands down Thomas' smooth back and cup his ass, kneading the strong muscles though his jeans.

His thigh slides between mine, rubbing insistently at my dick which up until now had been kinda semi hard but is now trying to burst through my jeans. Thomas unbuttons my jeans enough to get access and pushes his hand inside there, grasping my cock around the base and tugging.

I'm fumbling a little but I manage to work a hand inside his pants as well. Thomas presses his lips to my neck and sucks as I start jerking him off. We've both been careful not to mark anywhere that is readily visible but with me that's kind of hard so he's been extra careful not to leave many hickeys.

Still the sucking is amazing, even without the pressure. His hand feels better though, it really doesn't take long before I'm arching my hips a little more and cum flows over his hand, he follows me a few seconds later and rests his forehead against mine. Thomas' hand slides up my chest, leaving a sticky trail in its wake and Thomas groans when I take it and lick the last few drops of my cum off his fingers.

I nearly come again when he does the same thing, sucking each of my fingers separately and nibbling on the tips before flopping down next to me. Yeah as nice as Thomas is to look at, I definitely want touching as part of our plans.

We lean our heads together and kiss for a few minutes, tasting each other's cum springing apart when Ronnie knocks at the door and calls out my name.

Thomas and I zip up and I open the door to apologize to Ronnie. He takes one look at me and bursts into laughter.

Ronnie grins. "You do realize that it is okay in your own bedroom to actually get naked right?" he looks down and my eyes follow. "Meet ya downstairs in a few." he looks at us again. "Half hour." Ronnie shouts before walking away chucking.

Thomas is laughing too but all I can do is blush furiously while I look at the cum stains on mine and on Thomas' jeans. Thomas' never bothered to button his back up so he just kicks them onto the floor and stretches out in his navy briefs. "You should get changed for the game."

Thomas rolls onto his side and mimes shooting a puck then pumps his arm in celebration.

Even before my dirty jeans hit the ground Thomas' is off the bed and his arms are wrapped around me, his hips pressing tightly against my ass. "Know what I could do to you in half an hour?"

Thomas laughs and turns me around in his arms, pushing me until I'm backed up against the door. Our lips meet and his tongue spears inside my mouth, flickering against the roof until I'm ready to pass out just from that.

But he's not nearly done. Thomas slides slowly down my body, his tongue licking from my neck to the waistband of my underwear. He slides them over my hips and nuzzles his nose against the base of my cock; inhaling deeply and moaning in a way that instantly makes my dick swell more.

My mind's not registering anything but the fact that he's touching me but when I look down Thomas' lips are pressing against the head of my cock. All Thomas does at first is just lick around the head, his tongue teasing me while my hands sink into his hair.

I'm not pulling or anything just holding on to the thick curls, but after a few more minutes of him teasing me I do tug a little on his hair, wanting more.

Thomas pulls back a little, swirling his tongue around the head. He takes a break and grins up at me, cocking one eyebrow.

"Need you, need you to make me come." I pull his head back closer to my cock and look down, horrified at having done it but he grins and takes my dick into his mouth, not stopping until his nose is pressing into my pubic hair.

He swallows a few times, his throat muscles contracting around my shaft and he begins bobbing his head. I just hold on for the ride. Biting my lip to avoid screaming out loud. I can't stifle it all though, my hips are moving in time with his mouth, and moans and then me almost screaming for more fall from my lips.

When Thomas slips a finger inside of me and starts fucking me with it I lose it. Gripping his hair tighter and pumping my hips forward I don't even try and be quiet while he stays with me until I'm done.

Thomas swallows the first two spurts then pulls back and lets the rest splash against his face. I manage to grab him around the shoulders and pull him up. Thomas kisses me, a lot harder than before, his body trapping me against the wall. "That was so fucking hot Trev."

"Mmm yeah." I kiss him back eagerly, one of my hands slides along his sweat slicked back and I rub at his hair where I pulled with the other one. "Sorry about your hair."

Thomas shakes his head. "That's what was so hot, you took charge. You knew what you wanted and you let me know what that was."

"You." I growl. And it's true, with no hesitation I want him. More than just fooling around I want all of him. But yeah I had been kind of sitting back when we're together letting him take the lead. "I just figured you know what you're doing more than I..."

"Whether I do or not doesn't matter." Thomas' hands come to rest on my hips. "What we both want, and what we both want to do is what matters. You keep on saying what you want and I'm sure I can be of service."

I know I'm grinning like a fool but I don't care. "Right now I want to throw you down over there and suck your cock until you're screaming." I move my hand to his dick and squeeze.

Thomas' moan turns into a needy whimper and his eyes are sparkling when he pulls back. "Fuck, I'd love that too Trev but you don't have time." He kisses me hard and grins. "I'll take you up on that later on though."

My lips are on his and I can feel mine swelling up before I pull back, his are even more full as well. Looking at him only makes me want to kiss him again. So I do.

When we pull back Thomas smiles and cups the side of my face. "I think I'm going to need to borrow a pair of jeans."

We both look at his and I nod. "Sure." I grab a pair and toss them to him. He takes off his underwear and sits on the side of the bed, pulling the jeans on but I reach out and stop him. "Why don't you stay here and uhh..." I grin as he gives his cock a squeeze.

Thomas pulls me close for another kiss, his hands sliding down over my ass, his fingers cool against my skin. "You don't mind."

I stand back up and shake my head. "Hell no. If I don't have the time right now to be able to take your cock in my mouth I can at least be satisfied with the image of you jerking off in my bed."

Thomas slaps my hand away when I touch him and pushes me toward the hallway. When I look back he's taken his cock into his hand and is pumping it slowly.

I can hear him moaning and feel my cock swell again while I'm brushing my teeth and cleaning up a little, but I force myself to finish up. When I get back in my room and am getting dressed, pulling on clean underwear and jeans my eyes are riveted to Thomas.

The fact that I can already recognize the difference in the way he moans when he's about to come makes me as happy as when I kneel by the side of the bed and kiss him when he finally does shoot. His stomach is splattered with white streaks and I've got a few on my chest too but I just rub them in and rest my head against his forehead for a second.

"I'll see you at the game." Thomas whispers against my ear, biting down on the lobe.

Joanne and Ed are having a little going away party for me, well not really a party just dinner with them, though I am hoping for cake.

"Do you want to come back here after?" I take a deep breath and kiss him again before he can answer. "For all night?" That came out surprisingly easy. Easier than I expected. And it feels right.

Thomas nods and pulls me close for another kiss. "Yeah I do want to, a lot Trev." he rolls off the bed and kneels so we're face to face. "I want you." he kisses me so soft, I'm beginning to wonder if when people say they melted, that its really possible to melt into a puddle of goo at someone's feet.

We kiss again until I pull back and sigh. "I need to go." Thomas nods and leans back on his heels a little. "I'll see you after the game." I lean forward and kiss him, my tongue darting inside his mouth and twining with his.

He grabs my jeans and I toss him clean underwear as well. "Be right back." he's true to his word and back in about two minutes, smelling like soap and fully dressed. Well almost fully dressed. Thomas tosses the underwear back at me and grins. I kiss him until I can't feel my lips anymore.

I'm early but Ronnie's on the phone so we end us sitting around for about fifteen minutes anyway. Thomas pulls me towards the door and grabs his keys. "See you tonight." he glances at Ronnie and gives me a soft quick kiss. He knows Ronnie is cool with us but is still a little nervous around him sometimes.

I nod and watch as he walks to his car. He looks pretty good in my jeans, of course he looks good in his own too, hell he just full out looks good. Its only after he drives off that I remember that he's not wearing any underwear. Fuck I'm not going to be able to walk let alone skate if I don't stop thinking about him.

I nearly jump out of my skin a second later when Ronnie pokes me in the side and asks if I'm ready.

"Yeah, I've been ready dude. You're the one who's been on the phone jabbering away making us late." I jump back when Ronnie makes a grab for me and I manage to beat him out the door. I'm still shrugging into my jacket when I get to my truck and Ronnie arrives a few seconds later.

"Hey I needed to hear something besides you screaming while you came." Ronnie smirks as he settles into the passenger side.

His teasing doesn't phase me much anymore. If he doesn't care that he heard us then I don't care. "No way I was being quiet." I protest pulling out into traffic.

"Good lord then I don't want to be around when the two of you are being noisy." Ronnie nods then bursts into laughter. "Oh come on Trev, I'm just fucking with you."

"I really could hear you though." Ronnie flicks his finger against my forehead and turns on the radio. There's nothing on but people talking so he sticks in a tape. We've been alternating our vehicles so he's got tapes in here and I have tapes in his car.

Our tastes are pretty similar so it works out great. Ronnie starts singing along, really fucking badly to Cum on Feel the Noise while I laugh and eventually join in. We keep on laughing and singing and generally acting like small children, but its all fun.

Once we get to the arena we still have a couple of hours before game time. But we have videos of the Flames to watch and meetings so we won't have much time to waste. I mean we'll still have time to sit around together shooting the shit and stuff. That's part of the game.

House is running a little late, when he gets here he sits next to me, giving me a quick hug. I hug him back and he tells me that he just saw Thomas coming home as he was leaving.

My cheeks feel a little warm but I'm not so embarrassed as I would have been even a week ago with the fact that House knows that Thomas and I have been together. I just shrug and then smile when House laughs louder.

Bob doesn't actually have any videos for us to watch so we get a little longer of a break. I like getting on the ice before the public is allowed in the arena. There's still that general bustle from the people who work at the arena that makes the skate a little more exciting but no one is paying attention so it feels like its just me out there like I like it.

That doesn't last a long time, Rick the zamboni driver hollers at me to get the hell off the ice so he can clean it up for game time. I don't know why it has to look prefect for the pre game skate considering we all just tear the hell out of the ice and by game time its awful again anyway.

But I get off the ice and head back to the locker room, peeling off all my equipment so it can dry off a little bit before I put it all back on. Weird I know but it's what I do. Hey some guys do way stranger stuff than put on dried out sweaty equipment.

House wrinkles his nose but still sits next to me. Oh yeah the side affect of not wearing all new stuff with each period is it gets kind of rank around my locker. But it doesn't smell after just a ten minute skate. "Fucker."

"Just practicing for later." House begins dressing, actually everyone is. Its kind of funny to see how different everyone's rituals are. Some guys sit in their jock and socks for as long as possible then pull on their pants and jersey, other guys are shirtless, and others do one whole side first and then the other.

Ronnie pulls both socks up in unison; I keep waiting for him at one of these times to topple over in a heap because he concentrates so much on keeping it even. Aside from wearing the same equipment the whole game instead of changing I really don't have that many rituals.

I spot Thomas in his seat during the pre game skate and he gives me a quick grin, which I return. I love watching the crowd while the anthem plays. Not just Thomas, but everyone. They're so excited and pumped that it gets us going.

The first period is a little rough. Everyone is checking everyone. We always have pretty spirited games with Calgary as it is, but this is ridiculous. There's no score but damn it we're all paying hard.

Even in the second period we don't score, both teams goalies are fucking putting on some kind of clinic that the rest of us aren't aware of. I've always said goalies are weird people. I swear when Kirk makes a particularly beautiful save he points down the ice to Vernon as if to say 'top that bitch.'

Right at the beginning of the third Joel Otto checks me from behind and nearly drives my skull through the glass and the fact that this is a fucking peach of a game is cemented. Fine way for the former object of my lust to treat me huh?

I get helped off the ice and listen to Ronnie scream at Joel that he's going to fucking kill him, then go into a long involved explanation of exactly how he is going to do it. I can't help but smile, even though it kind of hurts to. I only wish I could see him, the arena has gone kind of red and fuzzy though, I can't see much of anything.

Sure enough when I get to the trainers room my nose and above my eye is bleeding pretty bad. I only need four stitches, its hurts but its okay. Our trainer Joe pokes around at my cheekbone a little and says its not broken hell, I could have told him that.

You don't break a bone ever and not vividly remember what it feels like to break it. A bit of ice and a couple of minutes rest and I'm good to go back on the ice. I take a look in the mirror. I've got a shiner and my cheek is going to be really fucking bruised but its not that swollen yet. The stitches are just above my eyebrow. All in all the right side of my face is pretty gruesome.

I don't know how long exactly I've been gone but its been long enough for Otto's penalty to be over because Ronnie is stalking through the hallway when I come back out.

"Got five and a game." Ronnie grins when we get back in the dressing room. He takes my chin in his bruised but not broken open fingers and gives my face a good once over then growls. "Fucking worth it."

Even though proper hockey etiquette is for me to nod back and leave it at that I hug him. Ronnie grins and hugs me back. "Thanks Ronnie. Can you do me another favour?"

"Can you go let Thomas know I'm okay." Sure he's a hockey fan and he's seen worse than this before, but if I'd just watched him get his face mashed in I'd be a little more than upset.

A little voice reminds me that if I'd just let everyone know about me that Thomas would be sitting in much better seats and already have been contacted by someone from the team and let know my status.

Not that Thomas would want to be sitting with a bunch of hockey wives but that's hardly the point. I don't really know what the point is right now, I'm slightly loopy, really pissy and all the way fucked up.

Ronnie sighs. "Are you sure he'll want me to? I don't think he likes me much. He seems kind of..." he shrugs. "He wouldn't even kiss you in front of me this morning."

"Well it is. It's your place as much as mine." Ronnie leans back in his locker and strips the rest of the way down and grabs a towel. "Once I'm clean I'll get changed and stuff and find Thomas to let him know you're okay."

"If it was your girl, she'd already have been taken down here to see if you're okay." I grumble then smile when Ronnie hugs me again.

"Yup." Ronnie flexes his hands and winces. Even though they didn't bust open his knuckles are pretty banged up.

Jesus he happily kicked Otto's ass and I'm complaining to him? That's not fair of me.

Fuck, though since he did do that, now someone is going to be ready to kick my ass when I get back out there so I'm going to have to be ready for it. I'm not exactly small but I'm no fighter. And looking at Ronnie's knuckles doesn't exactly make me want to get myself a matching pair.

Ronnie pokes at my cheekbone, grinning when I cringe a little. "You're not going to be nearly as pretty as Thomas thinks you are though by the time the game is over."

"Fuck that." Ronnie walks down the hallway with me a little. "It makes you look uh..." he stops and thinks for a second. "Rugged?'

I burst into laughter and flip him off. Joe comes out and gives us an odd look for laughing so hard given the situation and says I can go back to the bench.

"Otto got a game too but watch out for Hunter." Ronnie smacks me on the ass and pushes me towards the tunnel. I get back on the bench without anyone in the crowd noticing. My teammates all give me a tap or a pat with their sticks as I pass. Even Bob gives me a smack on the pants.

The crowd still hasn't really noticed me come back but when I finally take my first shift and they see number sixteen back on the ice I get the biggest ovation I've ever gotten. Sure it's a little weird that getting my face bashed in has gotten me that kind of response but I'll take it.

The die-hard fans know what we go through, they know I just got slapped back together and came back out on the ice knowing that I'm going to most likely get my ass kicked again, and in most pro sports that just doesn't happen.

When I get a chance to look at Thomas' seat his smile is a little less of a grin than it was before so I just smile back to let him know that I'm okay. The next time I look up his seat is empty so Ronnie must have sent for him. Good.

There's only about ten minutes left in the game and Vernon and Kirk are still putting on their own show and the rest of us are just getting more and more frustrated. Fucking goalies.

I get a breakaway but Vernon does the splits and catches the puck in his glove and Gary Roberts pushes me a little from behind. I turn and shove him but he doesn't go down so we get a little chippier until the linesman pulls us apart.

We both get two for roughing. In a different type of game we'd just have gotten hollered at by the ref but at this point they just want to keep the game under control. I splash water on my face and wince as the cool water hits the bruises when Tim Hunter skates by and slaps his stick against the glass of the penalty box and screams pussy at me when I don't make a move to get up.

That of course the Ref doesn't notice. I lean forward to watch the face off and grin when Stan nearly cracks his stick in half pushing Hunter down to the ice. He yells something that I can't quite hear from over here. And then a few seconds later my Captain is sitting next to me.

"Hey kid nice shiner." he downs about half a bottle of water and splashes the rest over his face.

"Uh thanks. What the hell was that about?" Stan plays a rough game but using his stick like that isn't his usual way.

"No way in hell are they fucking treating my rookies like that." Stan growls and takes another drink of water.

I can't help but grin and Stan rolls his eyes but punches me in the shoulder and smiles. "You did great out there Trev, did the whole team proud."

By the time I come up with some semblance of intelligent speech its time for me to go back out. Right away guys are on me again.

Doug Gilmour pokes me in the ribs with his stick, nothing cracks but it fucking hurts. That goes unnoticed by the ref of course but when House nearly takes Doug's head off with an elbow he gets called.

Theo Fleury lunges at House and the mental picture makes me chuckle. I should know better because in the scrum Theo catches me with a right hook against the same cheekbone that Otto already hurt and knocks me on my ass. I'm so shocked that I don't retaliate.

Which, aside from the fact that Theo makes chicken noises at me, and Gilmour calls me a pussy fag, is a good thing because they get the extra penalty so we're on the power play.

House breaks free from the ref and punches Gilmour in the face, busting his nose open and the ref just throws both of them and Theo right out of the game rather than dealing with them. I'm feeling a little stupid that House had to stick up for me being called names but even more stupid that a pip squeak like fucking Fleury knocked me down.

Sure enough when I get back to the bench I hear it. "Great fight Trev." "Maybe if you eats your spinach you can get to be as big as Theo and beat him up one of these days." Yeah stuff like that. I just sit there and blush furiously.

Yes, yes I got my ass kicked by a guy almost a foot shorter than me, he's a tough little fucker though. They'll get over it and move onto something new eventually, ya know like by my tenth season or so.

Bob claps me on the back and says. "Good restraint kid." I know he means it, and that he's glad that we're on the power play but he's biting on his cheek to avoid laughing.

Luckily I get to work the power play and get back on the ice. There's only a minute and a half left so we don't even get the full power play. Neither of the coaches has put a tough guy back on the ice and with less guys out there anyway there seems to be a lot more room.

When Petri Skriko passes me the puck on a long cross ice pass that drives Bob nuts I get it before a Flame can and tear up the ice. There is more room cause no one is on me at all. It's just Vernon and me.

Vernon is shifting back and forth but keeping his stance, trying to make me make the first move. I can play this game too. I slap the puck back and forth, not too much or I'll lose it and that'd suck.

When I fake left amazingly Vernon falls for it and I slap the puck in the opposite side of the net. The red light goes on and Petri crushes me in a hug. "You fucking rock kid." At least that's what I think he said. His accent is kind of thick.

Out of habit I look up at Thomas' seat and he's back in it. Jumping to his feet so high his shirt lifts and I see his stomach. My last thought before crumpling to the ice is what a sexy stomach he has.

Then everything kind of goes blurry and I'm lying on top of Petri. I don't know who hit us and really don't care. We won. Petri hugs me again and we get to our feet and throw our hands up in the air to a huge ovation.

Blessedly I don't have to step back on the ice for the last half minute. Bob taps me on the shoulder. "Great job Trev." The rest of the guys give in too and congratulate me.

Stan hugs me so hard my already bruised ribs protest and I have to push him away. He growls something about killing Gilmour and I sit down and try and breath normally.

Thomas is standing with the rest of the crowd when we all, well the ones of us not thrown out of the game already, pile onto the ice. I grin and this time his returning one is a big as it was before.

The doctor not just the trainer is waiting for me when I get off the ice. I'm sitting in just my underwear, still sweaty and smelly while my teammates celebrate and horse around. The Doc isn't too happy but he says that I don't need to go for x-rays. I'm just bruised. Again I could have told him that.

I can hear Pat Quinn yelling out in the hallway. "Yeah fuck you too Terry, we're sending tapes to the league." he comes in, slams the door and grins at me. "Though not the one of Fleury laying you out."

"You can go now Trevor, just take it easy tonight." the doc snaps his clipboard closed.

Shit, tonight. I'm spending the night with Thomas tonight. "I... have a uhh date is it okay if..."

The Doc puts his hands up and chuckles. "Just don't go skydiving or anything and you'll be fine. And if you get dizzy call this number and go to the ER." he hands me a card. "And get someone to stay with you tonight.

The Doc just nods. "Then make sure he doesn't let you sleep too long then. You're not concussed but you should be careful." Well I did say he, he doesn't care that much.

When I come into the locker room I get engulfed in hugs from everyone. Even the guys that are already dressed hug me. Their wives are going to love that I bet.

Ronnie hugs me hard and shoves me back into the mass off hugging teammates. Everyone is so happy that I'm beginning to think they've forgotten about the whole Fleury incident.

Stan throws an arm over my shoulder and grins. "Alright lets here it three cheers for our heavyweight champ."

I smile and even laugh when Harold Snepsts gets on his knees and mimes punching House who falls backwards in a dramatic dive.

House hugs me and whispers in my ear. "You fucking kicked ass out there today Trev. Did us all proud." I feel kind of guilty that I don't spend as much time with House as I used to.

We still room together on the road and get together every now and then but it's not the same. And with the fact that Ronnie is so close to me now I've confided in him as much as I ever did in House. But I don't want to lose the closeness House and I... hell, even that Deb and I have. I need to make sure we get together more.

"Hell yeah he did." Bob shouts coming in and giving us the post game talk. Talking to House will have to wait.

I sneak off to the shower. Having everyone tell me that I did great is slightly more embarrassing than them teasing me. And besides that my body is screaming for some kind of relief. The water feels good and when I'm done the locker room should be starting to empty out a little.

My face still hasn't swollen much so it probably won't but it's bruised along my cheekbone and under my eye. Over my eye with the stitches is pretty bruised too but I don't look too bad all things considered. Gilmour's stick did a hell of a job on my ribs though. There are black crisscrossed bruises along the otherwise pale skin.

But yeah all in all I could look a hell of a lot worse. I wrap a towel around my hips and go back into the dressing room. Ronnie, House and Thomas are the only ones in there. Whoops, I guess I took longer than I'd thought.

Thomas is still wearing my jeans; I hadn't noticed that before. Sends a little wave of pleasure through me to see them clinging to him a little tighter than his own do.

"You sure you're okay Trevvie." House throws an arm over my shoulder and pokes at my cheek.

"Ow. Yes, I'd be better without the poking." I push his hand away but smile at him too.

Ronnie bursts into laughter. "No one would be better without the poking. Right?" he looks at Thomas who just stares at him. "Right?" he tries House then snorts when House calls him childish.

Thomas sits next to me while Ronnie and House bicker back and forth. First thing he does is poke at my cheek too then pulls his hand back and frowns. "Sorry, just... ouch."

"It's actually not so bad." Yeah it's not so bad in the same way that being kicked in the balls isn't so bad. Thomas cocks his head and I sigh. "It hurts like fuck."

"It looks like it does." he looks around when I grasp his hand, but reaches up to brush my hair back anyway. "Hey at least you scored."

I grin at him and impulsively lean forward and kiss him softly. Thomas shifts back a little and leans into House's stall. "Its kind of nice in here."

Ronnie sits on the other side of Thomas and grins. "Hell yeah it is. Smelly but nice."

"Just like Trevor." House sits on the other side of me and rubs his knuckles over my head. It's nice to know my injuries haven't affected my friends teasing me at all.

Ronnie interrupts me, which makes Thomas laugh because he has to listen to me complain about that all the time. "I think that the little pre game workout you had at home helped out more than anything." he smirks and nods.

Okay, Thomas feels weird about kissing me in front of Ronnie so I'm a little worried about his reaction here. And he does look a little shocked then smirks back at Ronnie and nods his head. "I think I'll agree with that." he leans forward and kisses my non-sore cheek and whispers in my ear. "And I'd be willing to help you out if you think it'd help."

"Well if you're offering." I grin and wiggle my eyebrows. I hug Thomas quickly and kiss him again, wishing we weren't sitting in the locker room right now. He smiles and kisses the back of my hand.

House had been frowning in confusion but finally catches our drift and rolls his eyes. I gather up my clothes while they decide how we're all getting to the Robinson's. House has to go pick up Deb so he offers Ronnie a ride as well.

"Nah, I think if its cool I'll drive Thomas' car so he can fuss over Trevor and they can cuddle like I know they're dying to." Ronnie grins. "We'll just pick up your truck tomorrow." he nods at me.

"Great thanks Ron." Thomas grins at him and the two of them leave to wait for me. Their talk always went well.

House gives me a quick hug and smiles, passing me bits of clothes one by one. I'm not really that stiff but I appreciate the help anyway. "So you and Thomas..."

He leaves the question open waiting for me to finish it off. "Almost." I grin and hug him when I pull a burgundy sweater on. "He's staying over tonight."

"You sure you're up for..." House throws his hand in the air. "Yes, yes you're eighteen you're always up for everything right."

"Hey! I'm only looking out for you Trevor, there is no need to insult me." House bursts into laughter.

Yeah I have gotten some guy that was all over House a few times before. We talk a while more about nothing important until Deb shows up and she and House hug me goodbye. Not before we make plans for me to come over for supper tomorrow.

Ronnie and Thomas are waiting by the entrance for me and we all walk to the car together. Ronnie is teasing Thomas and they're both laughing so whatever issue Thomas had in not quite being comfortable around Ronnie seems to be gone. I'm glad they had a chance to talk alone. Too bad I had to nearly have my head taken off for it to happen.

"So aside from the big hit you had a great game Trev." Thomas kisses me on the cheek.

"And I gotta say I'm impressed with your fighting skills." Thomas snickers. "I mean taking on an heavyweight like Fleury..." he breaks off into full fledged giggles and leans against Ronnie who is also pissing himself laughing.

Ronnie gets in front and Thomas and I get in back. As soon as we're pulled away from the arena Thomas grabs the front of my sweater and pulls me close for a long deep kiss. Yeah no issues at all, I'm glad to say.

If Ronnie wasn't here and we were going home right now my hands would be all over him but instead I just kiss him back and let him run his fingers along the bruises on my face.

Thomas isn't saying anything silly like for me not to scare him like that again like I've heard some guys wives say to them. Thomas is a fan he knows that a few bruises are minimal to what he's going to have to put up with in the future. He's not saying much but the look in his eyes is clearly screaming that he isn't too happy someone did this to me.

Moving his hands away from my face Thomas kisses each bruise, even kissing the stiff thread holding the cut over my eye together, then kisses my mouth again. His tongue slips inside my mouth and I moan loud enough to get Ronnie's attention.

Ronnie reminds us with a laugh that we'll be there in a while and we better be presentable by the time we do arrive.

I flip him off in the rearview mirror and go back to kissing Thomas. Mmm this is better than listening to Ronnie lecturing me any day of the week. Thank fuck Otto didn't split my lip open. Even so Thomas' are so soft it probably wouldn't have hurt much anyway.

Fighting the urge to push Thomas back until we're lying down is a little harder than I'd expected it to be, I want him so much right now that it hurts to breathe. Okay maybe that's partly due to my sore ribs but it can't all be explained away so easily.

Thomas' hands slide up my back and he tugs on the back of my hair slightly. Oh God, I moan into his mouth and Ronnie bursts into laughter. "I'm not looking but if you two need me to pull over so you can get off just let me know."

We get his point and back away from each other, both of us blushing furiously as we arrange our shirts and I try to force my heart rate to slow back to normal. Thomas doesn't look much better though so I don't feel so bad.

Ronnie snorts and says that he has a spare pair in the glove compartment if Thomas needs them.

We ignore him and Thomas leans in to kiss above my eye once more time Thomas growls. "I'd love to get my hands on Joel Otto right now."

I let my mind wander a little. "Yeah me too." I laugh wondering why I'm still talking. "I met him once you know?"

"Yeah, when I was sixteen I got his autograph and talked to him for a while." I grin. "And then spent a year beating off thinking about fucking him." I have no idea why I just said that, blame the fact that I have no blood flowing to my upper body right now I guess.

Ronnie makes a choking noise and basically says eww, and Thomas is choking as well, but with laughter. "Joel Otto?"

"He still looked like a lumberjack though Trev." Thomas is practically giggling now.

"Oh fuck you." I'm giggling too and Ronnie is just shaking his head. "Who was your hockey fantasy then?"

Ronnie doesn't say anything about Paul. There is really no arguing that he's hot even for a straight guy.

"Yeah, it was so fucking cool to meet him by the way." he shoots me a weird look when I grin and grab his hand, quietly shushing him. I'm telling him but don't want to let Ronnie know. It's not my secret to tell.

"Didn't? Meaning you do now? Interesting." Ronnie grins in the rearview mirror then looks at me and realizes that his teasing while intended as baseless teasing is actually true, then he looks toward Thomas and frowns.

Thomas doesn't look upset though. "How do you know then?" he leans forward and smiles. "Find out Brett's secrets at his house or do you 'really' know?"

"No. Okay if you said that you'd did him last night I'd be a pissed I admit." Thomas nods and kisses me softly." But I'm assuming it's been a little while at least since you've seen him so it happened a while ago. And I know you didn't actually do him."

"Before I went out with you, well the night before." I smile lamely. Ronnie hasn't looked back since he stopped talking. "We um, just..."

"You can tell me what exactly you did later tonight." Thomas nibbles on my earlobe and whispers. "In great detail baby, but," he continued in a louder voice. "We're probably traumatizing Ronnie here." he pats Ronnie's shoulder and he shakes his head.

"Just surprised, but thanks for sparing me the details." he grins in the mirror and we both smile back.

I look at Thomas and he grins. "I kind of assumed something more than a handshake had gone on when he kissed you." Thomas kisses me in the same spot that Brett had before he left the arena that night.

"Yes! Dude, you were with one of my fantasy guys. I mean I'm not like a puck slut or anything but you were with an NHL player that's huge." Thomas grins.

"Me butting in again." Ronnie chuckles. "But from what I heard earlier today you were with an NHL star too kid."

Thomas arches and eyebrow and then grins. "Yeah, I guess I was. I just never think of you that way. You're just Trevor." he put his thumb on my bottom lip when I open my mouth. "Not just Trevor, but I don't think of you as a hockey star, even though you..."

"I get ya, just shut up." I press my lips to his until they stop moving. I love the fact that he thinks of me that way. Not that I ever assumed he thought of me any other way. I'm not bragging when I say I was pretty much a huge star in the Hat and I know what people act like when the only reason they want to be around you is that you're a so called Hockey God.

"Thank you." I tilt his head up and kiss him again, not a deep or involved kiss, but one so slow and sweet it makes my chest hurt a little. We just lean our foreheads together and look at each other, not really knowing what to say. I don't anyway.

Part of me is a little weirded out that Thomas wasn't jealous of Hull but then again it was before we'd even gone out so why should he have been. I could give a fuck about the guys he's dated. But I'm glad that he said he'd be pissed if it happened now. I like that he sees us as serious as I do.

"So I notice that I wasn't on either of your lists." Ronnie as always can be counted on to break the tension, sexual or otherwise.

"No." we answer in unison then break into giggles. I've mentioned how much I adore Ronnie right?

Ronnie flips us both off and bursts into laughter as well. I swear giggles do not sound right coming out of his mouth. I mean Thomas and I hardly look like gigglers either but damn Ronnie just looks wrong.

"Not that you're not good looking." Thomas nods and pats Ronnie's shoulder consolingly.

"Gee thanks." Ronnie grins and turns down the Robinson's street. As many trips as we made moving he knows the way here better than I do.

Wait a minute. Thomas has to have a player on his favourite team that he likes. "How bout your precious Leafs? Who do you like there?"

"The Leafs?" Ronnie sputters. "Okay Trev I don't care how cute and nice you think he is, I'd re-think bro."

"Well it was the Flames." As soon as I say it Ronnie bursts into laughter and it takes me a second to get the joke. Flames, flamers, he's sooooo witty. "Oh fuck off." But I end up laughing when Thomas leans over and kisses me again, even though he's laughing too.

Thomas sticks out his tongue and then licks up the side of my face before mumbling something.

"What was that?" Ronnie calls from the front seat. "Hey I'm listening I want to hear it all." he shrugs.

"Wendell Clark? Wendell freaking Clark?" I shout. "And you are pissy with me about Joel Otto while lusting after some prairie farm boy?"

"Hey." Thomas pokes me in the shoulder and kisses me again. "I happen to like prairie farm boys."

Ronnie pulls into the Robinson's driveway while I turn several interesting shades of red. Thomas slides his hands up my ribs, careful not to hurt me and whispers. "A lot." I kiss him back, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth when I pull back.

"Okay, we can explain Trevor's swollen lips, with all the bruises he looks like he should be swollen, but Thomas you look like you've been making out in the backseat of a car for the last half hour. Imagine that." he throws and arm over each of our shoulders and we walk up the driveway, all three of us laughing.

Thomas really does look freshly kissed and disheveled. I probably do too, but I don't really care either, I grab Thomas' hand behind Ronnie's back and give it a squeeze. Thomas grins and knocks on the door.

Ed answers it. "Why are you knocking? Come in." he gives me a quick hug. Joanne comes out of the kitchen and heads right for me. She grabs my chin and pulls me down to her height. Thomas and Ronnie snicker as she touches each bruise then kisses my cheek. Okay that feels nice, as much as I missed the mom stuff before, I gotta say that I liked Thomas trying to make me feel better more than Joanne doing it.

"Don't know why you're laughing so much Thomas. You were worse than that in the car." Ronnie laughs louder until Joanne smacks his shoulder.

Hey, you're not married to a hockey player for years and raise a pack of boys that play without knowing how to handle us. Ronnie mumbles sorry and this time I burst into laughter. Joanne wags a finger at me and tells us to make ourselves comfortable.

We do and when House and Deb arrive, and once Deb is done fawning over my eye and kissing me, we all sit down to eat. I'm happy to say that there is cake for dessert. Joanne apologizes for waiting so long to have a little celebration for me but I thank her and give her a big hug and a kiss, which keeps her quiet.

Once we're done eating Deb gets up to help but Joanne waves her off. There is no getting rid of Deb though; she starts clearing dishes away too. When we get waved off we go, I only offer once. It's not my fault that people try to be overly polite and say no.

"Okay this is so unfair." Michelle grins. "Ron has no date and Trevor and Thomas are guys, so we have a distinct lack of help in the kitchen here."

We all laugh when Deb and Joanne nod in agreement but Ronnie stands up and bows dramatically. "I'll be of service any way you want me." and he goes into the kitchen. Joanne and Deb laugh but Michelle looks slightly horrified.

The rest of us go back to talking, stopping only when loud bursts of laughter and the odd time Michelle screams 'oh my God' from the kitchen breaks the flow or our conversation. We all end up in the kitchen out of curiosity and find Ronnie washing pots while Joanne and Deb put the dishes in the dishwasher. Michelle has already gone upstairs.

Whatever was so funny is over now. Ronnie sticks his tongue out at us and puts the last pot in the sink. God, he's such a ham, I mean he's a ham around guys. Around women he's the biggest flirt ever. Thomas excuses himself to go to the washroom and I sit at the table.

When I sit down my eyes must droop a little because Joanne asks if I want to go lie down for a bit. "Your old room still has the bed made up, go ahead." she ruffles my hair. "You can show Thomas where you used to sleep."

That was an unexpected offer. I'm not overly tired just a little flat but showing Thomas my room is appealing to me a lot. "Uhhh, thanks. I think I'll do that." Everyone is still talking when I walk upstairs; I can hear music from Michelle's room so I hang out in the hallway waiting for Thomas to come out of the bathroom.

He jumps back a little when he sees me then smiles. "Why are you skulking in the hall?"

"Yeah." Thomas wraps an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my forehead. "But what..."

"Aww, poor baby. Taking advantage of someone catering to you for one last time." Thomas nibbles along the top of my earlobe.

I turn and kiss him softly. "Does that mean you won't be making me breakfast in bed tomorrow?"

"Hey, I'll be your guest bro." Thomas laughs. "Maybe we can ask Ronnie to make us... ya know its probably better not to give him ideas like that."

"Definitely." I grin and pull him inside my old room. I leave the door open though, its nice enough for Joanne to let us both up here I'm not going to do anything to destroy that trust.

"He is." I nod and sit on the bed and lean back against the pillow. Thomas lies next to me and I curl against him, resting my good cheek against his chest, nudging my head like a cat against his hand as he begins so softly stroking the other side of my face.

His fingers don't hurt at all as the brush over the bruises. He's got a perfect touch; he's really going to make a great doctor in that respect. In other ways too of course, he's so damn smart and caring. I move a little closer to him and sigh contentedly, my knee is resting just on top of his but we're not draped all over each other like we would be at home.

It doesn't matter; just lying with him like this is great. I'd be lying if I said it didn't excite me to have my cock pressed against his hip but I'm not going to do anything about it either. I'll just enjoy his hands on me and listening to his heartbeat.

"Yeah. He came home a day early as a surprise but I was the only one home." I kiss Thomas chest through his sweater.

I explain about finding the magazines and that I was reading them and had beat off before Brett got here and how he found the magazines.

"You both got off together?" Thomas hand slides down my back and then up to my neck again with just enough pressure to make me shiver.

"Yeah." I can feel my cheeks getting hot again. "I was so nervous I just laid my hand on top of his first and when he touched me I nearly jumped out of my skin." Thomas chuckles softly and kisses the top of my head. "Are you sure you want to hear all this?"

He tilts my head back enough so that I can see his face. "Yes. I do as long as you feel comfortable telling me."

I nod hell I've told him in great detail everything I ever did with Max. And vice versa, Thomas has told me about the two guys he's dated for any length of time and about the one he slept with. We've talked way more than we've done in the last month.

I slide up and both of us roll onto our sides so that we're face to face. "You wanna know how big he was?" Thomas nods, moving close enough so that our foreheads rest together. Aside from the fact that our hands are clasped that's the only place we're touching.

I tell him in detail how big Brett was, how he came first, how he only touched me as much as I was ready for and didn't cross the line. How we ate pizza and then he gave me head in the kitchen. Amazing head, he wants more details so I give them.

"Like in the living room, the bathroom, the backseat of your car is any better than the kitchen. Not to mention the driver's seat of my truck." Damn I was sure I was going to kill both of us that day. Luckily we were on a drive out of the city so there wasn't much traffic.

"Well I mean I'd have no right to be anything but happy for you if you had of, but I'm so happy you're letting me be your first." Thomas pulls me a little closer and kisses me.

"Me too." my hands slide into his hair and I kiss him back, but hold back from kissing him like I really want to, we probably should have picked a better place to have this conversation then right here and right now but I'm glad we had it.

I've never felt this way about anyone before, kinda happy and scared and just a little bit like I need to throw up all at the same time. And even weirder I like the feeling.

"Thanks for telling me. It'll make for a nice image when I need it." Thomas grins. "I bet you too looked so fucking hot together. You all pale with dark hair and him all blonde and tanned." he cups my cheek in his hand.

"So would you." I bite back a groan at the image of Brett and Thomas together. "I dreamed about that blow job when I went to sleep that night, only it wasn't Brett's head I saw when I looked down, it was yours. Even then I knew I wanted it to be you."

Thomas doesn't say anything, we both just smile and he rolls on his back again, I curl up against him. "Is it okay for you to have a nap? You don't have a concussion?"

"Nope, and the doctor said not to sleep too much, but that I could sleep. When I told him you were going to be a doctor he just said to make sure you knew not to let me sleep too much."

"You told him about me?" Thomas' yawns and his hand is ruffling though my hair, he likes playing with my curls as much as I enjoy his.

"Yeah, well I didn't say your name specifically but I did." I didn't set out to but that's hardly the point.

Thomas whispers something against the top of my head but I can't quite make out what it is. When I ask him, his breathing has evened out. I look up and watch him sleep for a few minutes. My breath catches in my throat when I brush a curl off his forehead and he sighs and nudges against my palm.

I'm as close right now as I've ever been to thinking that I love him. I'm just not sure if this is what love is, but whatever it is that I feel for Thomas is strong, stronger than anything I've ever felt. And I like it a lot.

I must fall asleep too cause next thing I remember is Ronnie sitting on the bed with us, chuckling and nudging Thomas' shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah. They're precious." Ronnie snorts then shifts so he's leaning against the footboard. I roll over a little and untangle myself from Thomas while he's doing the same thing.

"How long were we asleep?" I rub at my eye, then wince, damn stitches, at least when they throbbed I remembered they were there.

"Only about twenty minutes." Ronnie laughs again when Thomas leans forward and pushes my hand out of the way so I stop rubbing at my stitches.

Joanne sits on the bed too. "You needed the nap. You don't have a concussion do you?"

He blushes darker than I do, which is really saying something and Ronnie bites his lip so he doesn't laugh. "I'll try and keep him up... uhhh... I mean awake." Thomas must suddenly thinks the sheets are fascinating, cause he can't look anywhere else.

Joanne flushes a little then bursts into laughter. "I actually didn't mean that but, um, yeah whatever works." she reaches forward and gives me a quick hug. Thomas and Ronnie get up and leave, Joanne is still hugging me.

Finally she pulls back. "I'm really missing having you here, but I'm so happy you're happy."

"Thanks." I should know better than to try and not talk because she goes on telling me how she is always going to look back happily on having me here. And when I'm famous and in charge of the team she's going to be busting even more with pride than she already is. You know the kind of things that ensure that I'm red as a barn when we go downstairs.

It's not that late but we all kinda thin out fairly quick. Deb and House leave first. Joanne and Ed both hug me at the door and remind me not to be a stranger, and both grin when I assure them I won't be. They even give us extra cake to bring home.