I was hiding under your porch because I love you.

IT'S ALL SO MUCH.

I've been dealing with thinking about the two of them in the locker room afterwards. They've gotten most of their gear off, jerseys and pads and skates left in a giant pile, soaked in sweat and champagne. There's more alcohol in their hair than in their bloodstream at this point. The whole team is singing along to the playlist that Alex and Nicky started putting together eleven years ago, just for this moment.

Alex grabs another bottle of champagne from the cooler in the back of the room, and when he turns around again, he sees Nicky's face, lit up and grinning in this crowd of people. It makes something squeeze tight in his chest.

"Nicky!" he says, and it comes out too hoarse and soft for Nicky to hear above the noise, but Nicky hears him anyway, turning toward him without hesitation. Nicky slides out from under Burky's arm and goes straight to Alex. His grin gets wider, more radiant, and Alex forgets what he was going to say.

Alex drops the bottle of champagne and reaches out, pulls Nicky close and kisses him.

Nicky opens his mouth and kisses him back, no hesitation, no questions. Alex pours everything he's feeling into that kiss, all the joy and gratitude and love that doesn't come out the right way in English, and Nicky matches him, so fierce it makes his knees shake.

Alex pulls Nicky a couple of steps back and to the side. The locker room wall bumps out at a weird angle here and makes a little nook, so no one can see when Alex goes to his knees in front of Nicky.

Nicky makes a tiny, shocked noise, and Alex grins up at him. "I told you, I give it to you after."

"That's not--" Nicky starts, but his voice cuts off when Alex leans in and nuzzles the line of his cock through his Under Armour. "Oh."

Alex peels the spandex down over Nicky's hips. Nicky's hard already, they all are, to be honest. Alex grips the base of Nicky's cock and slides it into his mouth, hot and thick.

He just wants to make Nicky feel as good as he feels right now. A blowjob isn't the same as a Stanley Cup, but maybe if he tries hard...

Nicky lets out a shaky breath, almost a laugh. "Alex," he says, and his hand comes up to grip Alex's hair. His hips stutter, pushing into Alex's mouth and Alex relaxes, swallows him down.

"Fuck," Nicky says, and then something in Swedish, and then he's coming in Alex's mouth.

Alex swallows most of it, sits back on his heels to look up at Nicky. Nicky is flushed and Alex wants to kiss his open, breathless mouth.

"OVI!" someone shouts, and then it's a chant, and in a minute, they're going to come looking for him.

Alex stands up. He kisses Nicky, quick and sweet.

"Alex--"

"Later. You give it to me, okay?" Alex says.

Nicky grins, sudden and radiant and filthy. "Okay."