Chapter 12 - How'd that get there?

NOTES: Sorry for taking so long! Work has really been kick my ass lately and I need to stop slacking before I end up getting fired :) Hopefully this update was worth the wait! I had fun writing it.

bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote another language but that's for later in the story!

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Sasha's POV

Giggling. I heard giggling. I woke up wrapped around Nef. She was sleeping curled in my arms and the noise was coming from the other side of her bedroom door. It’s too early to be awake, I thought. I tightened my arms around Nef. She felt warm. Warm and comforting. I had forgotten how nice it was to wake up beside someone who you wanted to be there. She looked so peacefully while she slept.

“What did they do last night?” a loud voice from the other side of the door.

“Don’t know, but from the looks of it they had fun.”

Nef stirred and snuggled deeper into my arms whimpering.

“Why are they so loud?” she asked groggily. She wasn’t completely awake yet.

“Not know, is your roommates,” I said leaning to place a kiss on her lips.

We lay there lazily for a few more moments petting each other before I asked “You have work today?” I wasn't quite read to let her go just yet.

“No, Just class later. Do you have practice?”

“No. It optional; I take my option. We go to breakfast, yes?”

She agreed. We decided that she would shower then we would head to my place so I could shower and then had to breakfast at Brooklyn Bagel Bakery. She got out of bed and started looking for our clothes. They weren’t in her room. Somehow in our exuberance our clothes ended up being strewn in the living room and down the hallway. She put on a robe and went to get my clothes.

“Good Morning Nef,” I heard Jesse giggle. “So where’s the naked Russian?” I could see her trying to look around Nef to see if I was still in her room.

“He left,” she said smiling.

“Without his shirt and pants?”

I stuck my head out of the door and said good morning to Jesse.

“Did you have fun last night?” she asked.

“Da, lots of fun,” I smiled and blew Nef a kiss. She glared at me and pushed me back into her room.

My pants were crumpled in a corner in the hallway and my shirt was on the coffee table in the living room. Nef’s pants were hanging on the corner of the open bathroom door and her shirt hung from Jesse's door nob.

“Why is your bra in my room?” Steph asked.

Stephanie’s room was directly across from Nef’s room and I guess I threw it with enough force to launch it through Steph’s open door. Oops. She brought my clothes to me and then went to shower.

I was impressed. She was ready in less than 15 minutes. Once we got to my place it didn’t take long for me to shower and dress. Shower, brush my teeth, and throw on jeans.

Over breakfast Nef and I talked about meeting my teammates. It made her nervous and I thought that she was cute when she was nervous. She felt bad that over the past couple of months she had been monopolizing my time. We were still in the new relationship, getting to know each other phase. Now that’s not to say we spent every available moment together but there had been more than one occasion when we had opted to spend time with each other rather than going out with our friends.

“Why you nervous? They nice guys.”

“They’re your teammates and friends. I want them to like me.”

“They will. How about we hangout at my house and I invite guys over. You can meet everyone there?”

I wasn't used to seeing Nefertiti nervous. She always seemed so confident.

"They just the guys. No need to worry."

She rolled her eyes at me and I could see that she was going to work herself into a fit. Instead of focusing on her nervousness we focused on try to plan the gathering. It would happen in about a week and a half, right after the American Thanksgiving Holiday and after we got back from an away game against the Canadiens.

"Oh yeah, the guys will bring their wives and girlfriends too," I said

"Ok. Great," she said with a bit of sarcasm.


Nef's POV

Not only am I meeting his teammates but now I have to worry about meeting their wives and girlfriends as well. Great, this is just great.

"Ok. Great," I say forcing a smile.

Of course Sasha doesn't get it. To him they were just his teammates. They were just his friends. He didn't have to worry about making a good impression. Did he not understand how vicious and judgmental women can be? Argh. Silly boy.

On the plus side Sasha did give me free reign to plan this gathering at his house. It would be after an away game against Montreal that they had right after Thanksgiving. There weren't a whole lot of weekends free to throw a team party. I wanted this to happen as soon as possible because the longer it got put off the more anxious I would be. Sasha must think I'm crazy. No, I'm positive he thinks I'm crazy and working myself up for no reason.

"It be ok. They will like you. I promise. You amazing girl," he said as we walked out of Brooklyn Bagel Bakery.

"You're just saying that because you got laid last night," I said jokingly, pushing him away from me.

"And I would like it to happen again. So saying that you're crazy and that you're working yourself into a fit for no reason probably wouldn't go over well."

I punched him in the arm hard and called him a jerk. Making fun of your girlfriend was not nice.

"Ouch! That hurt."

Of course it hurt. I have three brothers and I know how to throw a punch. That will teach you to make fun of me. I pulled back to hit him again and he grabbed my hand, placing a kiss on my clenched fist.

"Be nice," he said smiling.

It was around 12:30 pm when we made it back to my condo. I didn't have class for another few hours. I invited him back to my room and we laid on my bed watching Sports Center. I slipped my hand under his t-shirt and I gently caressed his surprisingly soft skin.

He turned his head to look at me "Behave."

"You said to be nice, and I'm being nice."

I lightly scrapped my finger nails over his right nipple and he hissed. They were sensitive. My hand trailed down to the front of his jeans. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. I slipped my hand inside of his briefs and grabbed his rapidly hardening cock.

"You not behaving. You be very naughty," He gasped when my hand squeezed him.

'I'll show you naughty."

I pulled down his jeans and briefs and straddled his stomach facing away from him. I grabbed the base of his erection with my left hand, squeezing firm beneath his cock and balls, and with my right hand I stroked up and down the shaft with my thumb occasionally sliding over the tip to collect the precum that beaded there.

I slowly jerked him off. He began to squirm beneath me the closer he got to orgasm. Whimpers and moans fell from his lips.

"I cumming," His breath hitching in his throat.

I tightened the grip of my left hand around the base of his cock and balls while slowing the stroke and loosening the grip of my right hand. It effectively stopped him from cumming.

"No, not stop! Please!" he begged.

He grabbed my ass and tried to thrust upward into my hand. I shifted to put more of my weight onto him saying "Be still." It made it harder for him to thrust upward without pushing me forward and off of him. My right hand sped up and I was jerking him roughly, twisting my wrist on the alternate up and down strokes.

"Yes! Close," he panted. He legs began to move along the bed and I could tell that he was close to cumming again. My left hand gripped tighter still. This time when I stopped stroking him he screamed.

His words ran together; a weird mix of English and Russian. Very little of it was understandable. I understood the words please and cum. His skin was sweaty and his body trembled almost to the point of convulsions.

"No, you can't cum yet."

"Please, I cum now. Please, please."

Oh God, he was begging and I loved the sound of it. I hadn't intended to make him beg; only to tease him but now that he was begging I wanted to hear more. I started to move my right hand again. This time slowly. It took longer for him to reach that point. He pleaded incessantly for me to stroke harder, to stroke faster. I kept my hand moving at a steady tempo and when he was at the edge again I asked "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, please. Oh God, please let me cum. Please, please I want to cum," he had given up on trying to speak English.

I could do one of two things. I could put him out of his misery and let him cum. Or, I could continue to tease him.

"Say it in English and I might let you cum." He told me I was naughty so I was going to tease him until he couldn't take it any more.

"I...please. Cum, you...let me," He was panting hard. He couldn't lie still as every part of his body trembled and squirmed.

He had a death grip on my hips and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I released the base of his cock and grabbed the shaft with both hands. I stroked up and down quickly adding an alternating twisting motion with my hands. His hands left my hips and grabbed the bars of my wrought iron headboard. His head tilted back, his shoulder pressed into the mattress, and he let out an almost animalistic scream as he released onto my hands and his thighs. I kept stroking, prolonging his orgasm until he winced away from me. His cock had become too sensitive to be touched.

I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and to get a damp cloth to clean him. When I returned to my room he still lay convulsing on my bed. I wiped his face and neck first because he was very sweaty. His shirt clung to his damp skin. I gently wiped the mess from his length and from his thighs.

We lay there for a while with him coming down from an intense high. When he had calmed he turned his head to me and pouted his lips for me to kiss.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"No, it was terrible. You're cruel and it was absolute torture." I would have believed his words if he wasn't smiling and pulling me close.

We napped for a while but eventually I had to get up to go to class. Tomorrow was a game night so we decided that he wouldn't spend the night with me.

"I'll see you on Saturday?" I asked as we parted ways.

"Da, you come my place and we plan for team to come and meet you."