One Shots

Patric dropped the last box on the floor of my bedroom, eyes lifting to mine as he pulled his shirt up to wipe his face. I couldn't help but peek at the sliver of skin he'd revealed, his taut abdomen glistening with sweat. My own shirt felt heavy and damp and I was itching to take it off and shower.

"Thanks again for helping me." Pat nodded and I continued, "And for the recommendation letter to the Co-op board. I really appreciate it."

"Yeah, no problem. It'll be nice having someone I know live so close."

"You sure you won't get sick of me? I mean, seeing me at the rink and here-"

"I could never get sick of you, Aly." The blush on my cheeks burned hot and he stepped forward, setting a hand on my shoulder. "I like seeing you at the rink."

"I like you too- seeing you, I mean." He nodded and I turned my attention to the pile next to us, a large stack of boxes nearing the ceiling in height. I kicked the edge of one of them and groaned. "I didn't know I had this much shit."

He chuckled softly, running his hands through his short blonde hair. "It just looks like a lot because it's stacked up. Do you want me to stay and help you?"

I was tempted to say yes, biting down hard on my lip before I turned back to him. Tempted to pull him down on my unmade bed and ride him until we left for Toronto the next morning. Tempted to drop to my knees and properly thank him.

"You don't have to."

You're a fucking idiot, Aly. You really are.

"You sure? At least let me help you sort them out."

"No, you've already done so much."

Jesus Christ, Aly!

He ignored my protest and grabbed a box marked 'sheets', hoisting it up and turning towards my bedroom. I watched his arms bulge beneath his sleeves and swallowed hard, the sight of his broad shoulders slipping into the harsh 'v' of his waist hypnotizing me.

"You coming?"

I shook out of it and did my best to ignore the euphemism, squeezing my thighs together and following his lead. The room was bright and empty, save for my mattress in the corner. He'd ripped open the box and had my fitted sheet tucked between his hands, stopping when I cleared my throat.

"What are you doing?"

"Making your bed. Gimme a hand?"

"Why?" I ambled over and took a corner, tucking the sheet under the mattress. Patric handled two of them and we both righted ourselves, eyeing the far side. "I got it."

I fell forward and crawled over, tugging the cotton material. It caught under my knees and I scooted back, reaching to pull it over the edge. Pat cleared his throat behind me and I looked back at him.

"I'm uh- sorry. You're fine."

I eyed his flushed cheeks, the slight bulge in his joggers, and grinned. My shorts had ridden up behind me when I arched my back, unintentionally giving him quite the view of my bare ass. I could feel the air thicken as I turned back to the task at hand. This time though, I took it slow. I was focused on his breath quickening, the sound of him shifting on his feet as he adjusted himself, and I half-assedly tucked the sheet down.

"There... all done."

I sat back and turned towards him, watching his eyes shoot up to mine with a sheepish grin. I felt like I'd caught him with his hand in the cookie jar and my stomach flipped at the look he gave me. He reached out to help me off and I righted myself, subtly rolling the hem of my shorts before I cleared my own throat.

"Thanks for everything today. I can't tell you how much it means to me. Is there anything I can do to pay you back?"

"I have a few ideas..." he offered, stepping so close that I could feel the heat of his body. He was lithe, all lean muscle under his black t-shirt and gray joggers, and I looked up to meet his eyes.

"I hate sending you home all sweaty. Do you- do you wanna use my shower?"

"I was thinking dinner but that could work."

I hooked my fingers under the hem of my t-shirt, slipping it up and over my head. The cool air had my nipples taut under the thin fabric of my sports bra and I slid hands down and over my breasts. Patric studied me for a solid minute before lunging forward, taking a hard grip on my waist and picking me up.

We stumbled into the empty bathroom and he dropped my ass on the counter, letting his hands linger on my bare skin before taking my chin in his hand. I let him pull my face up and kiss me, melting against him. He pulled me close and sunk into it, stepping between my thighs as I opened them up to him. The tight spandex of my leggings was suffocating and I lifted my hips to pull them off quickly.

His fingers slipped over mine and traced the skin I had revealed, grazing my ass and ghosting over my thighs. My heart raced when I pulled him close again and his lips met mine in a fevered kiss. I took the chance to feel him up, hands dancing down his muscled back and over the curves of his body. He was hard underneath my fingertips, flexing as I tucked my hands under the band of his sweats. Warm and welcoming, I grabbed a handful of his ass and pulled his hips flush against mine.

"Aly, dammit- I've never seen you like this?" He tugged down the edge of my bra and my breasts sprang free. I pulled his head between them and he groaned against my skin.

"What does that mean?"

Between kisses, he glanced up and smiled. "You're just always so... polite. So put together."

"And now that I want you to fuck me-" he moaned at my words and I dissolved into a fit of laughter.

"Dirty talk. The fucking dirty talk. And you're aggressive and sexy-"

"You like that?" He nodded between my breasts and pulled my nipple between his teeth. "Because, in all honesty, I wanted to fuck you the moment we met. Pat, it's been so hard to focus around you."

"Hmm, yeah? Tell me more." He dropped between my knees and I leaned back, setting a foot on his shoulder to open up to him.

"God dammit, I wanted you to bend me over that fucking conference table. I can't think about anything but you and me in the plane bathroom."

"Mile high club?" He mumbled against my thigh, biting down harshly before sucking my clit between his lips.


"Oh, you have no idea." My voice was shaky and weak as he kissed my lips gently. I reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him flush against my pussy. "And when you come off the ice- I've dreamt about you in my ass. Fucking me hard, wherever. Whenever."

"On camera?"

"Jesus Christ!" He slid two fingers between my folds and slipped them past his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he righted himself. With a flick of his wrist, his joggers pooled around his feet and he was sliding the head of his cock along my folds. "Patric, are you gonna keep me waiting?"

He shook his head and happily sheathed himself, filling and stretching me with heat that could melt glass. The feel of his dick pulling at the ridges and folds took my breath away and I reached out to grab the edge of the counter.

"Al," he panted, leaning down to kiss me, "baby, hold on to me."

His lips were warm against mine and I blindly obeyed, taking a firm grip on his biceps as he picked me up. With nowhere else to go, I slid down on him and winced at his depth. My body ached with delight as he carried me into the shower. He reached out for the knob and in an instant, a gentle steam filled the room.

I was still on him, enjoying the stretch he was giving me, when he sat my back against the shower wall. With the added leverage, his hands held my waist as he thrust up. Without pulling out much, the slight movement built up a powerful orgasm quickly. What felt like a second later, I dug my nails into his arms and cried out.

He held my body as I shook quietly and my head fell back against the cool tile.

"Aly, that was... you are so gorgeous when you come."

"Yeah?" I pulled his face close and clenched around him. "You wanna see it again?"

He noted the challenge in my voice and raised an eyebrow, nodding a second later. Without warning, he lifted me up and set me down hard. I leaned into the steady pace and felt my stomach tighten again.


"Pat-" I stopped him and he leaned back. "Let me down?"

He obliged and I slid my hands over his body, wet and warm from the shower streaming down. His hand dropped between my thighs and cupped me hard. I felt my knees go weak and forced myself to shake out of it before turning around. He watched me as I took his hand and set it on my ass, leaning forward and setting my hands on the wall in front of me.

My backside towards him, I wriggled a bit and looked back at him. His grin was wide, erection proudly waiting for me, and I reached back to align him with my pussy. "Fuck me, Patric."

"Oh, my pleasure Aly."

The head of his cock slipped into me with a soft 'pop' and a throaty groan bubbled up, my knees threatening to give as he screwed into me. He wrapped a strong arm around my waist and tucked his hands back between my thighs. Calloused fingers blindly traced my folds and my vision practically blurred as he found his pace again. My ass meeting his hips and the quiet slapping sound our skin made was like music to my ears and I let his name slip from my lips. Over and over, it was as if it was the only word I knew until he leaned forward, chest against my back.

His breath against my shoulder sent heat throughout my body and I turned to pull his lips to mine in a hot, wet kiss.

"Aly, fuck- how have we not done this before?"

His mouth slid over my skin like a skate on the ice and I pulled him close again. "Because we're fucking insane."

We were both panting and he pulled back, fingers tightening on my waist as his body tensed. His other hand danced circles over my clit and he came hard, doing his best to keep his hand going until I followed suit.

He held me close and I fell apart again, weak from the first orgasm he'd given me. His arms were the only thing that held me up and I tried to stand, failing miserably. He pinned me against the wall with his thigh between my legs and my stomach flipped at the idea of round two so soon, but his eyes stayed on mine as he reached above my head.

I watched him pull the shower head free and slip it down over our bodies, lingering on my breasts as he fiddled with the temperature. Deeming it warm enough, he dropped it between my legs a moment later.

"You alright?"

I was too focused on the steady thrum of water against my heat, nodding slowly as my head fell back. He leaned forward to kiss me and I welcomed him hungrily. His thick thigh between my knees built a friction I didn't know I needed and I found myself grinding on him involuntarily.

"Aly?" I opened my eyes to find him looking at me, a sly grin on his face. He flexed hard and I squealed in delight, pulling him down into another kiss. "Oh my god, Aly."

My free hand found his wrist and I pulled it to my pussy again, angling the shower head to where I needed it most. He broke into a grin and took control, shaking his head as I groaned.

Notes

Sorry for the abrupt ending. Possibly a part 2. Something is actually wrong with my computer....