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"Scott, I don't know if I wanna bring that."
Kip sighs as he drops a box filled with his belongings onto his little twin childhood bed. He winces a bit when dust puffs into the air as a result.
Today is the day Kip finishes moving out of his parent’s home. Kip agreed to officially move into Scott’s penthouse for a while now but with them in the bedroom consummating the joy of the athlete coming out on the ice on top of dealing with the world’s reaction to it, not much progress has really been made on moving Kip in.
Fortunately, Scott has the day off–no interviews, no calls about sponsorships, no anything. He can help Kip move stuff over to their home. Like a normal couple. Scott can’t even describe how happy he is to be doing all this with no fear anymore.
Kip shakes his head and glares at Scott, who is standing on the other side of the bed currently holding up a photo of ten year old Christopher Grady he found somewhere in Kip’s room.
It doesn’t work though. All Scott sees is the love in his boyfriend's eyes. He knows Kip well enough when his boyfriend is actually mad and this glare is just for show. Or maybe Scott is just distracted by how the sunlight peeking into the room is emphasizing Kip’s beauty. His sculpted jaw, his beautiful eyes, dimples– it could be anything really. Scott just loves his man.
"Are you sure about that Kip? You look so adorable here." Scott grins, eyes gleaming with mischief. "This would go amazing on our fridge."
Scott watches as Kip quickly crosses around the bed and stands in front of him at arms length. He approaches Scott with slow steps, eyes darkening in a familiar way that has Scott sucking in a breath. The star athlete feels himself take steps back until he comes in contact with the wall.
“Need something, Kip?” Scott whispers, feeling himself harden at the anticipation of what’s to come. Being sandwiched between a wall and Kip, he could just grab Kip right now and–
Then, Kip swiftly tries to grab the photo.
With his many many years of playing professional hockey, Scott quickly raises his hand way above his head maneuvering the photo out of Kip’s reach.
“C’mon now, that’s just not fair.” Kip rolls his eyes affectionately. “You are much taller than me. That's not being nice, Hunter.”
Scott sticks his tongue out playfully and Kip laughs, treating the hockey player with the sight of dimples that never fail to make Scott feel like he’s melting.
In moments like this, the amount of love Scott feels for Kip makes the athlete believe nothing else matters in the world except the beautiful, intelligent, patient man in front of him. There will never be a day he’s not grateful for his boyfriend, even when said man is feeling way too embarrassed about his childhood picture.
“Please, sweetheart. You look so cute with your bowtie and glasses in this picture. I kinda want it on the back of my phone.“
“Give that photo to me now, Scott.” Kip says, lowering his voice which makes Scott want to drop his pants right now. “Or else…”
Oh hell yes. “I pick or. Definitely or.” Scott says with a crooked smile.
Kip grabs Scott’s shirt and pulls both of them onto the bed next to them with the familiar strength that Scott loves. And Scott is anything but light, so for his boyfriend to manhandle him the way he can… Scott feels himself getting harder than he already is.
Scott lands onto the bed on his back, photo still in hand. The bed makes a loud creaking sound that neither of them notice. Kip straddles him, causing the bed to creak even more. His boyfriend’s defined thick thighs enclosing the athlete’s equally impressive thighs. Scott immediately feels Kip’s desire rub up against his. He gazes into his boyfriend’s eyes and he sees the pure need that is without any doubt reflected on his own face right now.
Kip tightens his grip on Scott’s shirt and grinds his thick erection against Scoot’s causing the athlete to inhale sharply.
“Can I kiss you?” He says, pulling himself closer into Scott’s face, lips inches apart. Kip’s chin brushes with Scott’s beard, the friction sending very deep sparks down the athlete’s body,
“Absolutely.” Scott closes his eyes and–
"Kip!" The voice of Kip's dad comes from down the stairs, bursting their heated bubble.
"Oh my god–" Kips immediately sits up, blushing. Clearly in disbelief that he was about to devour Scott on his dusty childhood bed.
Scott smiles, finding Kip's reaction amusing. He takes a moment to appreciate the body he’s seen naked more times than he can count. Even fully clothed, Kip is gorgeous beyond words. His eyes glaze over and absorb the practically adonis-like body his boyfriend has. Scott wouldn't have minded having sex on Kip’s childhood bed at all.
"Son, can you help me with those big muscles of yours and help me lift these boxes into the garage? " Kip's dad continues, calling out from the living room.
“Coming, dad!” Kip shouts back. He then closes his eyes, taking a moment to calm down. “I do not know how to behave around you.”
“And I hope you never will,” Scott grins at Kip when he opens his eyes. “I can come with–”
"It's fine, Scott. I'll be quick. I love you." He kisses Scott on the cheek and stands, relieving the pressure on Scott’s dick (He already misses it).
Scott pushes himself upright on the bed, palms on the bed propping him up. “I love you too,” he smiles. “So fucking much.”
Those words reward him with the sight of Kip smiling happily and those dimples; Scott misses kissing those dimples, it’s been too long since he has. Two hours ago is way too long.
His boyfriend leaves the room and Scott hears footsteps go down the stairs. Scott, left in Kip's childhood bedroom here at the Grady household, just shakes his head while grinning stupidly. He can't believe this is his life.
Scott’s still hard but he’s definitely not gonna rub one off alone in Kip’s room. Now that would be weird. He can wait, the wait is always worth it with Kip.
Remembering why he got into this situation in the first place, he held Kip’s childhood photo with both hands and looked at it further. His lover has definitely grown up yet Scott can still see so many similarities between young Kip and his Kip now. It appears to be a school photo when Kip was still in grade school.
“He already wore glasses back then.” Scott thinks, and the young Kip wearing a bowtie reminds Scott so much of the first night he asked Kip out and the St. Thomas Gala. At that time he couldn’t love him openly, though it's different now. Next time they’re all dressed up at a gala, Scott is kissing him in front of everyone the first chance he gets. God, he’s so in love with this man.
Scott pockets the photo, hoping Kip forgets about it and he looks around the room while wondering where he’ll display the photo… his wallet, his phone, framed in their bedroom– Kip would probably not be open to that.
His eye catches on the frames and medals on the wall. Scott stands and looks closer to read what's on the frames and sees Kip’s diploma. A surge of pride rises in Scott even though he didn’t know his boyfriend at the time Kip graduated. Kip always thought it was useless, but now with a full ride post-graduate scholarship to NYU, his alma mater, Scott hopes Kip starts to see how intelligent and amazing he is. He knew this the moment he laid eyes on him.
Scott realizes he’s never really taken in Kip’s room; they’ve always spent their time over at hockey player’s penthouse or he was just dropping by the Grady house to pick Kip up. Plus, Kip was very shy to spend a long amount of time with Scott in his room.
After curiously gazing through a few of the academic certificates and medals displayed on the wall, Scott spots something that stands out. Rugby Scholar-Athlete of the Year. Christopher Grady. In recognition of excellence in academics and commitment to collegiate rugby.
“What.” Scott thinks, in shock. “The fuck?”.
Unable to make a coherent thought, he looks at more awards he hasn’t looked at.
Coach’s Award for Dedication, Christopher Grady. Issued by Coach John O’Brien.
Champions – NYU Rugby Spring Invitational 2009 – Most Points Scored, Christopher Grady. Awarded by NYU Club Sports Council
And Scott doesn’t know how he missed this before, as it happens he sees a photo of what appears to be a rugby club. Kip is positioned up front of the whole team, kneeling next to a trophy, smiling widely with sweat dripping down his face. He can just feel the pride and joy exuding from Kip in this photo. Scott knows the feeling very well.
“Holy shit.” His Kip was a successful rugby player in college. His ridiculously hot, sexy, and intelligent boyfriend was a successful rugby player in college.
Scott stops looking at whatever is on the wall, feeling a weird tinge of uncertainty, he prides himself in knowing Kip so well. Kip is his everything.
How has this never come up before? Scott ponders about this and he sees how for a long time now it’s always been about the star hockey player; Scott can’t come out, Scott has to lead his team to victory, Scott will be gone for a week, Scott has to do an interview about him coming out. Hockey was always at the forefront of his life– and now their lives.
“Fuck.” Scott thinks, did he make Kip feel like his achievements were nothing compared to his? Like he couldn’t open up about himself? He feels a dull pain in his chest. Scott always made an effort to make sure that Kip knew that his life was important to Scott too.
Sure, Kip was one to hold things back about himself from Scott because he feels inferior. Nevertheless, they’ve always worked through it with genuine communication and really, really good sex. So how could Scott miss out on something as big as this?
However, as he imagines Kip’s college rugby life, Scott cannot ignore how attractive this is. Even a blind person can see how gorgeous his boyfriend is. He has worshiped at the altar of Kip Grady multiple nights, mornings, and afternoons. Kip Grady is a man that is not worth letting go of. And it turns him on beyond belief that this man chose Scott to belong to. And Scott belongs to him.
He always thought Kip got that body through genuine discipline and working out at the gym. At least that’s what Kip made it look like. They’ve worked out together multiple times and Scott does recall being impressed by how efficient his boyfriend executes each workout with the right form and timing. He never mentioned anything about playing college rugby. The sweaty after gym sex is probably what stayed in his mind more.
Scott feels a bit of disappointment that he, as an athlete, failed to recognize another athlete. To be fair, if Kip told him that the sky is neon green and that pigs can fly, Scott would believe him. That’s his man and his man’s word is the law.
While lost in thoughts, the sound of footsteps approach the room and Scott feels Kip’s presence before Kip makes his return known.
Scott turns around, away from the wall of Kip’s achievements and revelations, and is greeted with his beautiful boyfriend entering the room.
The slight damp sweat on the temples of Kip’s face and shirt provides Scott images of his boyfriend tackling, sprinting, and scoring with that body.
“Fuck, that’s really hot.” Scott thinks as shifts uncomfortably, trying not to get too turned on.
“Sorry, I took longer than expected.” Kip says, seemingly not noticing Scott’s internal struggle. He closes the door behind him and walks towards Scott. “Dad went out to buy us an air fryer for our place. He looked at me crazy when I said ‘I don't know what that is’ and that we didn't have one.”
Kip arms circle Scott, and Scott leans in without thinking. He finds Kip’s shoulders instinctively, taking in Kip’s smell when his boyfriend tightens the hug and the message is clear, I’ve missed you, already.
“I tried convincing him that we didn’t need one but he kept telling me how it would change our lives.”
“Oh, really?” Scott finally speaks.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure my life’s already changed” Kip whispers against his neck, he pulls back and Scott meets Kip’s loving gaze. The tenderness in his eyes makes Scott ache in all the right ways. The only thing Scott can focus on is his heartbeat and the feeling of Kip's breathing on his lips.
Their lips meet, soft at first, but the need underneath hums through both of them. Scott melts into the kiss, leaving him bare and utterly vulnerable. Only Kip has given him the privilege of love like this, intimacy like this.
Only Kip has given Scott the strength to be open about everything in his life. And it’s only right that Scott makes sure he’s doing the same for Kip.
It takes all Scott’s willpower to pull away and–”Kip, wait.” Scott says, already regretting breaking the devastatingly amazing kiss.
“What’s wrong?” Kip’s face scrunches in concern, finally noticing the subtle worry on Scott’s face.
“I–I just-” Seeing the concern on Kip’s face, Scott quickly says “It’s not anything bad I promise, I mean– I don’t know but I–”
“Baby, calm down, it's okay. Whatever it is.” Kip says softly, and Scott feels his boyfriend's words wash through him. “Let’s sit down.”
Scott moves as Kip guides them to sit at the edge of his bed, and cups Scott’s hands in his. He feels a mixture of tension and peace in the room as Kip patiently waits for Scott to talk.
“Do you feel seen with me?“ Scott says after a beat.
“Oh!” Kip says, caught off guard by the question. “Yes! Absolutely! Especially recently, with us now in the spotlight you’ve done so much taking care of me.”
That feels good to hear, just not exactly what Scott was asking.
“I was just looking around your room and I saw a bunch of achievements that you’ve got from playing rugby in college. You’ve won tournaments, Kip. Do you not think I’d want to know that? Why did you never tell me?”
“Oh, that.” Scott watches as Kip turns his head away from the athlete to look at the certificates on the wall. He can’t tell if his boyfriend is gazing at them with longing, indifference, or anything really. “I don’t know. It never really came up?”
“Never really came up?” Scott says, confused.
Kip just chuckles, and meets his eyes again. “Yeah. I don’t know, It’s not something I think about really.”
He stands and lightly tugs on Scott’s hand to follow. He moves them across the room to where Scott was earlier, right in front of the wall of certificates.
“You know, my dad was actually the one to display these in my room. I think it’s kind of insufferable to have your achievements be the sole decorations of your room.”
“I think that’s sweet he did that.” Scott says genuinely, however unable to miss the pang longing that hits him.
“I know, Scott.” He watches Kip’s eyes soften. “Sorry.”
Scott somehow stops his eyes from tearing up. “You don’t have to be, not your fault.”
Kip squeezes Scott’s hand, which provides him great comfort.
They both turn their attention back to Kip’s rugby achievements on the wall.
“You shouldn’t worry, Scott. This has nothing to do with you. I’m just… past it? I didn’t hate doing it, I loved it actually. I’m very proud of what I’ve achieved. It’s just not in my life anymore.”
Scott doesn’t get it. With hockey being the pride and joy he’s continuously worked on all his life, he can’t fathom holding an achievement with that much calm distance, without the ache to keep chasing it.
“I don’t get it.” Scott says bluntly, and Kip just chuckles yet again.
“College was a long time ago. I’m more proud of the friends I’ve made and life just happened I suppose.” Scott looks away from the wall to watch Kip closely, and he can see the nostalgia written all over his face. “I got busy trying to survive after college, trying to make my way in this city. My student debt didn’t help either; nobody wanted to hire someone with an arts undergraduate degree so I just… worked odd jobs for a while.”
“I get how that feels.” And Scott really does. Being an orphan at such a young age, he knows what it’s like to only focus on surviving day to day.
“Did they ever give you shit for you know…” Scott trails off.
“Being gay, Scott?” Kip says, amused by boyfriend’s hesitancy. He’s working on it. “Oh, yeah. Of course. It was tough, horrible at times.”
Scott feels a strong sense of anger and protection for Kip. He hates the idea of people disregarding Kip’s greatness and him reducing him into just being gay. Kip deserves much more than that.
He gets that feeling too.
Before Scott gets riled up more and more by the thought, Kip continues.
“But I was good. And when you’re good, it shuts them up real easily.” Kip has a fond look on his face that washes away any anger Scott is feeling. “My team, it was weird at first. It didn’t take long for them to have my back though, just as much as I had theirs.”
He can’t help feeling proud hearing Kip. He also can't help how something in Scott’s chest tightens hearing Kip talk about a passion long gone.
“Where are your trophies?”
“Some deep in the garage, some I sold to make ends meet. No biggie. It’s just material, the feeling of winning those games always is with me.” Kip shrugs.
“Oh, Kip.”
“Scott,” He turns to meet Scott’s gaze, and Kip must see sadness written all over the hockey player's face. Wouldn’t be surprised, Scott always wears his heart on his sleeve. Kip just smiles bittersweetly. “I know it’s coming across sad. I’m not sad. I think. I don’t know, it's complicated.”
A beat of silence passes between them; Kip deep in thought, and Scott doesn’t know how to navigate this. All he knows is, he just wants to learn more about Kip.
“I didn’t think your dad would be the type to place your trophies in the garage.”
“He’s not. I placed them there. He doesn’t know where they are. I was saving them if I needed the extra cash.”
“Kip…”
“It’s fine, Scott really. It is.”
He believes Kip, it's just that there’s something in the air that doesn’t feel right. However, Scott senses his boyfriend is done talking about it. For now, he’ll save it for another day. He’s just grateful Kip wasn’t intending to hide it from him.
Scott pulls his boyfriend in for a hug, holding him tight. He feels Kip squeeze back.
Kip loosens his hold enough for them to look at each other, his arms still warm around Scott’s back. Scott sees a glimpse of tears in his lover’s eyes.
“Sorry, enough about me–” Scott wasn’t having any of that.
“I-I don’t mind. I love learning about you. I love you.” Scott says earnestly.
“More than hockey?” Kip grins and there it is, those dimples.
“Possibly. High chance.” Scott laughs.
Kip rolls his eyes “I love you too.” and pulls Scott in for a kiss.
The kiss is intimate, similar to the many they’ve had. Doesn’t make it any less special, Scott will spend the rest of his days with Kip living for this feeling.
“You know, when you and I are free of any responsibility, we should play some rugby.” Scott says, when they pull apart ”I’ve played a bit for fun a few years ago.”
“Are you sure?” Kip's face lights up, and Scott feels an incomparable joy arise in him.
“I’m sure. I still keep in contact with the people I played with every now and then. I’d love to introduce you.” He’ll never shy away from the opportunity to show Kip off. Especially now that he found out Kip is a superstar rugby player.
“Aren’t you scared you’ll get your ass handed to you, Hunter?“ Kip teases, and gestures with his hand at the rugby awards he received.
Kip always turns him on, but seeing Kip be proud about this, even just for a moment, lights a fire within him.
“I hope so, Grady.” Scott leans in and bites his boyfriend's lower lip then releases it. “It’s a challenge.”
He watches as a low heat settles in Kip’s gaze. “You're on."
Scott is not one to do things impulsively. However, he can’t get this idea out of his mind the moment he found out Kip played rugby. And fuck it he feels like being impulsive–
“Kip, put your hands on my ass.”
“What?” Kip says, caught off guard for the second time today but intrigued. “Um, okay.”
He moves his hands from Scott’s waist down to his plump ass. Scott can see his boyfriend's confusion and appreciates the clear trust Kip always puts in him.
Kip squeezes his ass which causes Scott to make a sound of surprise. “Sorry, I couldn't help it.” He doesn’t look sorry at all.
In retaliation, Scott executes his plan. He slightly tightens his arms around Kip’s broad shoulders, and leaps into his embrace. Kip instinctively clutched Scott’s ass, pulling him closer as the hockey player wrapped his legs around his boyfriend’s hips. And just like that, Scott is suspended in Kip’s arms, lifted entirely by his strength.
“Oh, fuck.” Scott’s moan escapes him at the strength Kip is displaying lifting him with no difficulty.
“You like that?“ Kip says with a low voice, which goes directly to Scott’s dick.
“Fuck me?” Scott whispers, desperate for Kip to show more of that strength right now.
“Absolutely.”