Just What We Do
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Hockey RPF || Justin Faulk/Jeff Skinner || 1248 words
Birthday blowjob. Seriously, that's it.
A/N: Written for when Justin was injured in the game night before his birthday. I blame asimplechord. Thanks to her and junebug_waltz for the encouragement. Beta'd by asimplechord, all remaining mistakes are my own.
After all the usual post-game madness, Jeff has to wait on the team docs to clear Justin, so by the time they make it to Jeff's and get settled, it's late. Added to their current losing streak and the fact they got in at ass o'clock the night before, all Jeff really wants right now is a solid twelve hours or so of sleep. He's not going to get it, of course, since he's setting the alarm on his phone for way too early because Justin has to go for images and other bullshit in the morning. Jeff is only vaguely listening to Justin bitch about having to sleep on his back - which, really, that shouldn't be his biggest concern, because even if they don't know the extent of his injury, he's out and the team needs him and the whole thing sucks. Although maybe "I'm not comfortable sleeping on my back" is code for "I'm not comfortable sitting back and watching you guys finish the season without me."
Jeff figures if nothing else, he'll just curl up beside Justin and make sure he stays on his back. Jeff's a cuddly guy, he's not ashamed of it and he's pretty sure everyone knows it. Plus he and Justin have fooled around a few times, so it's not like it'd be news to Justin. (Jeff was surprised there wasn't even a token argument against sharing a bed, but Justin acted like there was nothing abnormal about stripping down to boxers and tees and stretching out on opposite sides of Jeff's bed. Not that there is anything inherently abnormal about it, especially when it comes to guys who are accustomed to sharing hotel and locker rooms and seeing each other naked or mostly so and having no personal space boundaries whatsoever, but Jeff's been disappointed before.)
Jeff goes to set his phone down and notices the date, realizes it's after midnight.
He rolls over and rests a hand on Justin's chest, waiting for Justin to stop rambling and look at him. When he does, Jeff smiles - a bright, dimples-in-full-force kind of smile - and says, "Happy Birthday," before leaning in for a kiss. He means it to be a simple, mostly chaste kiss, but Justin apparently has other ideas and it quickly turns dirty. Jeff is totally on board with that course of action; Justin gets birthday makeouts and Jeff gets a distraction to take the edge off the night. Jeff goes willingly when Justin pulls him closer and they make out for a while. Jeff's mostly leaning over Justin, knows that Justin likes to be in control and doesn't want him to give in to the desire to roll them over so he's on top. Fucking up his knee even more is definitely not on the agenda. But Jeff is letting him control the kissing, hands tangled in Jeff's hair.
Jeff moves his hand from Justin's chest lower, to ruck up his shirt and slide his hand along Justin's stomach. Justin's hand covers his, pushing his hand down to his crotch. Justin makes a noise against Jeff's mouth when Jeff cups his dick through his shorts. Jeff had meant to keep this simple, but he's definitely willing to complicate things. He shifts a little, settling himself with better balance so he can slide his fingers under the waistband of Justin's boxers. Justin's dick is hot and hard in Jeff's hand, and he jerks it a few times before he pulls out of the kiss so he can smile at Justin.
"Can I?" He doesn't think Justin is going to turn him down, but still feels like he should check, that he needs to see Justin's face when he asks, make sure he's not more influenced by the painkillers than by Jeff. But Justin is pretty clear-eyed, all things considered, and he just grins back and uses the hand he's still got in Jeff's hair to pull him back down and answer, "yeah, yes, please," against his lips between a few more stolen kisses.
There's not really a smooth way to move down the bed; he tries not to jar Justin's knee, and the positioning is awkward, but Jeff gets it figured out and slides Justin's boxers down enough to pull his dick out. Justin pushes up onto his elbows so he can watch what Jeff's doing, and Jeff doesn't fuck around, just opens his lips around the head of Justin's dick and goes down. He's got one hand wrapped around Justin and slides his other across Justin's hip, not really enough pressure to hold him there but hopefully enough to remind him to stay still. Jeff's not against having his mouth fucked, but they can't really do that right now. Justin's hand finds his and he tangles their fingers together for a moment before cupping the back of his head with his other hand, nails scratching lightly against the back of his neck before settling, not pushing, just there, letting Jeff control things.
Jeff wonders why they haven't been doing this all long, because he likes it and Justin is definitely into it. He almost wishes things were different, that they had more room to move and they weren't both so tired, but he does his best to make it good. The way Justin is saying his name makes him think he must be doing something right.
Justin mumbles something that serves as a warning and Jeff just glances up at him through his lashes. Justin must like something about that, because he groans "fuck" and drops his head back on the pillows as he comes. Jeff swallows around him and pulls off, licking one last stripe along the length of Justin's dick. He lets his head drop against Justin's thigh and slides his hand down into his own boxers.
Justin realizes what he's doing and says, "oh hey, no, c'mere," and tugs on the shoulder of Jeff's shirt to pull him up so they can go back to kissing and Justin can wrap his hand around Jeff to jerk him off.
Jeff absolutely approves of the way Justin is licking into his mouth, the way the kiss turns rough and messy as Justin tries to find a rhythm, and it doesn't take much before he's spilling, hot and sticky, across Justin's hand and shirt. Justin makes a face at the mess when Jeff pulls away, and Jeff laughs. It's mostly because he's feeling stupidly happy in this moment, but it is also a little because Justin's face is dumb.
Justin glares at him, no real heat behind it, and shares the mess by wiping his hand on Jeff's shirt.
"Happy birthday to me, I guess?" Justin says with a smirk as he wiggles around to take his shirt off.
"Cheaper than buying a present," Jeff agrees as he pulls his own shirt over his head and tosses it onto the floor beside the bed.
"Cheap and easy, huh?" Justin teases.
"Fuck you, I am not!" Jeff can feel his cheeks heating up, even though it doesn't make sense for him to start blushing now.
It's Justin's turn to laugh, and he does as he pulls Jeff down beside him. "I'll buy you lunch tomorrow after the hospital."
"Whatever," Jeff huffs, because that had been the plan all along.
"Hey. Jeff." Justin waits until Jeff looks at him. "Thanks." His smile is kinda small and understated, and one of Jeff's favorites. Jeff can't help but smile back.
"Happy birthday, man."
Hockey RPF || Justin Faulk/Jeff Skinner || 1248 words
Birthday blowjob. Seriously, that's it.
A/N: Written for when Justin was injured in the game night before his birthday. I blame asimplechord. Thanks to her and junebug_waltz for the encouragement. Beta'd by asimplechord, all remaining mistakes are my own.
After all the usual post-game madness, Jeff has to wait on the team docs to clear Justin, so by the time they make it to Jeff's and get settled, it's late. Added to their current losing streak and the fact they got in at ass o'clock the night before, all Jeff really wants right now is a solid twelve hours or so of sleep. He's not going to get it, of course, since he's setting the alarm on his phone for way too early because Justin has to go for images and other bullshit in the morning. Jeff is only vaguely listening to Justin bitch about having to sleep on his back - which, really, that shouldn't be his biggest concern, because even if they don't know the extent of his injury, he's out and the team needs him and the whole thing sucks. Although maybe "I'm not comfortable sleeping on my back" is code for "I'm not comfortable sitting back and watching you guys finish the season without me."
Jeff figures if nothing else, he'll just curl up beside Justin and make sure he stays on his back. Jeff's a cuddly guy, he's not ashamed of it and he's pretty sure everyone knows it. Plus he and Justin have fooled around a few times, so it's not like it'd be news to Justin. (Jeff was surprised there wasn't even a token argument against sharing a bed, but Justin acted like there was nothing abnormal about stripping down to boxers and tees and stretching out on opposite sides of Jeff's bed. Not that there is anything inherently abnormal about it, especially when it comes to guys who are accustomed to sharing hotel and locker rooms and seeing each other naked or mostly so and having no personal space boundaries whatsoever, but Jeff's been disappointed before.)
Jeff goes to set his phone down and notices the date, realizes it's after midnight.
He rolls over and rests a hand on Justin's chest, waiting for Justin to stop rambling and look at him. When he does, Jeff smiles - a bright, dimples-in-full-force kind of smile - and says, "Happy Birthday," before leaning in for a kiss. He means it to be a simple, mostly chaste kiss, but Justin apparently has other ideas and it quickly turns dirty. Jeff is totally on board with that course of action; Justin gets birthday makeouts and Jeff gets a distraction to take the edge off the night. Jeff goes willingly when Justin pulls him closer and they make out for a while. Jeff's mostly leaning over Justin, knows that Justin likes to be in control and doesn't want him to give in to the desire to roll them over so he's on top. Fucking up his knee even more is definitely not on the agenda. But Jeff is letting him control the kissing, hands tangled in Jeff's hair.
Jeff moves his hand from Justin's chest lower, to ruck up his shirt and slide his hand along Justin's stomach. Justin's hand covers his, pushing his hand down to his crotch. Justin makes a noise against Jeff's mouth when Jeff cups his dick through his shorts. Jeff had meant to keep this simple, but he's definitely willing to complicate things. He shifts a little, settling himself with better balance so he can slide his fingers under the waistband of Justin's boxers. Justin's dick is hot and hard in Jeff's hand, and he jerks it a few times before he pulls out of the kiss so he can smile at Justin.
"Can I?" He doesn't think Justin is going to turn him down, but still feels like he should check, that he needs to see Justin's face when he asks, make sure he's not more influenced by the painkillers than by Jeff. But Justin is pretty clear-eyed, all things considered, and he just grins back and uses the hand he's still got in Jeff's hair to pull him back down and answer, "yeah, yes, please," against his lips between a few more stolen kisses.
There's not really a smooth way to move down the bed; he tries not to jar Justin's knee, and the positioning is awkward, but Jeff gets it figured out and slides Justin's boxers down enough to pull his dick out. Justin pushes up onto his elbows so he can watch what Jeff's doing, and Jeff doesn't fuck around, just opens his lips around the head of Justin's dick and goes down. He's got one hand wrapped around Justin and slides his other across Justin's hip, not really enough pressure to hold him there but hopefully enough to remind him to stay still. Jeff's not against having his mouth fucked, but they can't really do that right now. Justin's hand finds his and he tangles their fingers together for a moment before cupping the back of his head with his other hand, nails scratching lightly against the back of his neck before settling, not pushing, just there, letting Jeff control things.
Jeff wonders why they haven't been doing this all long, because he likes it and Justin is definitely into it. He almost wishes things were different, that they had more room to move and they weren't both so tired, but he does his best to make it good. The way Justin is saying his name makes him think he must be doing something right.
Justin mumbles something that serves as a warning and Jeff just glances up at him through his lashes. Justin must like something about that, because he groans "fuck" and drops his head back on the pillows as he comes. Jeff swallows around him and pulls off, licking one last stripe along the length of Justin's dick. He lets his head drop against Justin's thigh and slides his hand down into his own boxers.
Justin realizes what he's doing and says, "oh hey, no, c'mere," and tugs on the shoulder of Jeff's shirt to pull him up so they can go back to kissing and Justin can wrap his hand around Jeff to jerk him off.
Jeff absolutely approves of the way Justin is licking into his mouth, the way the kiss turns rough and messy as Justin tries to find a rhythm, and it doesn't take much before he's spilling, hot and sticky, across Justin's hand and shirt. Justin makes a face at the mess when Jeff pulls away, and Jeff laughs. It's mostly because he's feeling stupidly happy in this moment, but it is also a little because Justin's face is dumb.
Justin glares at him, no real heat behind it, and shares the mess by wiping his hand on Jeff's shirt.
"Happy birthday to me, I guess?" Justin says with a smirk as he wiggles around to take his shirt off.
"Cheaper than buying a present," Jeff agrees as he pulls his own shirt over his head and tosses it onto the floor beside the bed.
"Cheap and easy, huh?" Justin teases.
"Fuck you, I am not!" Jeff can feel his cheeks heating up, even though it doesn't make sense for him to start blushing now.
It's Justin's turn to laugh, and he does as he pulls Jeff down beside him. "I'll buy you lunch tomorrow after the hospital."
"Whatever," Jeff huffs, because that had been the plan all along.
"Hey. Jeff." Justin waits until Jeff looks at him. "Thanks." His smile is kinda small and understated, and one of Jeff's favorites. Jeff can't help but smile back.
"Happy birthday, man."
