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post-wedding

Anxious as we both are and sore as my feet are, Jack doesn't put up too much of a fight when I insist on using the app on my phone to call us a car. I spend the whole ride back to Chelsea with one hand wrapped tight in Jack's and trying not too fidget too much with the other. Butterflies are downright having a dance party in my belly, but it's not the sort of nerves I used to get before games or even the ones I'd get before checking practice.

No, these are the good kinds of nerves. Like the ones I felt right before Jack kissed me for the first time.

Everything becomes sort of blur once we make it back to the building even as I want to remember every last moment. We thank the driver and then take the elevator up to our floor, Jack's hand not leaving mine for a second. And then I lead him down the hallway to his apartment. Part of me kind of wants to do this in my own bed, but Jack's is about as familiar as mine these days and Macha and Shannon probably need to be let out. Or at least fed. Elvis should be fine.

Jack lets go of my hand to unlock the door and the kids are right there when we walk in, their tails wagging wildly.

It's a nice distraction.

"Hi, babies," I coo, ignoring the nerves and the heat still pumping through me. I glance over at Jack. "Do we need to feed them one last time before, uh. Before we do anything else?"

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In the back of the car, I can't take my eyes off of Bittle. I'm excited, and a little nervous, but mostly I'm concerned with how he's feeling. I never let go of his hand, and smile warmly at him when he greets the dogs. I crowd in behind him and kiss the side of his neck before stepping away to grab the leashes.

"I'm going to take them out before, so we can-- not be interrupted for the rest of the night," I tell him, cheeks flushing pink as I give him a shy smile. "I'll meet you in the bedroom in a few minutes?"

Jack's already reaching for their leashes and I can feel those butterflies coming back already.

It's not too late to back out, I know. If I wanted to, I could tell Jack that I've changed my mind, that I'm not actually ready, and he'd understand. Maybe we could just go to his room and curl up for awhile or... or do other things. Sexy things even.

But, even as nervous as I am, I don't want to take it back.

"Okay," I finally manage, nodding stupidly as he leashes up the kids and ducks back out.

It's suddenly so, so quiet. Quiet enough I can feel the pounding of my own heartbeat, and I take a moment to collect myself before fixing myself a great big glass of water. After a few sips, I carry it back into Jack's room, setting it on the nightstand. There's not really much reason to just do nothing until he gets back so, quietly, I step out of my shoes and peel off the jacket and waistcoat and shirt, then my pants and socks. I leave my boxers on, more comfortable in one last layer before pulling back the covers of Jack's bed and slipping into bed.

And then I wait, sitting back against the headboard with the covers pulled up to my waist and my hands resting over them. And my heart still beating a mile a minute.

Luckily, the dogs don't keep me waiting too long. It's a strange thing, waiting for two dogs to go to the bathroom while trying to subtly make sure that your boner isn't too noticeable. I take them back upstairs and give them treats before washing my hands, and then peel off my jacket as I walk into the bedroom.

Bittle is sitting in the middle of my bed looking nervous, and I smile softly while I finish undressing until I'm just in my underwear. Slowly, I climb into bed and lay next to him above the covers, reaching out to take his hand and thread our fingers together.

"Tell me what you're thinking?" I ask softly, lifting his hand to press a kiss to his knuckles.

My breath catches at the sound of the key in the door followed by the click-click-click of Macha and Shannon's nails on the floor as they trot in. Seconds later, Jack steps into the room, his jacket already off and I watch him intently as he strips down to his underwear. Even now if feels a little indulgent to get to stare my fill, but that certainly doesn't stop me any and heart washes all through me when he crawls onto the bed next to me and takes my hand in his again.

"I'm thinkin' I'm nervous," I tell him honestly, brushing my thumb along the curve of his and giving a squeeze. "Not bad nervous though. Just... excited, I guess?"

It sounds pretty silly, I know, but Jack isn't laughing or even chiriping me and that's enough to make go on. "And a little scared I might disappoint you, I'll admit. I know you've done this before. What if I'm really bad at it?"

"It's okay to be nervous. I'm nervous too," I tell him honestly, moving a bit closer and letting my head rest against the pillows as I look up at him. My smile fades a little as he continues speaking and I shake my head a little, holding his hand against my chest. "You can put those fears to bed, mon chou. No matter what happens here tonight, you won't disappoint me. No one has ever made me feel half as good as you do."

He really means it, is the thing. If I know anything at all, I know Jack doesn't say anything he doesn't mean, not even when he was in full-on hockey mode and had to talk to reporters.

Pulling in a breath, I shift when he does, sliding further under the covers even though he's still on top of them, and turning onto my side to face him. "I could still be really, really bad," I tell him, though I can't deny he's already making me feel better. "What if it hurts a lot? I mean, I've... I've touched myself and you've touched me there. A lot. But, not to inflate your ego too much, your dick is a lot bigger than a couple fingers, Mr. Zimmermann."

A soft, fond smile spreads across my face and I put my hand on his hip, watching his face as he speaks. I really listen to everything he's saying, because it's all so important to me. I blush slightly and then let out a soft laugh, shaking my head a bit and sliding my hand up his back.

"Okay, first off. You won't be bad. It's impossible," I tell him, and my cheeks heat up even further as I bite my lip. "I was-- my plan was to open you up with my fingers and my mouth. I'll do everything I can to make it not hurt, but it probably still will a little."

I frown slightly that the thought of causing him a single moment of pain, but in this case it's probably unavoidable, no matter what I do. "If it hurt, we would stop. I just want to make you feel good, Bits. And I want to make sure you're ready."

"You have a plan?" I reply with a laugh before quickly shaking my head. "No, of course you do. Oh my goodness, you ridiculous boy."

There's no hiding the fondness in my tone though and I lean in toward him, reaching over with my other hand to cup his face and pressing a kiss to his frowning lips. And maybe it will hurt. Everything I've ever read or seen seems to imply it will, at least a little. But they all say it gets better, too. And that with lots of lube and prep, the initial pain isn't really so bad at all.

I press another kiss then, and another, lips lingering before I pull back, making sure his eyes are on mine. "I trust you. Okay? I trust you and I love you and I'm so, so ready to know how it feels to have you inside me."

"Should I not have a plan?" I ask, blinking a few times. But then he's kissing me, and I reach up to cup his cheek and return it. When he pulls back and looks at me so intensely, I make sure to meet his eyes and listen closely, smiling at him. His trust means so much to me, and I'm thankful every day that I've earned it.

"I love you too, Bitty," I reply, kissing him gently and nodding as I drag the blankets down to reveal his lithe, lean body. My smile turns into a bit of a playful smirk as I roll on top of him, bracketing him with my arms. "So, are you saying that my plan needs adjusting?"

With another soft kiss, Jack tugs the sheets back and then sits up. It's hard not to feel a little awkward, but at least Jack's as close to naked as I am and the look he's giving me is nothing short of appreciative.

He moves then, rolling on top of me and I carefully spread my legs and bend my knees so I can cradle him, grinning up at his hovers over me. We're touching from belly to hip and, even as nervous as I am, I can feel myself already getting hard just from having the weight of him on top of me.

"Oh no," I assure him, lifting both hands to card my fingers through his thick hair then brushing my thumbs along the high curve of his brows and down his temple. "I like the sound of this plan a lot. In fact, I think you can get started anytime you'd like," I add with a teasing grin as I lean up enough to press a kiss to his mouth, teeth catching on his bottom lip and tugging lightly.

"Good," I breathe out, moaning softly when he bites down on my lip. I kiss him again and then pull back, sitting up on my knees over him and resting my hands on his chest. "There's, um-- one more thing we should probably talk about before."

After a moment, I lean over and pull open my bedside drawer, taking out the lube and an unopened box of condoms and setting them on the bed. My cheeks feel hot and I reach up to rub at the back of my neck. "I bought these because I wanted to be prepared. Um, do you want to use them? I haven't been with anyone since my last few physicals, so-- it's up to you."

Tipping my head back, I watch as Jack pulls out the familiar bottle of lube and an unopened box of condoms. Even knowing just exactly what we're about to do, my cheeks still go warm with how real this all is. Jack seems nervous again, rubbing at the back of his neck as I consider what he's saying. What he's asking.

I know for a fact Jack hasn't been with anyone since he got to Darrow. As much time as we spend in each other's pockets, even lately, he wouldn't have the time. And Jack's just not the type for cheating, or even casual sex all that much.

"Is it... It would feel different, wouldn't it?" I ask, reaching out again to take one of Jack's hands in my own, just for the connection. "Have you ever done it without?"

"Never, no," I say easily. Safe sex was always something that was drilled into my head, and I used them with Kent. I knew about Kent's reputation, and I wasn't taking any chances. "I know it's supposed to feel better without them, but there's never been anyone I trusted that much before."

I smile at him, squeezing his hand and leaning down for a soft kiss. "Until now. But it's a hundred percent your call, Bits."

There's no secret that I haven't been with anyone at all before Jack. Though I suppose what he means by trusting me is knowing I won't be with anyone but him unless... unless something really bad happens. Even if that something bad is nothing either of us has any control over.

And I trust him, too. I trust that he wants this as badly as I do, that he wants me and only me.

"Okay," I breathe after a few moments, leaning up just a little for another kiss before I nod against him, nerves winding tight again. "Let's, uhm... let's go without. If you're okay with that."

"Okay." My own belly tightens with nerves and I toss the condoms aside before kissing him again, pressing our foreheads together for a moment before I pull away. "Roll over for me?"

I move out of the way to give him room, and pull the covers down before I wriggle out of my own underwear and toss them aside. Sitting back on my haunches at the end of the bed, I let my gaze sweep over Bittle's body. The golden tan that he got over the summer is fading back into a milky pale, and I still can't believe that I can just reach out and put my hands on him.

The kiss is calming, but I can't hide the nervous little gasp I let out when he asks me to roll over.

It's still the right kind of nervous though and I carefully turn onto my belly as Jack peels the covers back a little further. Even with my boxer-briefs on, I still feel more than a little vulnerable like this. Exposed.

When I look back over my shoulder, I notice Jack's gotten rid of his underpants, that he's kneeling behind me again in nothing but his birthday suit. "Oh-- Should I...?" I ask, reaching one hand down to hook a thumb in the waistband of my underwear. I'm not really nervous about being naked in front of him anymore, not after all this time. Not even knowing what's about to happen.

"Let me do it. Lift up for me," I say gently, leaning over to curl my fingers in the waistband of his underwear. I pull them down his hips and off of his legs, tossing them aside before leaning down to press a kiss to the soft bend at the inside of his knee. And then I keep kissing, letting my lips skim across the soft golden hairs dusting his thighs. I kiss the crease where his leg meets his ass, and then one cheek and then the other before letting my mouth linger at the base of his spine.

"You're gorgeous," I murmur, sliding my hands up over his ass. I keep my voice low and gentle, wanting him to relax. "Want to spread your legs a bit? I-- I want to use my mouth."

There's always something a little more intimate about him undressing me so I drop my hand back to the mattress and lift up my hips just as he asks, letting out breath as he peels them off me. He presses a kiss to the back of my knee and then another one a little higher up my thigh. He keeps going even higher after tha, his hands smoothing up too and heat rushes across my cheeks.

"Oh my goodness," I breathe, only it comes out as nearly a squeak as I turn my face into the pillows.

It's not something I've never heard of before, of course. It's not even like I haven't thought of doing it before, but it's suddenly so much.

But I still trust Jack over everything else, and I trust that he really wants to do this, all of it. Every bit. Swallowing tightly, I finally manage a nod and, again, do as he asks, carefully spreading my legs just a little and lifting my hips. "If it's, uhm... if it's weird, you don't have to."

"I've never done this before, but I-- I want to try," I tell him, spreading his legs a little wider and settling between them. I do my best not to let my fingers tremble as I palm his ass and slowly, so slowly spread his cheeks apart. "If you don't like it, or I don't like it, we'll stop, okay?"

But when I look down to see that tiny pink curl of muscle, I get the feeling that my liking it won't be a problem. My thumb brushes curiously over his hole, and I let out a sharp breath when it tightens. I keep rubbing those gentle little circles as I lean down to press soft, open-mouthed kisses across his cheeks and then slowly down between, sliding my thumb away so I can lay a gentle kiss to his hole.

It's so, so intimate and part of me feels like I shouldn't like it, but I do. It's the most private part of him and he's giving me unfettered access, and that knowledge makes me tremble in pleasure.

When he doesn't react negatively, I hold him open and drag my tongue over his hole, circling it with my tongue and waiting to see how he'll react.

Again, I know he means it sincerely, so I manage a nod as well as a shaky exhale, the sound melting into a stifled sort of whimper when I feel his hands spreading my cheeks wide. It's hard not to tense at first, not to clench and try to pull away. No one's ever seen me like this before, no one's seen exactly what he's seeing right now and what if it's awful or gross or a huge turn-off?

But Jack doesn't say a word and, slowly, I manage to make my muscles relax. My breath catches when I feel the brush of what I think is his thumb right against my hole, but he doesn't push in, just massaging gently around it as he presses his lips to the globes of my ass.

"God," I whimper after a moment because, weird as it is, it definitely feels good. Everything goes tense again when it's his lips instead of his thumb that I feel and I grab at the sheets beneath me, holding on tight as I hide my face again. It's shocking how good it feels and I have to bite back a whimper, already about to shake out of my skin.

And then Jack licks me.

"Oh my-- Oh my God," I whine, my cock twitching against my belly as I force my hips to stay just as they are. "Jack. It's-- If. Please, if... Can you do that again?"

My breath stays caught in my throat until he reacts, and then he does and it's so beautiful. I grin against his ass and then nod, nipping softly at the curve of his ass. Even if I didn't enjoy it as much as I did, it would be worth it just to make Bits act like this.

"Gladly," I breathe out, because I want him to know that I'm enjoying it too. I spread him wider with my thumbs and this time I press my tongue a little harder against his hole, lapping at it a few times before making my tongue a stiff point and pressing in, just barely, before I go back to licking at him.

My own cock is practically dripping against the sheets and I mindlessly rut against the bed as I rim him, settling in to a rhythm and wrapping my arms around his thighs to spread him even wider.

Jack's voice is low and downright hungry when he responds, the sound of it rocking right up my spine before he's pressing back in, his tongue slick right against me. It should be gross, I think. I should be so, so embarrassed. But the truth is, it just feels so darn good that I can't really think about that much at all.

Gasping, I shift a little to grab the pillow, pulling it under my chest and clinging tight as Jack licks and sucks and groans against me. He actually gets his tongue up inside and all I can do is shake with how good it is as I try to spread my legs wider, greedy already for so much more.

"Jack," I whimper, one arm still curled around the pillow as I blindly reach back with the other, fingertips grazing his hair. "Oh my God, Jack. Please, I'm... my goodness, that feels amazing, you feel... oh my God."

Bits can't even seem to form full sentences and that makes me so proud, not unlike scoring a goal on the ice. There's that familiar swoop of sensation and adrenaline and I grin against Bits' ass in my own personal celly.

"Mm, you taste good," I murmur, licking at his hole again before reaching out to grab the lube. "I'm gonna use my fingers now, okay?"

We've done this part before but I'm still a little nervous as I warm the lube on my fingers. I watch him as I reach out to press a slick fingertip to his hole, rubbing at it before slowly sinking my middle finger into him, watching with dark eyes as his body stretches around my finger, pulling me inside of him.

I can actually feel the vibration of Jack's low voice against me when he speaks and it's impossible not to groan again, shuddering as he pulls away. Cool air replaces Jack's mouth and I shiver for a second, realizing just how I must look right now with my legs spread and butt in the air.

"O-okay," I reply, trying to remember how to breathe before I feel the familiar, slick slide of his finger where his mouth just was. Sometimes when we do this there's a little bit of a burn, sometimes I really like that burn, but this time he just slips right in, easy as anything. I can feel my back bow as I let out another moan and it takes everything in me not to start grinding against the mattress.

"Yeah," I groan when he starts to move it inside me. Slowly, I arch my hips back to take more, trying to meet every slow slide. "God, Jack, yes. That feels so, so good."

My finger slides in so easily, like it never really has before, and I know that using my mouth was a good idea. I lean in to lick around my finger and even though the plastic chemical taste of the lube on my tongue is pretty terrible, it's worth it to continue. I can feel him clench around my finger, muscle fluttering against my tongue, and I pull back to lay kisses along the round curve of his ass.

"You're doing so good, Bits," I murmur, lavishing him with praise. "I'm gonna add another finger, oui? Relax for me."

I breathe hotly against the small of his back and withdraw my finger before slowly pressing in two, twisting them slightly as I let them sink in. "Mm, that's perfect. Still feel good?"

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