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Last night had been a bit of a blur for Jesper. With the win against the Belendt Barons, the Crows had advanced to the playoff finals, which had been reason to celebrate. After all, they’d swept them in four games and had a couple of days until they would have to play again. That didn’t mean they wouldn’t step on the ice, because Kaz would make sure that they showed up for training, but at least, they had two days off after this before they had to meet up again. So, they’d been able to properly celebrate - and Kaz had been there as well, not as long as they had stayed, but he had joined them for a bit until he’d left the celebration with Inej. The best thing for Jesper had been that Wylan had been able to be there as well. Figure skating season was over and he’d decided to take it slow at the moment, travel with them and be there to cheer Jesper - and the team of course - on.
They hadn’t been drunk, maybe a little tipsy when they’d ended up on the dancefloor, they just hadn’t stayed there long. Jesper still had no idea just how it had happened, but Wylan had tripped and hurt his left ankle.
It’s not that bad, he’d kept saying, but Jesper hadn’t listened to him, knowing that Wylan tended to play his injuries down. Not that he was any better, because he always did the same. Last night, though, Jesper hadn’t been persuaded by Wylan and had taken him home, where he’d taken a good look at his ankle. It had been a bit tender, slightly swollen, but there hadn’t been a lot they could do in the middle of the night. Jesper had put a bandage around his ankle so that he wouldn’t be able to move it too much and they’d tumbled into bed, sharing kisses, hugging close, and falling asleep in each other's arms.
Still half asleep, Jesper reached out his hand, sure that he’d find Wylan right there so that he could pull him close again, but the other side of the bed was empty. That made him raise his head and open his eyes, suddenly very awake, because he had no idea where his boyfriend was and after last night, he needed to check on him. He sat up so quickly that his head was spinning slightly, but he took a deep breath and concentrated on the task at hand: finding Wylan. Even in the dark room, he could make out the dress shirt he’d been wearing last night and reached for it to put it on, not bothering to button it up, but it was still a bit chilly in the apartment, especially after just crawling out of bed.
The lights in the kitchen were on, so that was his first stop. Usually, he’d check the bathroom first, but since the lights were on - and he was pretty sure they had turned them off last night - the kitchen was his best bet. And there he was, standing in front of the freezer with an ice pack in hand.
“Are you in pain?” Jesper asked, voice still rough from just having woken up. At least, he hadn’t startled Wylan. Maybe, he’d sensed him, maybe he’d heard him. When Wylan looked at him over his shoulder and sent him a smile, he didn’t think about that anymore anyway.
“A little,” he said, closing the door of the freezer again, which prompted Jesper to close the distance between them.
“Here, let me.” His hands found Wylan’s hips and he lifted him effortlessly onto the kitchen counter. The surprised noise that came over his lips made Jesper grin to himself.
“You don’t have to.”
“But I want to.” Slowly, he let his fingertips stroke along Wylan’s thighs, feeling him shiver at the feather-light touch, as he got down on his knees in front of him to cradle his foot in his hand in order to take off the bandage. When Wylan brushed a loose curl from Jesper’s forehead, he looked up briefly and shot him a smile. He tried to be careful when he touched his fingers to the tender skin but still, Wylan winced slightly. “Sorry about that.” Jesper took the ice pack that Wylan had put next to him, and held it against the swollen part of his ankle.
“It’s not your fault. You’re very gentle, Jesper.”
“Only when I want to be,” he answered with a chuckle, moving the ice pack just a bit around to focus the cold on a different part and because he didn’t want it to get too cold for Wylan in the end.
“Oh, I know that you can be rough as well, and I like both sides of you.” The faint blush on his cheeks made Jesper grin.
“That’s something I know very well.” He slowly rose again, putting the icepack aside so that he could let his cold fingers stroke up his calves, making Wylan shiver again, but once he was at his full height, he rubbed his palm up his thighs. “And I love the sounds I can elicit out of you in those moments. Especially when I do this.” Both hands found his hips and gripped them tightly to pull him a bit closer to the edge of the counter. The moan that filled the room fanned the heat inside him. This had started completely innocently, but now, the air between them was charged. It was always like this with them, like the mood could change any moment. Jesper enjoyed everything with Wylan, could cuddle with him for hours and keep it soft and innocent, and they could also spend the whole day outside and end it with Jesper reading to Wylan in bed before they fell asleep together. But moments like this one right now weren’t a rarity. Jesper never knew just what Wylan would do or how he would react, so it was always a bit of a surprise. Would he blush profusely at his words and actions, maybe even hide his face, or would he be bold and say something so unexpectedly that it made Jesper speechless? It was something he really loves, something that always reminded him of that time in the beginning when Wylan had stuck his hand down his pyjama pants in the hotel hallway.
“This is not what I expected to happen when I got up,” Wylan admitted, a soft chuckle falling from his lips as he ran his palms down Jesper’s chest to his abdomen, his right thumb scratching over the coarse hair from his navel down to the waistband of his boxers, making Jesper suck in a breath.
“I mean, I can still go back to bed, if you prefer,” he said in yest, taking a step back, only to be pulled close by Wylan again.
“Don’t you dare.” His words were merely mumbled before he kissed Jesper, one hand against the back of his neck to hold him right there, the other gripping his shirt.
Jesper had to smile into the kiss, squeezed his hips once more, before he let go of them, but he got another moan out of Wylan, prompting him to deepen the kiss, wrap his left arm around him to pull him flush against his chest. His right hand slipped beneath his boxer shorts at the back, squeezing his behind. As much as he enjoyed gripping hold of Wylan’s hips, he didn’t want to overdo it, especially because the marks from last time were still visible. Oh, it was great to see them, knowing that there were his fingers imprinted on his skin, and he knew that Wylan loved them as well, because he’d told him time and time again. Whenever they had to part for a few days, Wylan could look at them, touch them and imagine Jesper there with him while he touched himself, sometimes letting Jesper listen and driving him utterly mad with want. Needless to say, when he returned home, they usually didn’t make it to the bedroom.
Jesper pulled back from Wylan’s lips, who protested quietly, but was quickly distracted again when Jesper started peppering his cheek and jaw with kisses, slowly making his way down to his throat, where he changed to open mouthed kisses, nipping on his skin here and there. Meanwhile, his hands found his waist, just holding onto him like that as he trailed kisses onto his chest, flicking his tongue against the pink bud. Wylan’s nails dug into his shoulder for a second as he inhaled sharply, which prompted Jesper to repeat that before he closed his lips around it and sucked hard. Wylan groaned deep within his chest, his fingers stroking ever so softly along Jesper’s temple.
Letting go of Wylan’s waist, Jesper placed his hands on both of Wylan’s thighs, rubbed his palms down to his knees while he released his nipple to kiss further down, taking his time until he reached his boxers. The way Wylan pushed his hips forward made him smile against his skin, but he had other plans, and so he latched his lips onto his right thigh, sucked a pretty mark into the inside of his thigh, before he kissed further down.
“Tease,” Wylan said breathless, eyes gone dark with arousal and need. Not that Jesper was faring any better at the moment, but he still wanted to draw this out a little.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” He gave Wylan’s thigh a gentle bite, before trailing kisses down along his knee and his calf, eliciting a moan that was mixed with laughter out of Wylan. They both enjoyed this, no matter who was on the receiving end. Teasing each other was something they’d perfected, which they continued to do, and which fanned the heat between them all day sometimes, until they finally had some time alone and could let actions follow their words.
Jesper took his time kissing and nipping all the way down to his ankle where he switched to the injured one, placing very gentle kisses around it, making Wylan shiver with it.
“Jes, please” Wylan sighed, gently scratching his nails over the back of his head, which made Jesper shiver slightly this time, because it was something he enjoyed immensely.
“Please what, darling?” Jesper drawled, making Wylan groan with his words alone, which in turn made him smile. Still, he kept on kissing up his left leg, pushing himself up so that he didn’t kneel between his legs anymore. He gripped Wylan’s thighs as he nipped on the delicate skin of his inner thigh, teasing him even more.
“Please, Jesper, I need to feel your lips around my cock.” Now, it was Wylan who made Jesper groan and dig his fingers into Wylan’s thighs. They both knew how to play this game and it showed, because Wylan knew all too well what those words did to him. It was the fact that Wylan looked so sweet, so innocent in a way, and then those words came over his lips and he drove Jesper out of his mind.
“Yes… yes!” So much for taking his time. Jesper had had the best intentions, but they both weren’t the most patient people in some regards, and Wylan always managed to make Jesper lose sight of his actual plan, which he’d never complain about.
His hands found Wylan boxer shorts and pulled them down as quickly and as best as he could, because he needed them off him now. He didn’t waste time, curled his fingers around Wylan’s length and closed his lips around his tip. Wylan’s left hand found purchase in Jesper’s hair, not pulling on it or pushing his head in any kind of direction, just holding onto it a little bit. Jesper had never really enjoyed people touching his hair, but with Wylan it was different. They trusted each other, they found pleasure with each other and always took care of the other one. Communication was important for them, and so they’d shared what they enjoyed and what they didn’t Wylan enjoyed touching Jesper’s hair because it was Jesper’s hair, and he in turn liked the way Wylan was touching him, showing him how much he enjoyed what he was doing when he gripped his hair a little tighter.
Slowly, he slid his lips further down Wylan’s length, making him groan again. Jesper kept going and held him there for a moment, almost making Wylan squirm, a gasp echoing through the room as his fingers tightened in Jesper’s hair. He swallowed around him before moving his head up again, finding a rhythm.
“Fuck,” he heard Wylan mumble between moans, his fingers leaving hsi hair only to find Jesper’s shoulder and hold onto it. Jesper slowly pulled off him, only to flick his tongue against his frenulum. The way Wylan’s nails dug into his shoulder made Jesper do it again, making Wylan’s head fall back and his legs quiver slightly.
“Jes…,” he managed to say after a moment, looking down at him again. A silent plea? A wish to continue? Wylan answered the questions in his head with a hand against his cheek, leading him up so he could kiss him. The hunger he could feel in the kiss nearly knocked the wind out of him, especially when Wylan wrapped his legs around his hips to pull him in close, make him rub against Wylan like this, a moan landing in the kiss.
“Take them off,” Wylan whispered after grazing his teeth over Jesper’s bottom lip, pulling on the waistband of Jesper’s boxer shorts before letting them snap back.
“Bossy,” he retorted, lips quirking up into a grin, because they both knew how much he liked it when Wylan told him what to do, when he took charge like this.
“If you’d rather leave them on…” Wylan trailed off, shrugging his shoulders, which only prompted Jesper to pinch his chin and kiss him, lick into his mouth and pull back to get rid of his boxer shorts. He realised that Wylan stretched a little bit to open the drawer and get something out. When he realised what it was, he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. Needless to say, this wasn’t the first time they’d taken their clothes off in the kitchen, and he loved Wylan for being so well prepared.
“I’m all yours,” Jesper said, not knowing what exactly Wylan was planning, but he trusted him with everything, let him take the lead, and he was rewarded for that already with a rather soft kiss in comparison to the heat that was simmering between them. In the next moment, Wylan made him groan again when he felt his fingers around his length, almost painfully slowly stroking him as he added the lube. He pulled him even closer with his legs around him and nipped on his bottom lip before letting go of him only to curl his fingers around them both.
“Fuck, Wylan!” Jesper’s head was already spinning a little bit, but the next moment, he had to laugh because of Wylan’s words.
“Almost at least.” It was wonderful that they could share a laugh in these heated moments as well, because it showed how close they were, how comfortable with each other. It was wonderful how they could laugh like this and then drive each other utterly mad the next second again, which Wylan certainly did with the way he was stroking them. And he kept that movement up, swirling his thumb over their tips when he reached for Jesper’s hand with his free one to place it on his hip.
“Are you sure?” Jesper asked, not wanting to hurt him with the fading bruises he already had there from his fingers.
“Yes. Please.”
That one word always made Jesper cave. Wylan begged so prettily that there was hardly anything he could deny him. And so he grabbed his hip, squeezed it, and made Wylan moan deeply with that alone.
“The other one as well.”
“Anything for you.”
Jesper did as he was asked, holding Wylan in place like this as he stroked them both, bringing them closer and closer. Jesper’s hips started moving on their own accord, pushing against him, into his grip, and creating even more friction for them. Their breaths and moans mingled in the space between them before they kissed again, never getting enough of that and the other one.
Wylan almost clung onto him as he spilled between them, pushing Jesper over edge this way as well. His head fell against Wylan’s shoulder, his eyes closed, because his head was really spinning now, his ears ringing, and he needed a moment to just calm down. Apparently, Wylan needed that as well, because his head fell against Jesper’s, his clean hand stroking over Jesper’s hair, stopping at the back of his neck to slowly draw circles with his fingers there.
Jesper had no idea for how long they had been standing there like this when he lifted his head to kiss Wylan, soft and sweet, before looking at him again. The smile on his lips was probably the same one Jesper was wearing.
“How’s your foot?” he asked with a chuckle, because this had been the one thing that had brought them here in the first place.
“Definitely better,” Wylan snorted before he kissed Jesper again.
“Come here.” Jesper wrapped his arm around Wylan’s middle to lift him off the kitchen counter again. “Hold on tight.”
“What are you doing?” Wylan almost squealed, wrapping his legs and arms around Jesper again, moaning quietly because the friction was a bit too much for both of them, because they were still sensitive.
“I think we both need a shower, then I’ll bandage your foot again, and we’ll cuddle up in bed until it’s time to properly get up. Any objections?”
“No. No, that sounds like a very good plan.” With a smile on his lips Wylan pressed his nose against the crook of Jesper’s neck and let himself be carried to the bathroom.