Chapter 31 – Puff the Magic Dragon.

AN: Sorry for the massive delay! Between work and the World Cup I've been really distracted. I actually had a sudden burst of inspiration and I've written quite a few chapters! Hopefully there won't be another delay but I do
start my summer grad class next week...I'll try not to flake! And now on to the good stuf!!!! :)



Soundtrack: Incubus - I Miss You

Nef's POV

Sometime between finals and work I found time to follow the World Championship tournament. Germany is only 6 hours a head so I got the chance to talk to Sasha a little more frequently. I was on the Metro coming home from work one afternoon when my phone rang.

”Hi babe,” I heard Sasha say.

“Hi Sashka, what’s up?”

”Nothing, stuck in the hotel tonight. Bored,”

“You guys don’t play again for another two days. Why didn’t you go out?”

”Can’t. Coach told us that we’re not allowed to leave the hotel. Not after what happened with the media last time.” The guys had been filmed smoking after dinner at a restaurant.

Oddly enough they were in trouble not for smoking during the tournament but for staying out late. I sometimes forget how different the team rules are between playing for a US team and playing for Russia. In the US the coaches don’t put rules in place to govern your life. If you get plastered the night before a game no one will care as long as it doesn’t affect you on the ice. In Russia they put rules on virtually everything.

“Aww you’re in time out!” I cooed into the phone. “You’ve been a bad boy.”

”I will kill you,” he jokingly threatened.

“That’s what you get for staying out late and smoking. You know better.”

”I didn’t get in trouble for smoking. I’m allowed to do that!” But it’s still bad for you.

I knew Sasha smoked. Pretty much everyone in Europe did but he never did it around me. I hate cigarette smoke. It makes me sick to my stomach. He’s not a heavy smoker and I’m pretty sure he’d only done it a handful of times during the season.

“My season is over. I can smoke when I want,” he said.

“Okay, Puff the Magic Dragon.”

He growled into the phone. He didn’t like it when I made fun of him for smoking. I remember when I first called him Puff the Magic Dragon. He wasn’t amused. That made it even funnier for me.

“So where is your other half?” I asked referring to Ovie. These two were attached at the hip.

”Downstairs at the hotel bar. Have you booked your fly for July yet?,”

“Yes. I did that this morning. I’ll email you all the details.”

”Shouldn’t I get that already? I told you to use my credit card.” Not this conversation again.

“I used mine instead. I didn’t want to use yours.”I didn’t want to accept money from him. We made plans for this trip a few months ago so I budgeted money for it. I didn’t assume that he would pay for all of our trips this summer.

”But Nef, you’re in school and international flights are expensive.”

“I can afford this. My family pays for school. Worst case scenario I ask my grandparents for it.” I have disposable income because my grandparents pay for school and my parents pay me living expenses. My parents may not be millionaires but they’re not poor. My grandparents are well off when it comes to money. It wasn’t an issue for me.

”I want to do this for you,” he said. But it’s not necessary. Ugh. Boys!

“Sasha, it’s okay. I can do this.”

”But--”

“No buts. It’s already done.”

”Well then tell me how much it was and I’ll send it to you.”

“No, absolutely not.”

”Nefertiti, I don’t want to fight with you.” So don’t fight with me. I’m not letting you pay for my flight in July and I’m not letting you send me money.

”How about a compromise? Since you paid for your flight in July I get to pay for the next trip we take. I’ve decided that I’m going with Ovie in June to Las Vegas. I want you to come and spend a week with me.”

“Okay. I’ll let you pay for that.” He wasn’t going to let this go. If a compromise was all it took to avoid an argument then so be it.

June 21st through the 27th were the dates that we decided on. The awards ceremony was June 23rd. I’ll get to see him sooner than I thought. I was happy about that.


Sasha’s POV


I spoke to Nef almost every day. We had the tendency to disregard time zones. There was only a 6 hour time difference between Germany and DC so if I called her during dinner she would be at lunch. If I called her after a game it was early evening for her. I had been missing her like crazy. She invaded every thought that wasn’t directed toward hockey.

We’d been told to say at the hotel after the reporters filmed after dinner a few days ago. We were allowed to leave for practice, meals, and games. This was day three of it. I was going to a little stir crazy.

“I’m going to have to call you back. I need to take a shower,” Nef said. I had been talking to her on her commute home

”No, talk to me.”.

“While I’m in the shower? That would be kind of difficult.”


”Then take a bath." I wasn’t ready to get off the phone with her. Ovie was down at the hotel bar hanging out with a few guys so I was alone in the room.

“I don’t take baths. I always take showers.” She’s trying to be difficult on purpose. I know it.

”Nnneeeefffff, I want to talk to you.”.

“Alright already. Quit your whining, you big baby.”

She put the phone down and I heard the rustling of fabric and water being let into the bathtub. I assumed she was getting undressed and slipping into the water. I heard her exhale deeply, sighing.

”I know that sound,” I said. She made that noise whenever she was completely relaxed.

“This feels good, really really good.”

”Better than a shower?”.

“Yes…much better than a shower.” Her voice had gotten lower.

”Better than a shower with me?”.

“Hmmmm. That’s a tough one. Showers with you are always fun but this…” I heard her gasp. That wasn’t a sound you normally associate with someone taking a bath.

”What are you doing?” She released a low moan and I realized exactly what she was doing.

I listened to her, the deep breaths, the little moans and groans that slipped out whenever her fingers hit a sensitive spot, the little gasps of pleasure that I knew accompanied a wiggle of her luscious hips. My body started to react and I was hard. I closed my eyes and I imagined her laid out on the bed before me. Her warm brown skin nestled against crisp white sheets. Her curly hair fanned out across the pillows with her beautiful eyes focused on me.

My hand slipped beneath the sheet and into my shorts that were tented over my erection.

“I miss you. Tell me that you miss me, that you want to be with me.” she moaned.

”I miss you too. I can’t wait to see you, to be with you. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms again.” I stroked myself slowly, almost teasingly; the way Nef would have done if she were with me.

I laid the phone on the pillow next to my ear and used my free hand to play with my nipples. I had put it on speaker phone.

”Tell me what you’re doing. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I…I want you inside me. I miss it, the feel of your hard cock pounding me. Your hands holding my hips…guiding me. Sasha!”

”Don’t cum yet!”

I heard water being sloshed back and forth and I pictured her toned legs moving back and forth as she tried to hold off her orgasm.

”Are you close?”

“Yes…really close,” She hummed deep in her throat. “Sasha, tell me what you’re doing. Are you touching yourself?”

”Yes. I’m so hard for you. I wish that it was you touching me, licking me, tugging on my nipples.” My hand sped up. My hand tightened around my erection and I thought of the muscles of her wet warmth clenching around my cock.

”How…how many fingers are inside you?" I was panting now. The room had gotten hot.

“Two.”

”Another…add another.”

“Yes! Oh God…I’m close. Come with me!”

”Nef!” I screamed. I came hard, harder than the other times I had masturbated since I left the states.

I heard a muffled scream from her. I closed my eyes, relaxing as my body cooled. My skin felt sticky and there was a mess on my stomach.

“You wreck me,” she said.

When we hung up the phone I took a shower. As I exited the bathroom I saw Ovie sitting on his bed. He laughed when he saw me.

”What? Why are you laughing?”.

”Did you have fun?.” he asked. What is he talking about? ”You were loud.”.

Shit. He’d heard. What was he doing listening on the other side of the door? I crawled into bed, missing Nef even more than before we spoke on the phone.