Story: You need to calm down
Pairing: Micro-Ice & Sinedd
LittleWolfOfSnow: thank you for the lovely review.
Micro-Ice grew more and more curious about the other boy's naked skin. After two weeks of rest Dame Simbai allowed him to join the others during weighting training. He wasn't allowed to do much, but they started working on physiotherapy and the massage he got afterwards was always worth whatever hell the woman put him through. The massage stables were the perfect place to watch the others work, in particular a certain raven head. Micro-Ice couldn't count anymore how many times he busted himself on licking his lips as the other was working out and he could see every muscle the man had tighten and relax as he did his exercises. He was skinnier then D'jok, Micro-Ice discovered, but he certainly had more muscle development. The young man liked it in particular when the older one would use his shirt to wipe away his sweat, showing of that torso he had grown more curious about.
After practice that day, Sinedd decided to linger to get some alone time with the younger man. It had been a week since they went to the movies and he had come to realize he actually missed his presence. He wasn't thrilled about it, but he'd learned to understand that his feelings for Micro-Ice weren't going away so he might as well accept them. No matter how hard the other boy made it for him. He told Mei to head out without him and she sent him clear signals to be nice to Micro-Ice. She had a rather protective side when it came to their shorter teammate. He simply rolled his eyes in response.
Striking up a casual conversation with Micro-Ice was never easy, because the other man simply wasn't interested in what he had to say. Whatever they had was purely a physical thing in Micro-Ice his eyes and Sinedd accepted that…for now.
"Do you have any plans for tonight?" he asked the younger boy who noticed they were the last once in the training room. Sinedd learned that the Snow Kids respected each other's alone time. They got together for meals every day and for training of course, but what they did in their free time didn't necessarily mean they have to do it together. Tea and Thran liked exploring Genesius Stadium in their down time and no one liked to go shopping with Mei so she learned to enjoy it by herself. Rocket was taking his position as coach very serious and was taking classes on teamwork and leading in his free time. He also had meetings with the other coaches. D'jok had somehow gotten involved with a football program for kids that he seemed to take really seriously. They weren't constantly babysitting Micro-Ice anymore, so no one would ask questions if Sinedd left the hotel and Micro-Ice did as well.
"Yeah, I'm meeting D'jok later," Micro-Ice answered and Sinedd sighed. He knew he was lying because it was Wednesday evening and the redhead had his kid's soccer practice. He called him out on it and didn't miss the cautionary way the other boy was looking at him, like he was about to be jumped or something. Something Sinedd wouldn't say was implausible, but in truth it was Micro-Ice who jumped him more than the other way around. He had a really good day when he discovered that little fact.
"What do you want Sinedd," the younger boy asked and he hated how blunt and straightforward the older boy could be. He got way to close for Micro-Ice's liking and simply said 'you'. It sent a shiver down the boy's spine that as per usual he wasn't happy about. He had no interest in doing anything with the other boy at the moment, especially not in such close proximity to their teammates. Anyone could just walk in on them and find out about their dirty little secret.
And Micro-Ice would rather die then anyone finding out about his extracurricular activities with Sinedd.
That being said, that didn't mean the older boy had some rather impressive powers of persuasion and it didn't take the duo long before they were feverishly walking to the showers where no one would find them. With every step the younger boy took, he grew more excited and his fingers were already looking forward to touching what they had been observation all week from a distance. He didn't need the crutches anymore to walk around indoors but he still had a noticeable limp when he moved around. Sinedd wanted to help him and offer support, but the younger man was too stubborn to accept it. In fact, he was rather aggressive in his movements Sinedd noticed. The younger man grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in the cubicle and pushed him up against the wall roughly. Sinedd didn't mind it because he knew he could be equally rough, but it still surprised him to see this boy, who he'd gotten to know quite well, be anything but gentle, considerate and friendly. If Sinedd was being honest, he couldn't think of one time where Micro-Ice had been those things with him. Maybe it was for the best, it reminded them this was something different, not your everyday situation.
Micro-Ice's fingers were burning as he pushed the older boy against the wall. His mind had been playing tricks on him during practice and now he needed more. He wanted to feel that smooth skin again like he'd done in the movie theaters. It had been dark in there and he couldn't take in the sight of whatever he was touching, but now he could. Under a dingy flickering light, he could let his eyes roam free over the man's chest and touch him like he pleased. He wasn't embarrassed, but maybe a little bit ashamed by his bold actions and hungry actions.
"Mice, what are you…" Sinedd asked, but Micro-Ice interrupted him roughly by telling him not to call him that. He didn't want to hear that name coming from his lips. There'd be no turning back once he accepted it.
Sinedd always gave Micro-Ice free range when it came to their little get-togethers and he was pleasantly surprised that it was the younger one who was bringing them to a new base. His smaller hands left goosebumps as they slide along his torso and by Gods there was something very arousing about the way he was checking him out. Sinedd knew he had a perfect body, he worked hard enough for it and for the first time ever he felt like prowling like a peacock. He suddenly realized that the younger boy had been watching him during practice and now he understood why. He was checking him out. And if he was checking him out, that meant he liked what he was saw. Sinedd was going to have fun with that during their next practice.
Once his fingers had taken in every inch of Sinedd's chest, something else in him grew curious. He'd satisfied himself by figuring out what the man felt like, but now his tongue grew curious as well. His lips found the taller boy's jawbone and slowly his lips left a trail of kisses down his neck, to his collarbone and further south. Sinedd was perplexed by the younger boy's boldness and even impressed. There wasn't a hair on his body that wanted him to stop, even though he was turning him on immensely. He leaned his head back against the cold tilled wall and his hands found their way into the smaller man's hair. His touches were teasing him so much, he was sure he'd get a nosebleed if he went much more south then his abdomen.
"Mice…" he moaned and a sharp pain shot up his chest as punishment. He didn't mind it, in fact he liked it so he did it again. He moaned the others nickname and nails would be pushed into his skin as a result. And he did it again and again, until he realized if he was going to keep doing this, if they were going to continued doing this, he needed more. And he wanted more, but he knew not to push it with Micro-Ice, let him decide the pace. So, he roughly yanked the boy back up and pushed him against the tilled wall and pushed up against him. His lips hovered above the younger boy's and they looked into each other's eyes. Both eyes were filled with arousal, but they needed to stop. This was far enough for now.
Micro-Ice was bewildered during the next training when the other boy's shirt came off at the end of training and he took his sweat time finding something else to pull on. He'd turn and turn again and Micro-Ice's hungry eyes took in every inch of what he was referring to as his forbidden fruit. And had he not been to caught up in all those chiseled muscles, he might have taken some kind of pride in the thin red lines that ran across the other boy's torso. It wasn't until this happened three times that the younger man realized the other was doing it on purpose. He wasn't sure how he felt about the other doing stuff to get his attention.