#nate mac

A trip to the liquor store and a good laugh about the neon purple swim trunks he had snuck out of Denver led to the best part of the summer, in your opinion. 

Nate invited Sid over to the pool, a lazy crooked smile painted on his face from the second he shuffled across the yard with the mix for some stupid Canadian drink they both loved, one you refused even to smell, much less consume. Nate had that happy, relaxed smile you fall more in love with every year as he took the mix from Sid and bro-hugged him before b lining for the kitchen where he had unloaded the booze. 

"How are you?" Crosby asked, taking the lounge chair next to you, the one with the yellow towel he had all but claimed as his own. 

"Good," you smiled, happy and easy, glancing through the sliding glass door toward the kitchen where Nate was dancing to whatever playlist bumped through the speakers. "Sorry about the first-rounder."

Sid sighed, nodding as he chewed on the inside of his mouth. 

"You know there is always next year."

"You sound like a robot when you do that" You had to laugh.

Sid smiled wide, his eyes crinkling in the best way. 

Things settled, and you leaned back against the warm dark blue cushions, the bright Canadian sun warming your lightly tanned skin. The first few weeks had been kind to you and Nate, spending some time with each other outside as much as you possibly could, the sun already adding color to your and Nate's winter pale skin. 

The door slid open as Nate returned with drinks. Your large boyfriend blocked out the sun briefly as you assumed he passed a drink to his friend before gently sitting on the end of the chair you lounged in. 

"God, that's good," Crosby said after a long pause for him to take a drink.

"I miss these during the season, dude," Nate agreed, his cold hand falling to your calf quickly raising goosebumps. 

"You want one, honey?" Nate asked more out of general politeness over the real possibility that you wanted one.

"God no, but thank you" You chuckled, opening and shading your eyes from the sun. 

"Your loss," Nate chuckled, cheersing Sid before they both took a drink. 

By the time those had been finished, Nate had made his way into the pool, his forearms resting on the side as Crosby sat on the edge, leaving Nate to chirp him for not getting in. 

It didn't take much convincing for you to slide into the water with Nate, given your time in the sun. With both of you chest-deep in the cool water, Sid offered to make round two, his thick legs sloshing out of the water as he plucked the glasses walking across the patio humming to the music Nate turned on. 

"God, I love summers here," Nate hummed, a little buzzed already, his head laying on his crossed arms. "Thank you for coming with" He smiled lazily.

His massive hand landed gently on your hip; Nate reached out, pulling you against him, dragging you through the water to sandwich you between the wall and his thick warm frame. 

"I love you," He whispered, his face close enough for your noses to bump.

 "Okay, I'll leave if you start that," Crosby interrupted, making you jump as you hadn't heard the door slide back open.  

Nate was drunk by the time he tipped the glass back to finish the third drink; Sid was known for having a heavy pour when it came to drinking in the summer, and given that Nate never drank during the season, he was a lightweight. 

You had left the pool a while ago, opting to lay back out on the loungers and listen to the babbling drunk hockey conversation between your boyfriend and his best friend. It stayed that way, peaceful; a few mentions of a power-play unit vs. and pk unit never killed you, and hearing Nate drunkenly ramble was on your list of favorite things. 

Eventually, Sid sighed, a telltale sign he was ready to head out. Nate got out of the pool, seemingly forgetting he was soaked, and hugged Sid, who took it with a grimace. Then Sid kissed the top of your sun-heated check and headed back across the yard, promising that we'd make dinner plans soon. 

Nate, still dripping water, stood near you, blocking the sun and dripping little beads of freezing water over your skin. 

"Can I lay there?" He pointed at the spot between your legs, a spot big enough for him if he laid the majority of his body on yours. 

"Of course, you can" you smiled, and he went easily. 

By now, the sun had moved and covered your face and chest and the top of Nate's head, his lower back, and legs still laying mostly in the light. 

He was heavy in a welcoming way, his head laying on your chest, his eyes closed and breathing even. He was truly beautiful, his features prominent but not overbearing. The tiny now white fading scars from years of hockey only evident when you got this close, which few ever did. His hands and arms moved, so they tucked under the small of your back, snuggling closer in a way that only drunk Nate usually did. He seemed content, so you kept looking. 

Though it had only been a few weeks, little brown freckles appeared on Nate's usually porcelain skin. Covering the tops of his now red shoulders, the bridge of his nose, and the tops of his cheeks. You looked down over his body, the usually taught and hard muscles of his back relaxed, contracting with every deep, content breath he took. His obnoxiously neon purple swim trunks had fallen low on his hips to the point where you could see the dips in his back were the dimples he insisted he didn't have laid. His strong legs hung over the edge of the lounge chair, hanging with his toes barely touching the ground below. 

This was your favorite version of the man you loved: pliant, a little buzzed, and happy. 

"Can feel you staring," Nate mumbled, his words muffled mainly by your skin. 

"Can't help it when you're just so handsome," you hummed back, pushing your face into the top of his head. 

"Think we can go inside; these shorts are uncomfy," He asked, looking up and blinking slowly; you watched his pupils dilate then fix to normal. His beautiful ice blue eyes warmer than usual.

 "Yeah, that sounds good, my suits wet, and it's making me cold; also, you need to eat something."

The tips of Nate's ears pinked at the idea of eating, and you shook your head as he pushed back and got off you. He held out a flat hand and helped you up, following you inside.

After examining the tan lines from the day, you changed into one of Nates' old juniors' shirts and a pair of underwear, combing out your hair before joining Nate in the kitchen. He looked tanner than the day prior, the red slowly browning and settling on his skin. 

"You look handsome," you hummed, pressing a kiss against his shoulder blade and pulling two bottles of water from the fridge as he put together a sandwich. 

"You want half?" He hummed as you draped yourself along his back. 

"Yes, please, no mustard" you kissed the same spot and then headed for the couch. 

Flopping down, you waited for Nate to join you, carrying one plate with a full towering sandwich and a second half of the same sandwich minus a few things. 

"You are too good to me" You smiled up at him. 

Nate had since changed; a dark gray pair of shorts hung from his muscular hips, and he opted to be shirtless like he did for most of the summer. 

Nate sat and leaned over for a kiss. 

"Your skin is so warm" he smiled into your mouth. "Wanna touch" he reached out, his fingers nimbly working under the shirt you wore. 

"Those drinks were nice to you, weren't they" You pulled away, brushing your fingers over his brow bone. 

"Think the sun did it too" He leaned in for another kiss, this time opting to crawl over you, pinning you back to the wide couch, kissing you, and feeling under your shirt, chasing the warm skin under it. 

"Nate, the food," You said between nipping kisses.

"The sandwiches can wait" he moved and kissed over the shirt down your body till he got to the top of your underwear; he folded up the hem of the oversized shirt and kissed between your belly button and underwear. Before you had the chance to complain about teasing, Nate hooked his fingers in your underwear and drug them down your legs, dropping them near the couch. He kissed your inner thighs, looking up at you.

"Nathan," You breathed, a plea more than anything. 

"Been so long since I did this, honey, too fucking long," he breathed, and you jolted at the feeling.

"Go on then," you encouraged. 

So Nate did. He licked with a flat tongue over your core and hummed before going in for a second taste. As if working on muscle memory, you grabbed at his hair, lacing your fingers in it as Nate buried his face in your pussy, flat licks before prodding pokes into your core that forced a few punched-out sounds to escape your body. 

Nate licked, his nose bumping your clit, leaving you soaked and pulling your knees toward your chest to get more from his mouth. His mouth attached to your clit gave a few harsh sucks before he pulled away. 

His mouth was glistening, his lips swollen and red along with the rest of his mouth. He took a second to kiss the inside of your thigh before sloppily licking his middle and ring finger, gently pushing into your pulsing pussy. 

"Greedy," Nate commented before adding his tongue back to the mess he had made. 

His fingers were thick, and they gave a nice full stretch as he licked at your pussy in a way that made you shake harder than you were willing to admit. 

"Nate, I-" You started digging your fingers into his scalp. He knew what was coming. 

"Go on, show me." 

So you did. You convulsed, shaking and tightening your legs around his head as a loud, semi embarrassing moan escaped your throat. Nate stopped using his mouth but pushed his fingers deeper, hooking them slightly pushing into the spongy part that made you see stars. 

You panted and heard the blood rushing in your ears and didn't come back to coherency till you tasted yourself on Nate's mouth. He kissed gently, mostly sucking at your lips as he withdrew his fingers with a slick pop that made you shiver. 

He kissed over your chin and jaw as your body caught the aftershocks of one of the first orgasms he'd provided since the beginning of playoffs. 

"Always so beautiful when you do that," Nate praises gruffly into your ear, his teeth catching your lob gently as you reached out for him. 

"You ready for the rest, sweetheart?" he asked, kissing your cheek wetly.

"Please" was all you could muster. 

He pulled back, and you whimpered at the sudden loss of his warm skin. He made sure to keep his leg pressed to yours as he stepped out of his shorts, his heavy, painfully hard cock thudding against his lower stomach before settling with a clear thick bead of precum budding at the tip. 

Without a second thought, and before Nate could move, you sat up, mouth level with his cock. 

"You don't-" Nate started before you laid a kitten lick over his tip. The precum salty on your tongue. 

He gasped and folded inward a little, his thighs shaking. Reaching out, you grabbed the base pushing the tip of his cock into your mouth, looking up at him as his eyes fluttered shut and his mouth fell open. His hand came to the side of your head, his fingers lacing in your hair gently. You began to suck, slow and deep taking him into your mouth, covering your teeth with your lips as you practically savored the taste of him invading every inch of your mouth. 

"Yeah fuck” he let out from above you. 

The more you sucked, the more Nate shook; adding your other hand to his thigh, you could feel him trembling under your touch. Every noise he made was accompanied by faint praise about how warm your mouth was or how "fucking good" it felt. 

Nate pulled back as your jaw began to ache; the same slick slide came as he pulled out of your mouth. He mumbled something about needing to be inside before he hooked his arms at the elbow under your knees and pulled you close to where he chose to kneel on the couch. 

He kept one arm hooked, the other moved and tapped his cock on your soaked pussy; his cock felt heavy between your legs, hot and pulsing as he looked down over your bodies.

"I fucking love you so much" Nate paused and looked at you; his face had pulled away from lust and landed between far gone and sincere. If he hadn't been about to rail you in the living room of his summer house, the moment could have been tender, and it kind of was in the way only Nate could pull off. 

"I love you so much," you replied, reaching out for him. 

He grabbed your hand, gently laced your fingers, and pushed in his body, settling over yours, and he breathed heavily, taking his time adjusting to the tight squeeze your body had on him. 

"Fuck I forgot how good this was," he mumbled, sucking and nipping at your neck, surely leaving a trail of marks in his wake. 

"Na-nate, I need you to move," you started to beg, your voice a sob you had little control over. 

"Need a-a second, or I'll cum” He tried to explain through labored breathing. "Just so fucking tight," he grunted. 

What could have been an eternity later, Nate pulled back, slow; your body halfway refused to give it up, tight grip on his cock made him shake and grip your thigh tighter than he intended. His other hand held his weight over you with a balled fist pressed into the couch near your hip. 

"Yeah yeah yeah," you whimpered, nails digging into his forearm, head tilted back as your other hand grabbed at the shirt still on your body. 

There was a silent agreement neither of you would last long, given the oral, the sun, and the alcohol still in Nates' system, but you'd do your damndest to enjoy it while it lasted. 

"This is so good" Nates' brain clearly short-circuited as he pulled back out slowly and pushed back in at the same speed; he was taking his time, feeling every inch of the warmth between your legs that sucked him in. 

"Nate, I-I need you to fuck me," you sobbed, opening your eyes to meet his. His pupils had dilated to the point that the crisp blue was nearly gone.

"Yeah?" he asked, his grip tightening. 

"Please," you pleaded, scratching at his flexed abs.

So he did. 

Nate folded his body over yours, covering you completely, his hands tucked under your body, his hips moving as he pistoned his way in and out of you, hitting the sweet spot he had discovered long ago. His lips fell to the stretched-out collar of the shirt, half mouthing at your skin, half drooling over the fabric as you both lost each other in the junction of your body. 

Your moans slowly turned to whines as your nails dug into the thick muscles on Nates' back, and before you had a chance to say a word, you came again, tightening on Nate. 

Nate moaned and shook. His mouth hung open as you clawed for purchase on his skin, trying o get him somehow close, your shaking legs wrapping his hips as Nate followed suit, cumming deep and heavy inside you. 

You panted, Nate's body relaxing over yours, his splotchy red face tucking into your neck as he took a few dark seconds to recover; both of your muscles bounced with adrenaline as you both slipped into bliss. 

At some point, you fell asleep with Nate still buried inside you; everything from the day, the sun, the sex, and the warmth of your boyfriend knocked you from the conscious world. Only to be woken up with a warm cloth between your legs and a hollow feeling in the same spot.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Nate joked. He was dressed again but still shirtless, a few bites missing from his sandwich and a blissful smile on his lips. 

"You should eat" Nate reached out, pulling you up gently into a sitting position. 

"Stand up for me," Nate pulled once more, and you willed your limbs to corporate, and much to your surprise, they did just that. 

With the same smile, Nate helped you pull back on your underwear and then sat you back down next to him, handing you the small half sandwich he had made. You leaned into his shoulder, heavily savoring the turkey and cheese on your tongue as you sat in shared silence. 

"Thank you," you finally spoke up after swallowing the last piece of your meal. 

"What for?" your boyfriend asked, glancing at you. His cheek poked out, full of food, and you couldn't help but giggle. 

"Just everything, I love you so much, and I'm just grateful for you." 

Nate swallowed and moved to face you, setting his sandwich back on the paper plate on the coffee table. 

"Summers back home are the best part of my year, and since you agreed to start coming with, they only get better. I wanna do this forever." 

He leaned in, kissing the tip of your nose then pecking at your lips. 

You didn't know if it was the sun, the sandwich, or what Nate had just said, but your body felt warm inside. With a smile, you wrapped your arm through Nates and snuggled in.