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“Flaco. ¿Me estás escuchando? (“Flaco. Are you listening to me?”)
Felix jolts and tears his eyes away from the strange stain on the ceiling above the check-in desk. He sighs softly, slumping back on the stiff couch he's been sitting on for the last fifteen minutes, and lets his head tip backwards enough to gently thump against the wall. The phone pressed to his ear feels too warm and very uncomfortable where it leans against his cartilage.
“Sí, mami, te escucho. Lo siento, es que estoy muy cansado,” (“Yes, Mommy, I'm listening. Sorry, I'm just very tired,”) he murmurs, letting his eyes close.
He can hear his mother suck at her teeth, and he braces himself.
“¿Qué te pasa que estás tan cansado? Ni tanto jugaste esta noche.” (“What's wrong with you that you're so tired? You didn't play that much tonight.”)
Felix scoffs, “No seas así, mami.” (“Don't be like that, mommy.”)
She laughs her loud tinkling laugh that strikes a discordant note somewhere in the hollows of Felix's chest. He is eternally grateful for the opportunity he has to actually follow the delusional little dream he held in his pudgy baby hands at the age of three, but he still feels so far from where he wants to be– figuratively and literally. He wants to play more hockey, and wants to prove himself. He wants to show every naysayer in his life that he can do it.
He also wants to be at home sitting at his mother's kitchen table shoveling the broken bits of buñuelos she's been making into his mouth. Instead, he is in a hotel in Edmonton. Sexiled from his own room.
“Lo siento, mijo. Sabes que te quiero,” (“I'm sorry, son. You know that I love you,”) his mom coos softly.
Felix hums, the sound low and drawn out, “Yo también te quiero, mamá.” (“I love you too, Mama.”)
He finally lifts his head from the wall, his eyes fluttering open just in time to see Luca entering the hotel lobby. Bergy and Wyatt are with him, talking animatedly about something that makes Luca laugh. The sight alone is enough to nearly knock the wind right from Felix's lungs. He has to force himself to look away. He definitely should not be looking at a teammate like that.
But he can't look away too long, and his eyes drift right back.
Luca spots him and lifts a hand to wave. Felix nods back, and quickly notices both Bergy and Wyatt heading off toward the elevator. And Luca, shit, Luca is walking over.
“Lo siento, mamá. Tengo que irme. Te llamaré mañana; buenas noches,” (“I'm sorry, Mama. I have to go. I will call you tomorrow; good night,”)he says in a rush. He hangs up the phone in the middle of his mom saying something, making him wince slightly knowing he will get an earful next time. Thankfully, he doesn't have too long to dwell on that thought.
Luca stops on the other side of the brochure laden coffee table in front of Felix and smiles warmly at him as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his team branded hoodie. “Hey,” he says softly, blinking his big blue eyes down at Felix.
Felix considers, however briefly, running from the hotel lobby and flinging himself into traffic if only to escape the wriggling kaleidoscope of butterflies taking flight in his stomach. He clears his throat and awkwardly, after two tries, stuffs his phone into the front pocket of his jeans.
“Hi.”
In what is obviously an attempt on Felix's life, Luca's tongue slips from his mouth to swipe across the petal pink plump of his lower lip. “When you left dinner you said you were going to go to bed. Why are you down here? Is everything alright?” Luca asks, his eyes wide and earnest in a way that somehow pisses Felix off just a little.
Exhaling sharply enough to blow some loose strands of hair around his face, Felix shrugs his shoulders. “Last time we were in Edmonton, Jordy met some girl and they met up again so my room is currently… occupied,” he explains with a grimace.
Luca shuffles his feet, glances over his shoulder, and then looks back at Felix. He feels like a butterfly with its wings spread and pinned down onto a display board beneath Luca's piercing eyes, like he is held open and vulnerable under observation. He doesn't exactly hate it.
“You can come up to my room, so you don't have to sit here all night,” Luca offers with a nonchalance that is a stark contrast to Felix's obvious chalance.
Felix blinks once, twice… three times in an attempt to focus his brain.
“Your room?” Felix asks, mentally cursing himself for the strain in his words.
Luca nods, smiling almost shyly, “Yeah. We can watch a movie or something.”
Felix's body moves faster than his brain, and he is quickly on his feet before he can even begin to formulate a response. Luca takes a few shuffling steps back as they are suddenly much closer now that Felix is standing, but the soft smile on his face never falters. He nods toward the elevator with his head before he wheels around and begins to walk off.
Like a lost little puppy, Felix follows behind.
“Some game, eh?” Felix offers as the doors close. He winces at the awkwardness. He should be able to behave like a normal human being. Luca is his teammate– they're friends. It shouldn't matter that Luca might be the prettiest man that Felix has ever laid eyes on.
Luca presses the button to their floor and leans back against the wall. He smiles in a way that wrinkles his nose and Felix considers slamming his own head against the metal walls. “We almost didn't lose,” Luca says with a small laugh, shrugging his shoulders.
Felix snorts back a laugh, “Maybe one day we'll win one.”
“It'll happen. I know it.”
The elevator stops moving. The doors open and Luca steps out. “You're awfully optimistic,” Felix says with a scoff of disbelief as he follows.
They fall into step, walking side by side down the hall. Luca leans just enough in Felix's direction to make their shoulders bump against each other. “We can't lose forever, right? And it's not like we never win. We have Ilya Rozanov as our captain. And, now that we have Wyatt? We're not losing as badly,” he explains. Luca is so optimistic and enthusiastic about their chances of not sucking that Felix finds himself nodding along.
They slow their pace and Luca stops outside of a door as he reaches into his pocket to retrieve his wallet. He pulls out the key card, swipes it, and pushes open the door once the little light turns green. The hotel room is nearly identical to the one that Felix is staying in down the hall. The only major difference is that there is only one set of bags beside one of the beds while the other is completely vacant.
“You're not rooming with anyone?” Felix asks, stepping further into the room.
Luca shakes his head, “Nah. Cap said that I was going to room with Tanner, but he got hurt last week and didn't come on this roadie so I just lucked out and got a room to myself.”
“Lucky,” Felix says with a grin. He walks over to the obviously unused bed and sits on the edge. “I'd love a break from Jordy.”
“He's not that bad,” Luca laughs. God, Felix loves when he does that. Luca moves to sit on the edge of his own bed, directly across from where Felix is sitting in the other. The gap between the two beds is so small that their knees almost touch. Luca slides off his shoes and scoots backward onto the bed.
Felix feels a bit light headed as his eyes travel down Luca's body, admiring how he stretches as he moves back to sit in the middle of the bed against the headboard. There is a sliver of exposed, pale skin between the waistband of his pants and his sweatshirt that has Felix blushing like some Victorian man who just saw an exposed ankle for the first time.
He shakes his head and forces himself to look away. This is stupid. He was going to make Luca uncomfortable if he notices the way that he's been leering.
Luca, seemingly oblivious to the lustful way Felix has been looking, picks up the remote to turn on the television. He flips to a random channel before he reaches toward the nightstand between the two beds and grabs a room service menu.
“Didn't you just get back from dinner?” Felix teases, sliding backwards to sit at the head of the bed, kicking his shoes off as he goes.
“I am a professional athlete,” Luca says, playfully sticking his nose in the air.
Felix snorts, a truly unattractive sound, “You played for like a minute.”
“Do you want to split a pizza and fries or not?” Luca asks, faux exasperation in his tone as he shoots Felix a grin.
“Yes. Yeah. Uh, that sounds great,” Felix readily agrees.
While Luca goes for the phone to call for food, Felix quietly excuses himself to the washroom. He closes the door just as he hears Luca speaking into the phone for their late night snack. He rests both of his hands on the counter and hangs his head forward, letting his chin dip to his chest as he takes in slow and steady breaths.
This shouldn't be weird. This is just two friends, teammates, hanging out. It doesn't matter that Felix is practically frothing at the mouth every time that he looks at Luca. There is nothing there. There can't be anything there. He is going to use the washroom, wash his hands, and walk back into the room.
He's going to be normal.
Felix can be normal.
When he returns to the room, Felix sits back down on the vacant bed and relaxes as best as he can against the headboard. Both he and Luca sit in companionable silence while some 1980's action movie plays on the television. Luca only moves when there is a knock at the door.
He pads across the room and opens the door to accept their food. He then turns and makes a beeline for Felix. Luca sets the food in front of him, before climbing up to sit right next to him on the bed. Their thighs brush as Luca settles, and Felix has to stop himself from tucking and rolling off of the bed altogether.
Once he gets himself under control, Felix finds it easy. Luca makes him laugh as they talk about the terrible movie. They slowly eat a few fries and a couple slices of pizza before Felix moves the food to the nightstand. When he looks back, Luca is laying down on the bed with a halo of blond curls fanning out across the pillow under his head.
Felix almost chokes on his own saliva at the sight.
He slowly mirrors Luca's portion, although he can feel the tension in every one of his muscles as he does so.
“Who were you talking to on the phone? Down in the lobby?” Luca asks softly.
“My mom. We, uh… we talk after almost every game,” Felix admits, feeling his cheeks flush. He's the youngest of all of his siblings, by a pretty big gap, and he's used to being called a mama's boy but that doesn't mean he wants Luca to think about him like that.
Luca hums, low and soft, “Do you miss her?”
“Yeah. We talk a lot, but it's not the same, y'know? My sisters still live nearby my parents so they're always together and my brother is closer than me. I feel kind of alone sometimes. Which is weird. We live in the same country at least. I can't imagine how you feel being so far from home.”
Luca doesn't say anything for a beat, and Felix worries that maybe he's said the wrong thing. Then, he watches the way that Luca's face softens at the corners of his eyes and the way his lips twitch almost imperceptibly. “It can be hard,” Luca murmurs, nodding his head, “But, I am doing something I have dreamed about since the first time I put on a pair of skates. And… I have people here who make it easier. I've got friends, and I lived with Choui when I first got here so Selena has made herself my Canadian mom.”
Felix laughs. He has definitely seen the way that Choui's wife dotes on Luca whenever they are all together. He blinks his eyes as his laughter tapers off and he feels his heart stutter inside his chest. Somehow, Luca is closer than before. Felix could count his freckles easily with how close they are to one another. And when he lifts his gaze from the tiny constellations dotting Luca's cheeks, his breath is knocked from his lungs at the sight of his bright blue eyes staring right back at him.
“Your eyes are so pretty,” Felix breathes out. When the words register in his ears, it's as if someone pulled the emergency brakes inside his head. Oh, god. Oh, no. Luca is going to laugh at him. He's going to kick him out. He's not going to want to be his friend anymore, let alone play on the same line.
He should go. He needs to leave.
Before Felix can move, Luca's hand is reaching across the distance between them and resting on his cheek. His palm is warm. His touch is soft. His thumb slowly swipes across Felix's cheek and he is positive he's stopped breathing.
His eyes flick down to Luca's lips– pink, pouted– and back up to his eyes.
“Can I…?” Felix begins to ask, unable to make himself finish his thought.
Then, in the time it takes Felix to blink, Luca closes the distance between them and they are kissing. Luca's tongue is in his mouth and Felix is sure he's actually died.
Whatever taut cord of proprietary that has existed between the two of them snaps. Hands and lips are everywhere. Felix pushes at Luca's sweatshirt until he is able to strip it completely from the man in front of him, leaving his chest bare. Luca does the same with Felix's shirt before he climbs into his lap. Felix is surprised that he doesn't blackout with how fast all of the blood in his head rushes south to his rapidly hardening cock.
Then, he is kissing down the length of Felix's torso. His long fingers trace around Felix's waistband, and his eyes flick upwards to stare at him.
Felix might combust.
He nods.
Luca makes short work of opening Felix's jeans. He, with some helpful shimmying, gets them down Felix's thighs. He tugs down Felix’s boxer briefs and groans when Felix’s cock springs free. The sound alone is enough to make Felix whimper. He tosses his head back into the pillow beneath his head and squeezes his eyes shut.
Felix feels the way that Luca runs his tongue up from the base of Felix’s cock up to the tip before wrapping his hand around the base and licks over the head. A gasp leaves Felix's lips, making him lift his head to see Luca staring up at him. He takes a deep breath and trails his tongue around the head of Felix’s cock before sinking his mouth down slightly. He sucks experimentally and slides his mouth down lower, his hand starting to stroke up and down as well.
Felix's entire body feels like it is going to vibrate apart.
Luca hums softly and pulls back before pushing down further, removing his hand. Felix feels the way his throat relaxes as he sinks down until his nose barely brushes over the trimmed thatch of hair at the base of Felix’s cock. A moan tinged with surprise rips through Felix's body.
Molten hot pleasure seeps into Felix's veins as Luca begins to move his head in earnest. Wet sucking sounds followed by low, muffled moans fill the room. Felix's hands fist the duvet under him as he tries desperately to hold himself in check and not thrust mindlessly into the slick, velvet heat of Luca's mouth.
Luca swallows around him and slowly pulls back, replacing his hand to stroke over him, and pulls off for a breath. Felix, who has tried his damnedest to stay quiet, who knows which of their teammates could be next door, lets out a whine and clamps his hand over the back of Luca’s neck. “So close,” Felix whispers in warning, his hips twitching forward involuntarily. He watches in silent amazement as the head of his cock skids over Luca’s lips.
He's going to die. He's going to die in some random hotel room in Edmonton because Luca Haas is apparently some sort of dick sucking God.
Luca licks his lips and smirks before sucking Felix down again, groaning around him. Felix moans and tosses his head back a bit more and lets out a small whimper as his nails dig into the back of Luca’s head as he feels the hot coil in his stomach tightening. “L-Luca,” Felix stutters. He lifts his head and looks down to see Luca's big, blue eyes staring straight back at him.
“Oh, fuck,” Felix whines, licking his lips, “I’m gonna cum, Luca. Fuck.”
It’s a chain reaction. Luca’s tongue flicks over the sensitive spot just under the head of Felix’s cock as his hand twists and Felix comes with a muffled shout into Luca’s mouth. His whole body is on fire as he shakes through his orgasm.
Luca pulls off of Felix’s cock and pants, dropping his head down onto Felix’s thigh as he sucks in breath. Then, he's moving. He crawls up to straddle Felix's body, his knees pressing into the mattress at either side of his hips. His trembling hands fight with the button and zipper of his jeans until he is able to shove them down, along with his underwear.
Without thinking, Felix reaches out to wrap a hand around Luca's hard cock. The tip is leaking so much that Felix's hand slides smoothly from root to tip. Luca's eyes squeeze shut and he makes the prettiest broken off moan that Felix has ever heard. His own dick twitches valiantly against his thigh as it attempts to become hard again.
“Felix,” Luca whimpers, his hips fucking forward to force his cock through Felix's fist.
Luca whispers Felix's name repeatedly, as if offering up a quiet prayer to a God of pleasure. Felix wants to live in this moment forever. He wants to feel Luca hard and wet in the palm of his hand. He wants to watch how he bites at his lower lip, even if it does nothing to stifle the whines and moans. He wants to feel Luca's hands on his chest, nails pressing little cresent moons into his skin.
He wants this– Luca– forever.
With a gasp of a moan, Luca's hips stutter and his back arches as he cum across Felix's fist and stomach. Felix strokes him through the aftershocks until he whimpers and weakly bats his hand away.
Felix tries to catch his breath but every time his eyes catch a glimpse of how spit-slick and swollen Luca's panting mouth is he feels as if he's been checked into the boards harder than he's ever been before. His chest aches and his lungs struggle to expand while whatever air he managed to take in hitches and sputters in his throat. God, Luca is so fucking gorgeous. How did this even happen?
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Felix leans in to suck at Luca's lower lip. His teeth graze the tender flesh as he moves to kiss him fully again. He could die right here and have absolutely no regrets.
As Luca settles his weight against Felix, and his hands move to cradle his jaw, there is a pleasant fuzzy feeling soaring through Felix's veins. His whole body is tingling, and there is a buzzing in his ears. Only… the buzzing is too far away to be just in his ears. Mournfully, Felix pulls away from the kiss. He blinks, bleary-eyed, to try to focus his senses.
Sitting up on his elbows, Felix peers over the edge of the bed to see his phone on the floor. It's vibrating with an incoming FaceTime call from Jordy.
“Fuck,” Felix swears under his breath.
Luca silently moves off of him and steps into the washroom. Felix scrambles for a minute to tuck himself back into his underwear and tug his jeans up his hips. He reaches out, hand floundering, and accepts the call but leaves the phone on the floor.
“Pointer!” Jordy calls as his face fills the screen. “Where… where are you? What am I looking at?”
As Felix scrambles off the bed, Luca emerges from the washroom fully clothed again. He hands Felix a damp washcloth and nods toward the mess coating his stomach. Felix mouths a silent ’thank you' to him.
“I'm in Haasy's room. We were watching a movie since you kicked me out of our room,” Felix says in a huff. He wipes at his stomach with the cloth, clearing away the physical evidence of what he and Luca had just done.
Jordy laughs, “That doesn't explain why I'm staring at the fucking ceiling, dude.”
Felix turns to toss the washcloth onto the tile floor in the bathroom, he'd worry about it later, and grabs his shirt from the floor. After a few quick seconds of wrestling with it, he gets the shirt on and he grabs the phone from the floor.
“It fell outta my pocket. What're you up to, man? Where's your friend?” Felix asks, sitting on the rumpled bed with a sigh.
Luca settles on his own bed, pushing both of his hands through his hair. He is so close and yet so fucking far away.
On the phone, Jordy scoffs, “She left. Said she had class in the morning or something. You wanna go get something to eat?”
“Cap or Bood will kill us if we go out right now. It's late,” Felix says, trying to stay focused on the phone call and not stare at Luca.
Jordy boos loudly through the screen.
Luca sighs, “I'm going to go to bed here soon, Jordy. I'll send LP back with the leftovers from our room service.”
“Yes, Haasy! You're the man. I'm gonna kiss you on the mouth when I see you!”
An irrational, angry little monster thrashes against Felix's chest at Jordan's joke. Luca rolls his eyes, already moving to get the food together. “Please, don't,” he says with a laugh.
Jordan laughs and hangs up the call before Felix can force himself to feel anything close to normal about the exchange. He sets his phone down beside him on the bed and glances back at Luca. “You're kicking me out?” he asks, hating just how sad his voice slips out before he can catch it.
Luca smiles softly, rounding the bed to stand in front of Felix.
“I figured we both wouldn't want him to come over here and roll around in the bed we just got off in.”
He leans in and presses a slow kiss to Felix's lips, who absolutely melts. Luca tastes like mint– like he's freshly brushed his teeth– and nothing Felix. A few luxurious seconds later, Luca pulls away from the kiss and smiles down at Felix. His cheeks are pink and his eyes are sparkling, even in the cheap hotel lighting.
“I'll see you in the morning.”
Felix nods dumbly and grabs the leftover pizza, “Yeah. The morning."