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His back was pressed up against the cold brick. Shoved. Pushed. Whatever you want to call it. Being boxed in by Nate had to be one of the greatest things to ever happen to Cale and he was so thrilled every time it happened.

The night started in their hotel room with Cale laying in a relaxed state as Nate pattered around the room unpacking for the short stay in Manhattan. Weirdly enough, it was always the pair's favorite city to be in, other than Denver that is. As Cale filled Nate around the room with his eyes, a simple thought arose, he wasn’t sure what Nate would say, but it was always worth a shot and unknowingly to Cale, Nate was wrapped around his finger. 

“Thoughts on going out tonight?” The simple question broke the simple silence that occurred in the room. 

Nate turned around from where he was faced away from Cale —the question posed at a time were Cale wouldn’t have to face rejection face-to-face. “Depends where you say we’re going.”

“Just somewhere small. I think.” Responded Cale. He wanted to go somewhere where he could fully savor Nate's presence. Somewhere where they weren’t two hockey players. And both him and Nate knew exactly the spot he was referring to. 

“Well then, I guess we’re going out.” Cale heard Nate say before he felt the presence of Nate right by him, who then leaned down to faintly press a kiss to Cales temple. It was a sign that Cale could probably say whatever and that Nate would follow. 

Standing up from the bed, Cale rushed to his unpacked suitcase and tried to put together a decent outfit for the night, but who would he be tricking, packed just for this moment and knew exactly what to wear. Sometimes, Cale likes to pull out a certain pair of jeans, ones that are tight on his ass, ones that he knows Nate loved just for that reason. 

As he finished pulling them on, he heard a soft whisper of “fuck” behind him, and turned around to find an exasperated look on Nate’s face. Cale just smiled back with no further response and turned back around to find his shirt. It seemed like Cale’s plan was working. 

Footsteps. Hands on his waist. Nate. Nate. Nate. His brain was not being helpful to him at all. The feeling of Nate’s hands, his chin tucked over Cale’s shoulder. 

“And what do you think you’re doing? Huh, baby?” Nate asked.

“Getting dressed.” Cale responded to Nate matter of factly. 

“Is that so?” 

Cale nodded in response before he felt himself get spun around and pressed up against Nate’s chest. The next thing he was registering was Nate’s lips on his own and a hand on his ass. Cale gasped into the kiss letting Nate’s tongue enter his mouth. He brought his hands up to tough on Nate’s hair. 

All of a sudden Cale snapped back into reality and pulled away from Nate but left his forehead resting on the others. He wasn’t going to let his night be ruined. Cale wanted to go out and he knew if things went further, rather than having a night out they’d be spending the night tangled in the sheets —not that Cale was opposed— he just needed to be taken out first. 

“We still have to go out first, Nate.” Cale glanced down to the pout on Nate’s face. “When we get back, I promise” and with that he planted a small kiss on Nate’s lips and went to go slip on his shoes. 

With a glance back at Nate, Cale walked towards the door of their room, leaving a stunned Nate behind. Nate rushed to catch up. 

The walk there wasn’t terribly long but the slight chill and the lack of jackets made it slightly uncomfortable. But nevertheless Cale pressed himself into Nate’s side as they walked trying to soak up all of the body heat that he possibly could. As the pair walked, small talk was made, the chatter carried them all the way to the bar's entrance.  A bar that they both knew well. One that was everything Cale wanted for the night. And if he planned everything right would help to put him right where he wanted to be. 

Nate led him to the end of the bar and ordered both his and Cale’s drinks. Cale was glad for how well Nate and him knew each other as the drink was placed into his hand and he was met with an enjoyable first sip. 

Cale wouldn’t necessarily call the bar a dive bar, but it also doesn’t fall into the line of one of those fancy cocktail bars. If he had to deem it at something it would’ve been a notch or two in standard above a dive. 

It was a dimly lit place, with people standing around the bar and at surrounding tables. Cale knew that they would just be patrons rather than athletes and that was special for the both of them. 

Thoughts filled Cales mind as he was tugged towards a now open bar seat with Nate standing between his parted thighs. The shield of Nate’s body was comforting. It made Cale feel less exposed. 

He made a poor unbalanced, non graceful attempt to reach up to the hair behind Nate’s ear and hold his drink at the same time. In that moment he was grateful for the steadiness of Nate. He was grateful for the stability Nate brought into his everyday life as well. As he stared into Nate’s eyes, he thought about everything he loved in regards to Nate. 

Between the constant care and affection —a side of Nate that nobody else really saw besides Cale— and all the small things Nate does in order to show him that he loves him. Or the times where Nate’s just there in his presence like right now. 

“Love you.” Cale murmured just loud enough to be heard over the bar chatter but quite enough that Nate would be the only one to hear him. 

He was graced with a smile from Nate, something that felt softer than normal. “Love you too.” Nate replied, simultaneously leaning into Cales touch. 

The couple stayed nestled into one another for the night with the occasional kiss or when Nate took a seat next to Cale when they moved into more of a booth style seat. It wasn’t a night of heavy drinking, rather a night of conversation and slow sips in between sentences. Cale had the reassuring feeling of Nate’s hand on his thigh as they spoke. 

The conversation was flowing switching between minuscule topics such as the play of their team to what they wanted in life. 

Moments like these were always nice. Rarer as they got further into the season between games and time with teammates. It was nice to just be with Nate and just Nate for once. Cale’s heart felt so full as he sat there with thoughts flooding his head in regards to this side of Nate. 

Suddenly, Cale stood up in order to stand between Nate’s legs as one of his favorite songs came on. Recognizable over the surrounding but minimal voices around them.

Being like this was a rare occurrence for Cale, someone who was afraid to show this side of himself but Nate's presence made him feel comfortable. As the song went on, Cale sang the lyrics to Nate who responded back and Cale shifted his movements to go along with the song. 

It felt like they were the only ones there and that this was their moment only. Cale thought the song fit the night perfectly. 

Before he knew it the song was coming to a close, so in turn he planted both his hands on Nate’s legs and leaned in, letting himself be supported by Nate, and kissed him with a subtle force. He felt Nate wrap his arms around him. Cale pulled away before things got heated and sat down again next to Nate. 

Settling into Nate’s side, a thought came into Cales head one about how what just happened felt like a scene from Gossip Girl something that Nate and Serena would probably get themselves into and he found himself letting out a giggle at the thought. 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw his Nate’s head turn. “What’s so funny?” Nate questioned. 

“Just thought about how this is like Serena and Nate from Gossip Girl. You know? And you can’t say you don’t understand because you’ve seen it with me.” 

Nate just chuckled in response. 

“What you don’t see the resemblance? Next thing we know, we could be fucking on the bar top. You just never know.” 

“Oh so you’re saying I can fuck you right here, are you?” Nate responded, turning to trap Cale where he was. 

“Absolutely not. We are not fucking on the bar.” 

“You suggested it,” Nate shrugged his shoulder, “thought I’d at least give it a shot.”

“Well you thought wrong I guess.” Cale let out a giggle at Nate's defeat. 

The pair settled into a comfortable silence as they sat with each other in what could be a fleeting moment. Drinks were drunk as time went by and conversation began between the couple. 

Cale had his hand resting on some part of Nate for the rest of their time sitting unable to let him be deprived from touching Nate. The same could be said for Nate as well as Cale felt the shifting of Nate’s hand and him moving  it from place to place on Cales body. 

Cale felt Nate’s lips against his ear as Nate asked if Cale wanted to get them another round. He was glad that there wasn’t a game tomorrow, rather just morning skate which they would most likely suffer through but it was all worth it just for this one night. 

As Cale got up and walked he made sure to grab Nate’s attention and make it focused on the one thing he knew Nate loved and couldn’t resist. He was glad for the good pair of jeans at the moment. 

The walk back from the bar, Cale maintained eye contact the whole way back to the table him and Nate were sharing. Enjoying and reveling in the moment and feeling of teasing Nate. 

If there was one thing other than hockey Cale knew how to do; it was knowing how to make Nate want him. 

Cale sat back down getting awfully close to Nate and hooked his leg around one of Nate’s making them connected at the hip. Making it so that Cale was just almost sitting on Nate’s lap. He turned his body into Nate close enough to be face to face. He grabbed his glass and took a sip of his drink making eye contact as he gulped down sips of it. 

He saw Nate’s eyes flick from his eyes, to his lips and finally to Cale’s throat as it bobbed up and down as he swallowed the liquid. Next thing he knew, Cale had the comforting weight of Nate’s hand resting on his collarbone, hand half wrapped around Cales throat but not squeezing, just resting there. 

“Oh so it’s like that?” Nate asked. 

Cale nodded his head almost sheepishly but he would let himself be caught yet. It was all apart of the game Cale had been playing all night. A catch and run of some sorts. He wanted to let Nate get as close to having him as he could before pulling away depriving Nate of what he wanted before Cale would do it all again. 

Cale knew that this was the game he needed to play if he wanted to get what he wanted from Nate. 

He felt Nate’s thumb resting on his lips, with the rest of Nate’s hand being around his neck. Cale parted his lips to get Nate’s thumb rest in his mouth. He didn’t want to start sucking just yet. He wanted to make Nate need it rather than want it. 

Cale leaned into Nate’s touch and found himself placing a hand onto Nate’s crotch feeling where his cock was starting to harden. He also felt the piercing look that Nate was giving him and glanced back up to meet Nate’s eyes. Cale let Nate’s thumb slip out of mouth and Cale tilted his head back to expose more of his neck. 

“C’mon.” Demanded Nate as he downed the rest of his drink. 

Now this was the side of Nate that Cale had been working towards seeing all night. The side that took control and got what he wanted. The side that put Cale back into his place. 

Cale let himself be drugged into the back hallway of the bar where nobody came through. It wasn’t necessarily the first time that Cale found him and Nate in this situation or this place. 

Nate came to halt toward the back of the hallway and next thing Cale knew was that his back was against the brick wall as Nate pushed himself against Cale boxing him in. Making sure that Cale couldn’t escape. 

It was like a predator finally catching its prey. Despite the fact that Cale had been teasing Nate all night, he was at a loss now and found himself completely at Nate’s mercy. 

“You wanted to play games baby? Well this is what you get,” murmured Nate into Cales ear

Cale just hummed in response as he wanted to nod his head but Nate had a ruthless grip on his hair. Cale wrapped his arms around Nate as the pair started to make out. 

The feeling of Nate’s lips on his brought a sense of euphoria to Cale especially with the added feeling of Nate being pressed into him. Cale bucked his hips up to get some friction on his dick especially when Nate simultaneously grinded onto him. 

It was a messy and heated make out session with lips touching and being bitten and hands roaming about each other's bodies. Moans were released with no care to the fact that they were in public. No one would come this way and Cale was sure it was loud enough in the bar to block out anything that could escape the hallway. 

Nate’s hand returned to Cale’s throat —this time with an affirmative hold— and Cale let out a moan as he leaned into the feeling. “Nate,” Cale gasped out. 

“Yeah you like that baby? Don’t you?” 

“Ah huh.” 

Cale wanted so much more that what was going on. He wanted to make Nate feel good. He wanted to be where he should be —which meant he should be pleasuring Nate. He tried dropping to his knees but Nate’s hold held him upright, stopping halfway before he could get there. 

“Not here.” Nate said. “Let’s go.” 

The pair tried to catch their breath and make sure they didn’t look disheveled, laughing at each other's attempts to look semi-polished before heading to close out their tab with Cale walking ahead of Nate. But Cale did not escape Nate until he felt a hand come down onto his ass. Cale swayed his hips slightly as he walked away. Behind him he heard a “slut” escape Nate’s lip and he smiled to himself. It was exactly the kind of response from Nate he wanted. He was Nate’s slut after all. 

Cale walked to the door to wait for Nate as he closed out the time watching him make small talk with the bartender that definitely knew what was up. 

In the darkness of the night, on a street illuminated by building lights, they realized just how late it was and how much time they had spent. Rather than walking, because neither of them could wait that long, Nate managed to call them a cab. 

He felt a hand on the back of his head as he got pushed into the cab. And then Nate was sliding in next to him. 

The imposing presence next to him, made Cale want. He couldn’t wait. He reached out to touch Nate where ever he could, without being suspicious or without starting a full on fuck fest in the back of the cab. He felt the movement of Nate’s lips resting by his ear but before Nate could speak, they came to a halt. Cale was scrambling to get out, trying to get to where he wanted to be. 

He sped through the lobby and into the elevator with his hand around Nate’s wrist. He fumbled with the hotel room key as he tried to hastily open it. He struggled so much that Nate grabbed the key in order to open the door. 

As they got through the door, Cale ended up being pushed against the door as Nate leaned into kiss him. Cale couldn’t wait any longer. He needed Nate now. 

He reached his hand down to palm Nate, but his ultimate goal was to get into Nate’s pants. He shoved his hand into Nate’s, now unzipped pants and wrapped his hand around Nate’s dick. He felt and heard Nate moan into his mouth. 

Cale did his best to work his hand up and down Nate’s shaft —despite the awkward angle. Nate’s hand wrapped around his neck was the next thing he knew. Cale let out a groan as Nate increased the pressure. 

With Nate’s hand around his neck still, Cale found himself being pulled toward the bed. Getting walked backwards until the beck of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he fell backwards with Nate laying on top of him. 

“Take this off.” He heard Nate say as he felt his shirt get pulled. 

Cale missed the feeling of Nate on top of him, as he removed his shirt, with Nate doing the same, however, the presence of Nate was ever so demanding, something that Cale would never get sick of. 

“Please, Nate. Please.” Cale was unsure of what he was begging for but he knew that he just needed Nate and that Nate would take care of him. 

Nate pushed Cale back down so that Cale was against the mattress again. He felt Nate’s dick pressing against his own and bucked his hips up to get a resemblance of pleasure. Cale wanted Nate so badly.

Underneath Nate, Cale started to squirm. He struggled under Nate trying to escape hsi hold. Cale's chance made itself clear, when Nate stood in concern, but before he could ask Cale what was wrong, Cale slid off of the bed and onto his knees. 

He pulled Nate's pants down, and with his help, stripped Nate naked. Nate’s dick in Cales mouth was the only thing Cale had been thinking about all night. He couldn’t wait any longer so he wrapped his lips around the head of Nate’s dick before Nate could say anything else. 

Cale knew exactly how to give Nate the best blowjobs of this life, and knew exactly what Nate wanted. He bobbed his head up and down, fully taking Nate into his mouth and letting himself gag as the head hit the back of his throat. He heard Nate moan from above him. He glanced up and made eye contact with Nate as he gave him head. 

He reached a hand down to palm at his own dick through his jeans but he didn’t want to get himself off just yet. He wanted to focus on Nate's pleasure. He let the spit from his mouth drip down to the base of Nate before he took his balls into his mouth to suck on them. 

It was at this moment that Nate decided to get mouthy, telling Cale several diffrent things but Cale preened as Nate called him a “good little slut.” It was Cales favorite term after all. It reminded him of his place when it came to their relationship in the bedroom.

He momentarily put his mouth back around Nate's cock, before a hand was tugging his hair pulling him off. “Stop baby. I want to come inside of you.” 

Cale moaned at Nate's words. Want. Want. Want. Echoed in Cales mind. 

Cale felt Nate's hands relocate under his armpits in order to tug him back up to the bed. Cale went willingly. Who was he to stop Nate? Nate could have whatever part of Cale.

In turn, Cale found himself on his hand and knees towards the foot of the bed. Nate’s hand fumbling on the waistband of his jeans in an attempt to pull them and his underwear off at the same time. Cale helped in assisting him to save the poor guy from his struggles. 

From behind him he heard Nate. “Fuck baby.” With a corresponding smack on his ass. Cale shifted his weight onto his elbows and spread his legs to be farther apart. “What am I going to do with you? Huh? Teasing me all night, thinking you’re going to get exactly what you want.” Nate drawled out. 

“Please Nate,” Cale begged. “Whatever you want. I’m yours.”

”Yeah? You’re going to let me do whatever?” Nate responded, tightening his grip on Cale’s hips as he settled down behind Cale. 

“Yes. Nate,” gasped Cale.  

Suddenly, Cale felt the wetness of Nate’s tounge against his exposed hole. “Nate” Cale whines while pushing his hips backwards. 

“Let me. I know you like letting me.” There was gentle tone to Nate’s voice, but somehow it still felt commanding to Cale. 

Nate licked again, it’s light like it always is. Cales noticed that Nate likes to build up the pressure when it comes to such an act. His tongue is teasing, but warm and gentle. Cale couldn’t stop letting out pitiful whines as Nate continued to eat him out. It is a lot for Cale especially with the grip that Nate has on his thighs and ass. 

Sounds of Nate lapping at his hole can be heard throughout the room, the undeniably wet sounds paired with the sounds Cale is making. It’s always so wet and Nate alway comes back up with his chin covered in saliva. If it was possible, Cale would have Nate down there 24/7 and he was sure Nate wouldn’t protest. 

Cale whined out constantly, letting small whimpers out from time to time, and let out a particularly loud moan when Nate gets a finger or two into him and repeatedly hits his prostate. The feeling is something non-describable to Cale. He didn’t care as long as Nate is making him feel good. Behind him, he could hear the sounds Nate is making who is as equally turned on. 

“Fuck me Nate, please, I’ve been good,” Cale was begging Nate now, so turned on that he would do whatever it would take to get fucked by Nate. 

“Beg for it. Slut.” 

”Please. Please. Nate. I want your cock in me so badly. Please.”

“Alright baby. You’ll get it.”

Cale felt so empty when Nate pulled his fingers out. But it didn't last long, because the next thing he knew, Nate was pushing inside of him. The pair simultaneously moaned, the feeling of Nate’s cock in him overwhelmed Cale. No matter how many times they fucked, Cale didn’t think that he’d ever get use to the size of Nate dick. 

He out pathetic whines as Nate took on a relentless pace, Cale craved as much as he could get. And he knew Nate wouldn’t let up anytime soon. And Cale was right, Nate kept the same pace, steadily fucking him for quite sometime.  

“Feel so good, Nate.”

”Yeah baby? Fuck your so tight.”

”Just for you, I’m all yours.”

Cale whined at the sudden loss of Nate’s cock inside of him but keened when he was flipped over and had Nate right back inside of him. His legs being held by Nate meant that all he had to do was lay there and take it and Nate molded him into his perfect fuck toy. 

Between Cale and Nate’s, moans and groans, the pair got lost in the moment. Eventually, Nate let one of Cale’s legs drop in order to reach a hand up to grasp at his neck. Cale shifted forward into the touch. 

The pace Nate had previously set, slowed down over time, turning the moment into something serene and less rushed. Moonlight and city lights illuminated the room as the sheer curtains didn't do much, but Cale loved being able to turn his head and be met with Manhattan. Cale stared into Nate’s eyes as he got fucked. Cale softly smiled and Nate did the same back. 

“I love you so much baby. Yeah? Love that you’re mine.”

”Nate,” Cale whined. He felt comforted by Nate's words. “Love you too,” he responded bring up his right hand to rest on the back of Nate's head, sliding his fingers through the hair close to the nape of Nate's neck.

And Cale pushed Nate's head down so that their lips met. It was a slow and passionate kiss one that was tender and caring and all that Cale wanted. Before he knew it Cale was gasping into Nate’s mouth as he orgasmed. Nate followed him shortly after. 

With their foreheads resting on top of each other, the pair caught their breaths alongside the murmurs of sweet nothings Nate was letting out. 

Cale let his eyes close as Nate pulled out of him and sooner than later he found himself drifting off, letting Nate lay close by. But it wasn’t long before Nate was ruining a hand up and down his arm getting him to wake up. 

“C’mon Cale, baby, you gotta wake up, gotta get you cleaned up.” 

Cale let out a groan in response. He knew that if he didn’t move Nate would manhandle him into the shower, so he begrudgingly sat up and swung his legs over to the side of the bed Nate was standing on as he knew he’d be standing with weak knees and would need Nate's support. 

Cale let himself be led into the shower and rinsed off my Nate. Not only was he rinsed with soap and water, Nate also showered him in kisses all around his body as well. 

A towel was quickly wrapped around his body after Nate turned the water off and then Nate ensured that every part of Cale was dry before he was hearded back into the bedroom. 

Cale was gently pushed onto the left side of the bed and maneuvered so he was laying down properly. God he was so tired. He was glad for the feeling of the bed dipping down when Nate crawled into the bed on his respective side. 

He scooted over to be closer to Nate —resting his head on Nate’s chest and felt Nate wrap an arm around him. 

It was with a murmured “I love you,” by Cale who in turn promptly closed his eyes and was out before he could hear Nate respond.