Name: Watching Written By: Riddle Dated: 030703 Rating: Hard R - for non-graphic sexual references Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the story, nor do I claim to Summary: What is it like to watch for so long, and finally be able to touch? One Shot Adam/Charlie, first attempt at MD fanfic.

I had been watching him for year, my beautiful captain. Watching him glide across the ice, barely touching it. Walk tiredly into the locker room, undressing and showering. Eyeing his sleek, toned body lustfully. Catching warm, brown eyes, so unlike my own indifferent green/blue. Dreamed of what it would be like to caress him, run my fingers through the soft, curly hair.

I'm not quite sure when his infatuation had started. Carefully thinking it over, there isn't a specific time really. It was just one of those things, that built up over time. Even as young as 11 I had always felt intrigued by the young man. Although then, I never would have imagined what those feelings meant.

Sitting up, I look over at the other bed, watching the pale chest rise and fall fitfully in the moonlight. I wanted nothing more to reach out to him. To touch him, kiss those soft lips. Sighing I close my eyes, bitterness creeping into my voice as I speak, "Sure Adam, like that will ever happen."

My eyes flash open as he hears the bed across from him creak, his brown eyes stare at me fearfully. It must have been another nightmare; he had been having a lot of them recently. He makes a sound, a slight whimper, and my heart aches for him. He concentrates on my angst-expression, patting silently to the spot next to him.

At last I slide from my bed, and pad over to his and lie down. Leaning forward, I rest my chin on his hair. Surprised at my bold move, I place one hand softly around his shoulder, the other around his torso, pulling him close. He stiffens for a moment, then relaxes gratefully into my touch. As if happy for the contact.

Lifting a pale, bony finger I carefully stroke the brown locks, like I've wanted to for so long. I rock slightly, pulling him with me; humming a slow tune in his ear. His eyes widen, staring at me. Surprise along with something else flickering behind the brown orbs. And he slowly leans forward, softly pressing his lips to mine. I close my eyes and sigh, it was everything I imagined. Soft lips warm, tasting of ice and chocolate.

Breaking the kiss I hear him moan as my lips trail along his jaw, making a path; hands nervously trail along his stomach. He gasps as my cool hands come in contact with flushed skin. I allow my lips to follow the trail my hands made.

I blink in surprise as he cradles my face, pulling me back to him. Slowly he shakes his head, unshed tears light his eyes. Our lips meet again, more passionately than the first. I open my mouth to him, as he explores it with his tongue. Breaking away, both breathing deeply, he closes his eyes again. We haven't spoken the whole time, but I know what he is thinking.

Tiredly he lies back onto the pillows; I'm still on top of him. As I pick myself up to move to my bed, he quickly grabs my wrist, I try not to wince at the tight grip. Pulling me back, I crawl under the covers and we resume our position. Stroking the short curls at the nape of his neck I sigh and close my eyes. One last thought going through my mind before I peacefully drift into oblivion.