YAY! I'm baa-aack! And with a sequel, NO LESS!
Well as you might know, this is the sequel to my Darco fic "Crash". I know it's been a while but when inspiration hits... I must surrender to it's call!
Ummm, lets see. This takes place about 7 years after "Crash" and everyones favorite couple is out of college. You might be able to understand it without reading "Crash" first but I do suggest that you do read (and review - ) that story first.
Okay, I know what you're thinking. "Let's get on with the story already." Well allright, if you insist.
"YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Marco Del Rossi screamed at the top of his lungs as Dylan Michalchuk's perfect shot sent the puck straight through the offending goalie's legs and into the goal just as the buzzer sounded.
Suddenly every other Maple Leaf player was on the ice huddled around his boyfriend. Marco let out another whoop and jumped up and down. "That's my boy! That's my boy!" His smile reached both ears and his eyes held the very definition of pride. That was his boy.
Slowly the roar of the crowd died down as the players left the ice. All of them except Dylan Michalchuk. Then the lights turned out leaving only the glow of the scoreboards and the spotlights that began to circle the fans. What?
Being the boyfriend of a hockey player, Marco had been to many games. But this had never happened before.
Whispers began to float around as others wondered the exact same thing: What was going on?
"If I could have your attention please." The announcer's voice came through the speakers. "Mr. Michalchuk has an announcement to make."
A single spotlight shone down on Dylan along with every eye in the audience. Marco noticed he had a mike in his hand and wondered briefly where it had come from.
"For as long as I can remember I've been playing hockey. I've been on one team or another since I was eight years old and I've always known this is what I want to do. Now my ultimate dream, being apart of the Maple Leafs, has come true." A few cheers rose from his teammates. "But as much as I love this there is still something missing from my life. Marco, where are you?"
Marco had been frozen until his name had been called. He came to life and pounded on the glass. "I'm right here!" He yelled and found another spotlight was on him.
Dylan smiled. "Good. You and I have been through a lot. According to most standards our relationship is anything but perfect. But then again whose is? However when I'm with you, everything feels perfect. Your smile brightens up my days and when I look into your eyes, I see the world in a better light. I want it to be like this till the day I die." He pulled of his right glove leaving his hand clutching a small box tightly. "Marco, will you marry me?"
Marco began to run towards the nearest door onto the ice. He tried to pull it open but found to his dismay that it was locked. "Who has the key?" He yelled. "I need to get out there!" A tall man in a suit came running down a set of stairs with the key in his hand. He quickly unlocked it and seconds later Marco was running towards him.
That didn't last long. Three steps later he was sliding on his butt.
Dylan quickly skated to him and dropped to his knees beside his boyfriend. "Are you okay?"
"Yes!" He lunged at Dylan and trapped him in a kiss. They heard a cheer go up but didn't pay any mind as Dylan released him just long enough to slip the ring on his finger. "My God I love you."
"Okay, when I say three, open your eyes." Dylan told his new fiancé. Marco felt himself being ushered through a doorway and smiled at the thought of what might be waiting for him.
"One… Two… Three!" He released Marco's face and was happy with his reaction.
Marco gasped loudly at the scene in front of him. A hundred candles flickered around the room and rose petals littered the floor in a path that took them into the other room. Marco followed it eagerly and found with no surprise it led to the bed. He felt Dylan's strong arms wrap around him and he leaned into the touch.
"This has been the best night of my life." The older man said in a husky voice. "I want you to make it even better." He placed soft sensual kisses down Marco's jaw-line before nibbling his ear and slipping his hands beneath the Italian's shirt. Marco twisted in his lover's embrace so they were face to face and he could start his own careful ministrations.
Slowly they made their way to the bed where Dylan started to undo Marco's shirt button by button. Quickly he removed his hands from Dylan's back and tore his own shirt open in one smooth motion. He stopped kissing his olive skin and stared down at him with amusement.
"You tease… too much…" He gasped out; his breathe already being taken by passion. Dylan raised his eyebrows. Usually he was the one dying to begin.
"I don't know what brought on this change but… I like it!"
Marco tugged Dylan's jeans down till he was close enough to kiss. He explored his mouth long enough to discover a cracked tooth and short enough to leave him wanting more. "Then hurry up and make the most of it." He purred.
Dylan obliged more than happily. He unbuttoned his own pants and was about to work off Marco's when a strange sound floated to his ears. Justin Timberlake singing Sexyback, and it was coming from Marco's pocket.
"I'm going to shoot somebody." He growled and reached inside to retrieve his cell phone.
"Hello?... Oh hi, Ma… out of breath?… no, I'm breathing fine… you watched the game?... you recorded it!" Dylan laughed loudly and he was promptly pushed off the bed. "Yes, that was Dylan… We… We're uh, celebrating…" He laughed again.
"So that's what they call it these days." Marco punched him and pulled his now worthless shirt back on.
He covered the mouthpiece for a moment while he told Dylan to shut up. "Um we're just getting something to eat."
"Italian's on the menu." Dylan said quietly. Marco just glared.
"Yeah… you want to talk to him?... why?... But…" He sighed dejectedly and handed Dylan the phone.
"Hello Mrs. Del Rossi… call you Mom?" Dylan looked at Marco who had his head in his hand.
"Oh my god…"
"Well if you insist… Mom… okay, we'll see you then… Bye." He snapped the phone shut and handed it to Marco, who in turn threw it out of the room. "We're going to your parents tomorrow for dinner."
"Where's your cell?" He asked and Dylan dug it out of his pocket before placing it in Marco's upturned palm. That one followed his in much the same manner and then he locked the door behind them. "Now, where were we?"
"We were celebrating."
Marco walked up to his taller boyfriend and wrapped his hands around his neck. "Is that what they're calling it these days?" He covered Dylan's lips with his own and found his previous hunger returning in full force. Dylan grabbed his butt and picked him up to rest on his hips. Marco had no objections and quickly wrapped his legs around Dylan's waist.
And just as Marco's pants started to fall another tune came to their ears: London Bridge.
"And that… would be Paige." Dylan informed him.
Marco groaned. "Remind me to kill all Michalchuks."
Dylan feigned shock. "Even me?"
"Yes even you. What kind of guy, even a gay one, has London Bridge as their ring tone?" Marco teased.
"Oh yeah and Sexyback is so much better." They laughed together and suddenly the moment didn't seem so ruined.
"But you know what? Every time we try to… to celebrate… something gets in our way." Marco said, trying hard not to smile. Celebrating would never be looked at in the same light again. "Maybe it's just not meant to happen." He pulled up his pants and pushed himself off the bed, not daring to look at Dylan. That would blow the whole thing.
"What? I don't…" Then realization hit him. He smiled mischievously.
"Maybe it's…" He was cut off by his own squeal as Dylan picked him up and tossed him onto the bed, landing gracefully above him. He pulled Marco into a passionate kiss that left them both gasping.
"No more teasing, no more interruptions, just you and me and this room. You are mine, now."
Wow I'm really cruel to these guys sometimes. They never seem to just be able to... umm... get on with it. So to speak.
Well I hope you enjoyed that. Now you must review. YOU MUST. Cause those are really what keep me going. And when I find myself in a slump I reread reviews to find insperation.
Love, Rae