Shoot Your Shot (Hockey/Fratboy Shawn AU)

Part Eight

"Shawn, what are we doing here?" You sigh, climbing out of the passenger seat of his Jeep and rounding the car to meet him at the trunk. He opens it to reveal two pairs of skates and a bag which seems to be filled to the very top with junk food of all different sorts.
"Just trust me," Shawn says locking the car and grabbing your hand to lead you into the rink. A wave of nostalgia washes over you as the two of you enter the empty rink. Just days prior, you were listening to Shawn and Brian fight over a video of you that had gotten leaked, and now here you were, hand and hand with that same person. With Shawn, you were happiest you had been in a long time; he just got you. It was like an unspoken connection, you were both so in sync with one another - with the exception of your morning wake up times. He knew what you did and didn't like, and you knew the same about him.
He leads you into the rink, setting the bag and skates down onto the player's bench, and you sit down next to the items. You figured he was going to skate around a little bit and allow you to watch, which was a bit odd for a date, but you weren't complaining. But that's when Shawn picked up a pair of skates that you recognized were Bella's and he crouched down to begin pulling off your shoes. You pull your foot away from his grasp, looking at him wide eyed, and you squeak out, "You want me to skate?"
He chuckles, grabbing your ankle and bringing your foot back over to him to help you get the skate on. "Yes, we're going to skate together." He is so focused in on lacing up your skates that the look of pure panic on your face goes unnoticed. As soon as he is content with his job on the shoelaces he sits down next to you, quickly slipping on his own skates before standing up and offering you a hand. You stare at the outstretched arm offering to help you out and let your eyes trail past the hoodie sleeve and up to meet the eyes of an expectant Shawn. "Are you coming?"
"Do I have a choice?" You huff, taking Shawn's hand and standing up next to him. You were able to balance on the concrete ground, but you knew that the actual rink would be a whole different story. "You do know I can't skate right?"
Shawn is now on the ice and trying to help you over the ledge to get you to join him. "You can skate, you just don't know how to yet." Shawn laughs watching you grip the edge of the rink for balance.
He stands there a moment more, the two of you just staring at one another. You weren't going to move a muscle until he decided to help you - face planting onto the ice was not in your itinerary for this date. You looked amazing, Shawn was staring at you swallowed completely by his clothes, gripping onto the wall for your dear life and he swore he'd never seen someone look more adorable in his life. You however, were convinced you looked like a baby deer who didn't know how to use it's legs, and if it was already this bad, you couldn't even begin to imagine how bad it would be once you began to move.
"Here," Shawn says quietly sticking a hand out for you to grab onto, but you don't.
You glare at him before saying, "I'm going to need more than a hand to keep
me upright, Mendes."
He throws his head back, letting out a hearty chuckle before smiling down at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. He sticks out his elbow to signal for you to hold onto it and you do, gladly grabbing his arm tightly as he pulls you into him. A small yelp escapes your lips as he helps you skate over to him, closing the foot of space between the two of you.
"I can't do this, Shawn I'm not doing this." You say, panic evident in your voice.
You'd expect Shawn to be understanding and sweet about this, say some encouraging words to help hype you up, but of course not. He stifles a chuckle and sarcastically says, "Okay, then help yourself back over to the bench."
The bench wasn't very far, maybe a good five feet, but it was five feet you wouldn't be able to make. You glare up at him, smacking his chest lightly which was a mistake. The movement of your arm threw your legs off balance and you began to fall. Shawn was quick to bend down a bit, bracing his knees and help yank you back up. You were embarrassed to say the least, but nonetheless his giggle was infectious, and you found yourself laughing along with him. "Fine, you can teach me, but please don't let me fall."
The laughter dies down as Shawn looks down at you with his lips pulled in between his teeth. Quietly he speaks, "I'll catch you if you fall, I promise." The two of you stare at each other a moment before a blush makes its way across his face and he's stuttering an explanation. "If you fall, on the ice... yeah on the ice."
"So if I fell for you, you wouldn't catch me?" You ask teasingly.
Shawn's eyes widen, not realizing that you're teasing him and he's quick to catch himself. "No! No, I'd catch you, I promise I-"
You cut him off by pressing a chaste kiss on his lips, pulling away before he can react. You tug on his arm a bit and ask him to lead the way which he does proudly, with his chest puffed out and a shit-eating grin on his face. He circles so he's standing in front of you now, holding both your hands before telling you to try and move yourself closer to him.
"How?" You ask, legs shaking a bit with nerves. You were almost positive that while trying to close the two foot gap between you and Shawn, that you'd somehow end up sprawled out on the ground.
"Baby," Shawn says grabbing your attention. You look up from your skates and see the gorgeous boy in front of you staring in adoration as he says, "Come give me a hug." Without even thinking, you drop your hands from his and move yourself forwards to wrap your arms around him tightly. Next thing you know, Shawn's lifted you up off the ground and skates in a little circle cheering you on. "You did it!" He exclaims before leaning down to kiss the crown of your head.
The next hour is spent skating circles around the rink with Shawn, hands intertwined. He did a good job at moving along at your pace, which was much slower than he'd normal skate but he had reassured you he was fine with it. It was around 7 that the two of you decided to take a break. Shawn had grabbed the bag from off the players bench before leading the two of you into the center of the rink. Watching curiously, you saw him pull out a blanket before laying it down on the cold ground, luckily he had thought to bring one of the thickest ones he owned, worried that a thin layer between you and the ice wouldn't keep you warm enough. He tells you to sit, which you do happily, sighing when the weight of your body is off your aching feet. He sits next to you a moment later, spilling the rest of the contents out of the bag and onto the blanket.
"So," Shawn says rubbing the back of his neck nervously before mumbling on about all the food he had gotten. "I got the hot cheetos, I know they're one of your favorites," He pauses, picking up the cheetos and handing them to you, a warm smile crossing your face as you listened to him ramble on and on. "I got white and milk chocolate, I'm pretty sure you've told me once that white chocolate is your favorite but I wasn't sure so I got both," Once again, he rests the item in front of you, the nerves peeking through his voice, a little shake present in it as he continues. "I got sushi from the place downtown, the shrimp california rolls of course, they're your favorite... oh! And I got a thing of chocolate frosting because even though you hide it in your nightstand, I found your secret stash and I know it's your favorite," You blush a bit at the fact that he had found your secret stash, you had thought you hid that well. "I wasn't quite sure what else to get so I grabbed one of pretty much everything at the convenience store down the road. And I know you like Diet Coke more than regular Coke, which i'm not sure how, so I got you a bottle but I also brought water because I figured you might want that after skating."
Once he's finished talking, you look at him with a huge smile causing him to blush once again and shyly rub his arm up and down. You lean over planting a loud kiss on his rosy cheek before sending him a wink and saying, "you're so cute!"
His eyes widen momentarily before narrowing in on you and saying "Cute, eh?" It's now your turn to blush, completely aware that something suggestive would be the next thing to fall from his lips. "You weren't calling me cute two nights ago when I ate you out in the shower and then-"
"Okay!" You yelp, hand reaching out to cover his mouth. Your face was red hot and you were fighting a smile at his words, remembering that night. "I get your point, my sexy, handsome man."
He nods before reaching out to open the container of sushi, "that's more like it." He grabs a piece with his bare hands before offering you a pair of chopsticks and speaking through a full mouth, "You want a piece?"
It was almost two hours later when the two of you had snuggled into one another on the blanket. The food was gone, empty wrappers the only remnants of the best meal you've had in a while. After eating, the two of you did a couple more laps around the rink, spilling secrets all along the way until finally you were both feeling a little exhausted. His hand was deep in your hair, massaging harsh but painfully amazing circles into your scalp. You were containing any noises trying to slip from your lips, the feeling of his hands in your hair was euphoric, and he knew all the spots that made you tick.
He was laying on his side, empty bag balled up under his head and your head on his arm. He curled that arm up, pulling you into him before letting his free hand make its way up into your hair. He could tell you were holding back noises, the small hums now and then vibrated against his skin causing him to smile into your hair. He runs his hand all the way through the ends of your hair before bringing his fingers up and scratching right at the nape of your neck. A long moan escapes your lips, surprising both you and Shawn. Neither of you say anything about it, he just sits there and watches the blush make its way across your face as you wait, anticipating his teasing to come soon. Its blissfully peaceful, just the two of you, in a cold hockey rink, wrapped up in one another in complete silence.
You shift in his grasp, rolling closer into him, which neither of you knew was even possible, before you throw a leg over his waist, hooking your ankle under his thigh to pull your legs closer to his. "I really like this," You say quietly into his neck, a small yeah coming from him, encouraging you to continue speaking. "Yeah, this is probably the best part of our date. You're so warm."
"Oh yeah?" Shawn asks through a smirk before flipping the two of you over so he's laying ontop of you, his full body weight crushing you into the ground. Giggles are escaping your lips like crazy and they fill his ears like his favorite song. You manage to maneuver your arms out from under him and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his further onto you.
"Yeah," You sigh, kissing part of his shoulder that was exposed due to his hoodie being pulled the wrong way. "You smell so good."
"Oh yeah?" He repeats, nuzzling his face into your neck, his hair tickling your jaw and the scent of his shampoo filling your nose.
"Yeah," You confirm, scratching at the back of his neck lightly before tipping your head to the side to kiss his temple. The two of you lay in this position until your legs begin to fall asleep and he's climbing off of you whispering apologies. You shut him up quickly, climbing over his lap to straddle him before weaving your hands into the hair at the nape of his neck and leaning down to meet his lips with your own. He responds quickly, kissing you back passionately. His hands come to hold your hips slightly, but still firmly enough to keep you grounded, reminded that he's there. Kissing him came so naturally, the way your lips moved in complete sync, the way his tongue met yours in the most delicious, beautiful way.
You pull away from him with a small laugh, and he looks up at you incredulously before saying, "I can surely say that this is the first time a girl has ever laughed at me mid-kiss."
"I'm not laughing at you, bubba," You reassure, leaning to down to give him another slow, loving kiss before saying. "You taste like sushi."
It's now his turn to laugh, his head thrown back exposing that beautiful neck of his. You spring at your chance and suck onto the skin covering his adams apple, his laugh breaking into a loud moan as he digs his fingers into your hips. "Don't start something you're not going to finish, y/n." He warns when you roll your hips into his.
"Who says I'm not going to finish it?" You mumble into his skin, dark splotchy marks covering his neck now.
You're beneath him before you know it, his lips on your neck at first before he flips your hoodie, well his hoodie, up over your stomach and kisses down your soft skin. His fingertips trace over your stretch marks on your side and you look down to see him staring directly at them, his words barely a whisper, "So beautiful." You throw your head back, looking up at the ceiling with a grin on your face as he strips you of your pants and then your underwear before slipping your legs over his shoulders and burying his face between them. He looked like a god between your legs, and if this was a sin then you were a damned sinner.