#7220

The video of Eky's media availability. In case anyone wants to get their heart broken all over again.

they are not superstitious per say, so sex isn't really off the table, but after the first round it doesn't happen often. yeah sure, they'll make out lazily on the couch, their hands unusually soft and tender on each other's skin. there are no teeth, no pushing and shoving. just soft kisses and bodies being held with a gentleness that they both forgot they were capable of. but they are so exhausted, so sore, that it barely goes anywhere, both of them content to just cuddle and enjoy each other warmth for a while.

and it's good. like both of them are exploring a new aspects of their relationship. one that is less demanding, less frantic. they stare at each other and explore new ways to make the other gasp or moan softly. it's soft and new and they can't get enough.

when slaf got hit by max crozier, arber held his breath, worry and anger boiling under his skin. because how the fuck did that happened ? after that game he spends the night looking at slaf at the corner of his eye, making sure he didn’t lie about the concussion, making sure he doesn't lie about the pain. juraj gets annoyed and tells him so but arber just stares, eyebrows furrowed with a fierce expression. 'well one of us has to worry about that hit, and it sure as hell isn't you'. and the bite in arber's voice makes slaf relax a bit, a smirk stretching his lips. 'oh so you're worried about me now ?' he asks jokingly because he is a little shit and will always enjoy arber being vocal about his feelings for him. 'fuck you' is all arber answers, still pissed. 'well i might take you up on that as soon as the playoffs are over' slaf says, coming to kiss arber gently. 'i'm fine, i promise'. and arber huffs at that because it's such a blatant lie and he knows it. but what can he do ? they both want this so bad, it makes everything else unimportant. yet still, worry is eating at him slowly.

Thank you for giving me an excuse to write about these two idiots!

Arber/Slaf, Beach, Mature

Juraj was lounging back on the sand, eyes closed behind his expensive sunglasses and skin prickling with the heat, even as the sand dug into the forearms holding him up. Some of his buddies were on the water playing around with a volleyball and trying to flex for the girls around the beach. But Juraj had much better things to do, like watching Arber work out on the outdoor gym. It was almost like he'd picked this beach and this spot specifically to give him a chance to relax with a cool beer and watch his boyfriend get sweaty.

Arber had to be doing it on purpose. He was at the pull-up bar, back to where Juraj was, doing quick reps that had the muscles of his back shifting like rolling waves, shoulders bulging; he looked delicious, biteable. Sweat ran down his boyfriend's back in rivulets, the scorching Slovakian sun and the exercise dampening the skin and giving Arber a glow to him. Slaf couldn't hear it from this distance, but he imagined Arber was grunting too, huffing breaths bursting out of him like hot steam with each rep.

God but he was lucky. Not only had Arber flown all the way to Croatia for a weekend to meet his buddies from back home, but now he was also giving Juraj a show. As if he needed any more reminders of just how insanely hot his boyfriend is.

After a moment, Arber lowered himself to the ground, bending down to pick up a towel and giving Juraj a good look at his biteable ass. When he straightened back up, he turned around slightly to smirk and glance sideways at the Slovak with a teasing smirk. It was enough to get Slaf on his feet and walking over with a couple of beers out of the cooler in hand. He had a moment to worry about what he might look like, if his swim shorts were giving away the half-chub he was sporting. But Arber was wiping his face with the towel, shirtless torso on display as he flexed his arms and core, the thickets of hair on his stomach and chest darkened with sweat.

Juraj was licking his lips by the time he got to the outdoor gym area, extending one of the bottles from Arber. "Good workout, buddy?" The man only smirked at him and took a swig of the beer, head tilting back even as he kept his eyes fixed on Slaf.

"Not too bad. Definitely got the blood pumping." He didn't even try to hide the way his eyes were lazily running over Juraj's toned body, shirtless and sporting baggy yet short beach shorts that highlighted the bulge of his thighs. They would usually try to be more subtle about it, but no one cared about hockey in Croatia and his buddies were chill. So they enjoyed the opportunity to drink each other in, state as much as they wanted and touch in all the ways they couldn't out in the open back in Montreal.

Eventually, Arber spoke, wrapping his arm around Juraj's shoulders and leading them to the opposite side of the beach, towards the cliffs. "I spotted a little outcropping that way earlier. We should check it out."