Competitions with Recent Injuries (Great title, I know)

Not much going on here again. I'm just playing around here to get a better sense of, and define their characters. :)

Many people may think that Kyle is OOC in this, but it's how I picture him.

I like bed scenes like this to show how close they are. Heehee.

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-x-Stan-x-

I drag my hands up and down his naked, sweaty body, relishing the touch, planting soft butterfly kisses down his neck and collar bone. My hands run over the cloth bandage that is wrapped around his abdomen, a result of a recent injury. It drives me crazy, covering the bottom half of that hot tattoo on his side. My fingers run over his tight abs, up his chest, my arm crossing over his shoulders and squeezing his body to my own.

The skater shifts under my arms, his body weight making me numb. I close my eyes and bury my nose in his messy, brown hair, getting a lung-full of his scent. It's the best aroma in the universe.

I release a contented groan and lie back, sinking into a pillow on my bed.

Moments later, a buzzing noises brings me from my peaceful, relaxed state. The noise is coming from his cell phone, in the pocket of his dark jeans which are crumpled on the floor.

I grunt, swearing as Kyle pulls himself up to retrieve his persistent phone. He throws me an apologetic smile as he flips the cell open and brings it to his ear.

"Hello?"

I cross my arms and wait patiently for him to finish the call, but take my time to admire his body from afar. I watch as his muscles flex when he moves, scratching at the beige cloth wrapped around his lower torso. He cradles the phone with one hand, talking excitedly to the person on the other end, what about I don't know because I'm not paying attention, while he slips on his boxers with the other. He manages to pull a black Element shirt over his head before tossing the phone to the ground.

He straightens the bottom of his tee as he turns to me so that it covers his abs and the bandage. His face is broken by a dopey grin, eyes shining. I'm more than happy when Kyle gets back onto my bed, straddling my hips so he is looking down at me. His hands grip my shoulders roughly.

"I'll be gone next weekend for another competition. This one's big." He's grinning wildly, letting his nails dig into my flesh, something he knows I love. At least during sex. "I getta take this thing off in a week, so it's perfect timing." He says, gesturing towards his wrapped up abdomen.

Even though I'm happy for him, I'm sad that he won't be around next weekend. He looks so excited though, that I just grin back at him.

He releases his grip on my shoulders, muttering an apology for the marks he made on them.

Before rolling off me he leans down and gives me a sweet kiss, pulling away and leaning back in to brush our lips together again.

His touch sends chills racing down my spine. I capture his lips in another kiss and put an arm around him as he settles down next to me.

We lie in the humid quiet for a few moments before I break the silence.

"Where is it?"

He grunts quietly. "Where's what? The competition?"

I nod my head and then, remembering that his back is turned to me, murmur yes.

"Denver. You could come watch me. We could get a hotel room together or something."

A tingly feeling drizzles down my spinal cord. Kyle, hot and sweaty after a day of skating, all to myself in our own hotel room?

I feel hard just thinking about it.

I happily bury my nose in his neck, grinning. "That would be killer, man."

"Then, okay. You're coming." I can tell he's smiling.

I kiss the nape of his neck before sinking into an after-glow sleep.

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