#wshcapitals

You weren’t really looking for a hookup at the bar, you were just looking for somewhere to get away from your housemates for a bit. You loved them, you did, but as much as they were your friends, sometimes you just needed space. The bar was mostly empty, save for a rowdy group of really big guys in a far corner and a few stragglers here and there, yourself included. You nursed your cider and half-watched sports highlights behind the bartender’s head. You were very sober, not wanting to get too drunk alone at a bar, but you were lost enough in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice the person sit beside you until he spoke up.

“Can I get you another one?”

“Holy-” you jumped a little, pressing a hand to your chest before looking at the guy. He was tall, a little babyfaced, a little frat-boy-esque, but he had a sweet smile and you didn’t feel like going home yet. You took a few breaths to calm yourself down. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

The guy smiled and shrugged apologetically before motioning at your drink. “So…”

“Oh!” You remembered his offer and shook your head. He frowned, moving to get up, but you put your hand on his arm quickly. “No, not like that! I um… I just don’t really want to get drunk tonight? But I’ll take a water? With lemon?”

It was the right thing to say and the guy relaxed back into the barstool, waving over the bartender and asking for your water and one for himself. You looked at his profile while he spoke. He looked like one of the guys from that rowdy group in the corner. Athletes, you thought. It was confirmed when the bartender came back and actually asked for his autograph. He ducked his head shyly and pulled a sharpie out from his pocket to sign a napkin for the guy, the tops of his ears going a little pink under his mop of curls poking out from his hat. It was cute.

It was then that you noticed the logo on the hat. Oh. He was a hockey player. You’d watched the Capitals on occasion. It was a fun sport to watch, but you didn’t really have a grasp on who was who on their roster. You’d grown up as more of a baseball fan, but it was still fun game to watch when the seasons weren’t overlapping.

“I’m Y/N,” you offered your hand to him, smiling warmly as he took it, amused, and shaking it. His hands were huge and you felt a little shiver at the base of your spine at the way his long fingers folded around your hand.

“Andre,” he responded as the bartender brought over your drinks.

You spent the next hour just talking about a little bit of everything. You avoided hockey for the most part, but talked a lot about baseball after he noticed the small Nationals tattoo on your wrist. He spent a good five minutes tracing over the tattoo with his fingers, amused at the way you shivered a bit. It definitely seemed like you two were on the same page of being mutually into each other. He even stayed to talk with you after most of his teammates had left the bar. You did notice, though, during some of the lapses into comfortable silence, his fingers tracing absentmindedly over your wrist, that he seemed to have a lot on his mind. His knee was bouncing fast, even as he spoke in a pretty even, relaxed tone. There was a big part of you that wanted to see if you could get him to relax a little.

The bar was nearly empty when you finally stood, having just paid your tab, and you looked over at Andre who seemed to be hovering at your elbow, trying to psych himself up to say something. You broke the silence, grabbing his arm and sliding your hand down to tangle your fingers with his. “Your place?” you asked gently, squeezing as a relieved smile brightened his features.

“Yeah,” he breathed into a smile, nodding quickly, leading you out to the Uber he’d already called for himself.

The ride wasn’t long, but you could see his knee bouncing again and you kept your hand in his, tightening when you felt him get tense and watching how it relaxed him just slightly. You had some ideas, but you didn’t really want to talk about them in the Uber.

You arrived at his place and as soon as the door was shut behind you, Andre was dipping his head to give you a slow, gentle, searching kiss. You slid a hand up, fingers twisting in the curls at the base of his neck and he grunted against your lips. Gently, you pulled away, smiling as you toed your shoes off and walked a little further past the entryway. He followed, pulling his hat off and twisting it between his hands.

“I don’t mean to look too deep into this, but it seems like you’ve got a lot on your mind, Andre. What exactly do you want tonight?” you asked simply, shoulders slack, eyes curious. You wanted him to know there wasn’t any judgment, but you also needed honest answers.

He seemed a little shocked at the forthright question and he floundered for a few moments, opening and closing his mouth once, twice, a third time before he finally formed a response. “I want-” he started, shifting from foot-to-foot and you freed one of his hands from his hat to squeeze it in yours, trying to relax him. It worked. “I just want to let go for a minute, y’know?”

“Yeah,” you said, going up on your toes to kiss him gently. “I know.”

The kisses got slowly more heated as the two of you made your way to the privacy of his bedroom. He had your shirt off and on the floor before the door was even shut.

“Hey. Just a sec, Andre...” you interrupted the moment, watching carefully as he stilled, his hands clearly going for the clasp on your bra. “I’ve got an idea…”

He tilted his head at you, biting his lip but not looking at all disinterested. You continued.

“Just to get you to let go a little… Do you think you can trust me with that?” You asked as you slid your hand up his chest, over his shoulder, and up his neck to cup his jaw.

He nodded.

“I need a verbal yes, baby.”

“Y-yes.” His voice was croaky and low.

You smiled warmly, rewarding him with a slow kiss before you continued. “If I do absolutely anything you’re even slightly uncomfortable with, you just say ‘stop’ and I will stop immediately, okay? Can you repeat that back to me?”

Andre leaned into your hand, kissing your palm before complying. “If I’m uncomfortable, I say ‘stop’.”

“Promise me you’ll do it if you need me to stop, baby. There won’t be any judgment here. You trust me to take care of you, and I trust you to tell me if I’m not doing that, yes?”

“Yes,” he breathed, nodding quickly. “I promise.”

“Good. Naked and on the bed, please. You have condoms and lube?” you asked as you unclasped your bra yourself and slid out of your pants, leaving your underwear on for the moment.

Andre nodded and pointed to his nightstand as he did what you asked of him. You padded over to the nightstand and opened the drawer.

Ooooh, you thought to yourself. All sorts of fun toys.

You grabbed a condom, the lube (licorice flavoured, nice), as well as a cock ring that was resting next to a small bullet vibrator. You couldn’t decide between the two at first, but tonight was about Andre. If he ever wanted to hook up with you again, you could discuss that vibrator.

Andre was already half-hard, just watching you through wide, curious eyes. The ring was mostly rubber, but the clasp was metal. You warmed it between your palms before sliding it onto him.

“How’s that feel, Andre?” you asked, checking in. When he nodded silently, you nudged him, prompting a little bit. “Words, baby.”

“Good,” he breathed. “Feels good.”

You nodded, rewarding him by leaning forward and kissing him slow. He hesitantly brought his arms up to wrap loosely around your back and you nodded. He took the permission and tightened his arms just slightly, putting a little more energy behind the kiss. He was eager, and so, so good. And he put so much of his energy and himself into this. You just knew he did that in every aspect of his life and it just made you want to take care of him all the more.

You kissed Andre for a long while, a slow, luxurious exploration of his mouth, before pulling away. His lips chased yours for a moment before leaning back against the pillows and you gave an encouraging smile as you slid down his body, grabbing for the lube. You warmed a small pool of it in your hand before slicking up his cock, taking your time to get the feel of his length in your palm.

“I need you to tell me when you get close, okay?” you asked, sliding your hand loosely up and down, stroking him to full hardness.

He nodded, before remembering quickly to verbalize it. “Yes. I’ll tell you.”

“Good job, baby,” you said, tightening your fingers slightly and thumbing over the head. He whimpered, either at the compliment or the motion, you couldn’t tell yet, but you knew you’d have fun learning.

The licorice smell was sharp and sweet as you slowly, teasingly stroked him, occasionally moving your hand down to palm his balls, running your nails very faintly over him before curling around his cock and stroking again. He was writhing on the bed, trying to stay still.

“Shh,” you calmed him, pushing your free hand down on his hip. You kept your other hand going on his cock, the pad of your thumb pressing against the long vein on the underside.  “You’re okay. You’re doing so good for me. Look at you.”

Andre whined low in his throat but stilled a little more, his hands fisted in the sheets on his bed. You twisted your hand on your next upstroke, eliciting another noise from him and one of his hands flew off the bed to curl around your hand at his hip.

“Please-” he breathed. “Your mouth… please?”

You bent down and kissed his hip, then his stomach, then his thigh, light little butterfly kisses. “All in good time, baby. All in good time. You’re doing so good for me.”

His body twisted a little at that, his face going a little slack and you knew that was it for him before he even managed the words. “I’m so close.”

You took your hand off of his cock and he exhaled hard.

Trailing your nails lightly up his body, you finally cupped his cheek to bring him into a slow, sweet kiss. “You’ll come, baby. Soon enough, you’ll come, okay?”

“Yes,” he said, chasing your lips again and this time you let him catch you, nipping lightly at his lower lip before kissing it away.

You sat up a little, breaking the kiss and running your fingers through his hair. His curls were mussed, his face flushed, and he looked like the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. You told him so and he whined, trying to hide his face in your palm.

“No, no,” you said, guiding him back to look at you. “I like it. You look so good for me. You’re being so good, Andre. Don’t hide that from me.” You slid your thumb over his bottom lip and his tongue darted out to taste it and you smiled.

“Are you okay now? You think I can try tasting you? You won’t come for me yet?”

He turned his head to kiss your palm before answering. “Please,” his voice sounded wrecked. “I won’t come yet.”

“Okay,” you said, giving him one more kiss before working your way back down his body. “Anything for you, beautiful, incredible boy.”

You kissed the head of his cock, long and red and bobbing against his belly, then pressed a line of feather light kisses all the way down to his balls, nuzzling a little. You flattened your tongue out, pulling back up, a slow stripe up the underside, feeling his cock jerk beneath your mouth.

You glanced up at Andre. He was struggling to keep his eyes open to watch you and you smiled. “You taste so good,” you told him softly before bringing your hand to the base of his cock to hold him still while you slid your lips over the head. You took him as deep as you could, but it wasn’t nearly all of him. You worked your lips up and down his cock, sucking gently, slowly working him up and learning from the way he moaned and writhed beneath you. The amount of open trust he had was incredible, just letting his emotions out there for you to read like a book.

“Y/N,” he breathed just after your jaw started to ache pleasantly. “I’m close, I’m so close.”

You hummed around his cock to create a little vibration before lifting away and squeezing your hand lightly around the base, just at the cock ring. “Not yet, baby. Hold off just a little while longer, can you do that for me?”

“Y- yeah,” Andre whined, reaching out for you and you obliged. “Can I- Can…” He trailed off and you nuzzled your nose against his.

“Can you what, baby?” It was important to you that he asked for what he wanted, that he felt comfortable enough with you to do that.

“Iwannatasteyou,” he let out in one breath, then, his voice small. “Is that okay?”

“Andre,” you said fondly. “Of course. I’m proud of you; asking for what you want like that.” You got up from the bed to slide your panties off. The moment you were back on the bed, his huge hands were reaching for you, gripping your thighs and squeezing and wow you definitely were a fan of those hands of his.

“Do you want me to ride you, baby? Sit on your face till I come all over that pretty mouth of yours?” you asked and you knew the answer from the way his hands tightened on your legs.

“Ye- es,” he said, his voice breaking with want.

His hands were steady on your thighs as you settled yourself over him, straddling his head and grabbing onto the headboard. One of his hands moved to you to spread your lips and your thighs shook just a little as you lowered yourself onto his mouth.

You don’t know why you thought he’d start slow, given the state he was in, because he dove in like a man starved. You could tell he was pretty proficient in technique, but where Andre really shone was raw enthusiasm. You couldn’t fake that. You gripped the headboard with one hand and slid your other hand into his hair, tugging at his curls while he lapped eagerly at your cunt. “So good, Andre. Keep going. Your mouth is incredible,” you kept up a steady stream of praises for him, which only seemed to get him going harder.

You were getting closer and closer and eventually, both of his hands slid under your ass to steady you and you used the opportunity to put both hands in his hair, yanking up as his tongue flattened against your clit and you rode out one of the hardest orgasms of your life. When your shaking thighs could finally manage to move off of him, he was licking his chops, a pleased and altogether goofy grin on his lips.

“So good at that. You’re so good,” you promised him, bringing him into a hard kiss and tasting yourself on his tongue. He was still hard, achingly so, it looked like, and you reached down to stroke him again, relishing the way he moaned into your mouth.

“Gonna ride you proper now, okay?” you mumbled against his lips, chuckling as he nodded so eagerly your noses bumped hard. He looked apologetic until you kissed him again, smiling fondly. “Love how eager you are for me. I love the way you look when I’m making you happy, baby.”

He relaxed, smiling as you shifted over to grab the condom that you’d grabbed earlier. You stroked him a few more times, enjoying the weight of him in your hand before rolling the condom onto him. You lowered yourself onto him, letting your head fall back as he stretched you in the most delicious ways.

“You feel so good inside me,” you said to him as you starting working yourself up and down his cock.

Andre’s head was thrown back against the pillows, repeating your name over and over like a prayer. You reached between you, rubbing at your clit. You were almost about to come again when he started moaning louder, brokenly telling you that he was close again. You reached back and brought his knees up so that he could anchor his heels on the bed. “Go hard for me,” you encouraged him. “Come for me.”

You had to steady your own hands on your thighs to keep your balance with the force he was bucking up into you. One thrust hit you right over your g-spot and you came hard, your body tightening around him and his hand darted out to catch one of yours, squeezing tight as he came apart under you, moaning brokenly in the back of his throat. You both caught your breath for a moment before you got up off of him.

“I’ll be right back, Andre,” you hummed, giving him a slow, sweet kiss. You got up on shaky legs, disposing of the condom, cleaning off the cock ring, and heading to the bathroom to clean up yourself. You made a pit stop at his kitchen before padding back to the bedroom where Andre was in the exact same position you’d left him in. “Sit up for me, sweetheart?”

He got up, still looking a little dazed and you pressed the Gatorade you’d grabbed from his fridge into his hand. “Drink this for me while I clean you up,” you said, taking the cap off before working on wiping him clean with a warm washcloth you’d pulled from his bathroom. You tossed the washcloth aside just as he’d finished chugging the Gatorade. You slid into the other side of the bed, pulling the blanket up and above the both of you. He turned to you, eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re staying?” he asked, his voice small, arms coming almost hesitantly around you.

Oh Andre, you thought, tightening your arms around him. “Of course I’m staying,” you whispered into his hair, feeling his body relax into you. “Are you feeling any better?”

“So good,” he said into your shoulder, kissing the skin where your shoulder and neck met. “You?”

“So good, Andre,” you hummed in return, scraping your nails over his scalp as you played with his hair. He practically purred into you.

He nuzzled into your neck and you thought for a moment that he’d already fallen asleep, until his slow, sleepy voice broke the silence. “I know it’s um…. It’s backwards… but um… can I take you out for breakfast? Tomorrow, I mean?”