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It's past midnight when Sebastian stumbles into their bed room, a nice buzz still running through his veins. It's day two, well, day three now he supposes of their post Stanley Cup bender and Sebastian can't remember being sober anywhere in between.
The lights are dimmed, but Rod is still awake, a book in hand, wearing his pair of reading glasses he recently got. They drive Sebastian crazy.
He pulls them off when he sees Sebastian enter and smiles at him so fondly, Sebastian wants to melt. His biggest realisation of winning the Stanley Cup next to holy shit, I did it is, how loved he is. Jordo, Slavo, Freddie, even Nicolas who hasn't even been with the team for more than a few month, all of them went out of their way to show their love.
And Rod of course.
God, they've done it.
Jumping into his arms as the clock ran out, Sebastian has never felt anything like that before. Fuck it, that the whole world saw. It's only for them to know what it really meant.
"Hey baby", he greets him and Sebastian just flops down on his back into bed next to him, looking up at him upside down.
"Hi", he grins and Rod just finds his hand and drags it up to his mouth to place a kiss on his fingers, because he is proper like that and loves him.
"Had fun?", Rod asks, gently caressing his scalp with his fingers.
Sebastian closes his eyes, enjoy the touch. "Mhm", is all he answers. "Now tired though."
"I can imagine."
They are quiet for a moment, before Sebastian pipes back up: "I should take a shower first."
"Not the worst idea", Rod laughs, but Sebastian doesn't move.
"What, are you waiting for me to join you or what?", Rod teases and like- it's not like Sebastian had thought of it. But he's too tired for that.
"I'm going, I'm going", Sebastian concedes and pads the short way into their en-suit. He takes one look into the mirror and cringes at the sight of himself. His eyes are glazed over and his hair is sticking up in every direction. He doesn't even want to think about his beard. He could just shave it off. It's over, he doesn't need to keep it anymore.
He definitely knows why he doesn't normally wear one. It just refuses to connect. He strips off and quickly steps under the shower, letting the cool water run over his body. He's trying to sober up at least a little and what's better for that than a cold shower?
Sebastian works the shampoo into his hair, it's getting longer again and if he's honest, he likes it like that. He doesn't even really know why he cut it shorter. Rod seems to like it too, at least judging by the fact that his hand keeps sneaking into his hair every chance he gets.
He finishes up quickly, really wanting to get to bed. But his beard keeps bothering him. He shouldn't shave it right now, he's too drunk. But he wants it gone.
"Roddy?", he asks, pushing his head back into their bedroom, his wet hair dripping slightly onto the floor. "Would you help me shave?"
"Sure Sebass", Rod says and lifts the covers to get up and follow him into the bathroom. "But we're doing it properly", he says and gets out his razor, an old school one, just one blade, sharp enough to really do some damage.
It really takes trust to let someone work with a blade around one's throat, but Sebastian trusts Rod with his life.
The older man pushes the plug into their bathroom sink and lets warm water gather in it, before crowding Sebastian against the counter, until their bodies are flush together.
Rod presses a kiss against Sebastian's temple and whispers in his ear: "Up you go."
Sebastian does as told and pushes himself up onto the counter, until he's sitting in a way, that allows Rod to stand between his spread legs.
"Did you shower cold again?", Rod asks him, cradling the side of his face with his hand.
"I did", Sebastian says, leaning into the touch.
"Freak", Rod says, making Sebastian giggle, while he soaks a cotton towel in hot water.
"Here, hold that against you face", he instructs, it's something about opening up the pores, but Sebastian doesn't really care enough to ask and just does as told.
Rod gets out all of his expensive stuff, the shaving cream and the brush to apply it, where Sebastian usually just takes the spray can of shaving cream and eyeballs it, spreading it by hand.
"Ready?" Rod asks, still soaking his brush in warm water to get the bristles nice and soft.
"Yup", Sebastian answers him, popping the 'p'.
"Okay", Rod smiles and starts whisking the brush in the shaving cream until it starts foaming up to his liking and he starts applying it all over his face and throat.
Once he's satisfied, he soaks it in water again, to get all the residue off and opens up the blade. Rod knows how to handle it, it's evident from the ease with which his fingers find the right position, pointer, middle and ring finger on one side, thumb on the other, balancing it out to give him the best possible control.
Rod's concentrated breathing tickles Sebastian's skin and he giggles lightly.
"Don't move", Rod warns and waits for Sebastian's nod, before angling the blade just right, stretching the skin with one hand while carefully staring to shave the hair off with the other.
He dips the blade into the water and shakes it gently, getting rid of the foam and the hair, before starting with the next stroke and the next one, until they get smaller and smaller the closer he gets to his mouth.
Rod switches over to the other side, pulls his skins tight and starts working down the other cheek, making sure to stay with the way the hair grows.
It has something therapeutic to feel the blade move against him and see how concentrated Rod is. It's nice to trust him like that.
"Can you suck your lip in a little?" Rod asks, lightly tapping his bottom lip with his pointer fingers, while also cleaning off the blade in the warm water again.
Sebastian does just that and lets Rod continue working. He does the same with the upper lip, letting him shave everything off.
"Tilt your head back a little", Rod instructs and Sebastian exposes his entire throat to him without thinking twice. He still looks at Rod, even if the angle is weird, how his tongue is slightly sticking out in concentration and how he squints to make sure he gets it just right.
"Why are you looking at me like that", the older man asks, once he's done, quirking up one of his eyebrows.
"I just like looking at you", Sebastian answers, making Rod shake his head fondly.
"I like looking at you too", he answers, if a little exasperated. Sebastian definitely still is a little tipsy. He wipes away the residue of the shaving cream with the warm towel, before picking up the brush again.
"Ready for round two?"
Sebastian's lips quirk up into a wicked smile and for a second and when Rod replays his words in his head he immediately feels the need to roll his eyes and groan.
"You know I love when you say that", Sebastian still gets out, before Rod can shush him by saying: "Yeah, yeah", very loudly over him.
Sebastian cackles gleefully, at Rod's slight annoyance, but is easily soothed by the hand in his hair holding him still, while Rod starts applying another round of shaving cream.
He sits through it patiently, lets Rod do his thing, the alcohol is starting to make him sleepy, so by the time the older man is done, Sebastian is almost ready just to collapse into his arms and let him carry him into their bed.
"Okay, just some nice cold water to finish it all up", Rod says, splashing a little bit into Sebastian's face and effectively waking him back up.
"Stop that, that's mean", he complains, but dutifully pats around his face with towel soaked in cold water.
"Let an old man have a little fun", Rod says, kissing the tip of Sebastian's nose. Sebastian drops the towel in response and wraps his arms around Rod's neck, pulling him into his space again.
"All the fun you like", he whispers, before uniting their lips in a sweet kiss, more than a peck, but no tongues involved. Rod smiles into it, before deepening the kiss, pulling Sebastian closer to him.
"That's the best thing about having that thing gone. I can kiss you all I want without getting beard burn again."
Sebastian laughs, but gets cut off by another kiss. The guys had given Rod so much shit about it early on in the playoffs, when they hadn't quite figured out how to work around it and how much was too much, causing the little rash to be bright red and unmistakable on his face.
"Carry me back to bed?", Sebastian asks, when he gets tired of sitting on the counter. He wants to lay down, wants to keep kissing Rod, but wants to do it in his own bed.
"You're spoiled", Rod says, but his hands still wander under his ass to pick him up. Sebastian just happily cuddles into him and lets himself be carried the few steps. "Anything for my Stanley Cup winner", Rod adds when sitting Sebastian down and the younger man still can't believe it.
He is a Stanley Cup champion. He's done it.
They kiss, until Sebastian literally falls asleep against Rod's lips and the older man turns the last light off, gently carding his fingers through Sebastian's hair.
The ring he's picked out, laying just to his side in the bedside drawer, on his mind. He had planned to ask once the season was over, only hoping, that he might do it with the Stanley Cup in their house.
When he got a moment at the party to corner Sebastian's parents, he had done just that, to ask for their blessing too, which they gladly gave. Rod knows that they still frown up on their difference in age, which good parent wouldn't, but they also see how happy Rod makes their son. And how much they have accomplished together.
Maybe he'll ask tomorrow. Or the day after.
He doesn't know the plans for the upcoming days, isn't sure if he wants to know. What he does know, is that Sebastian is currently peacefully sleeping in his arms, not a care in the world on his face. And honestly, that's enough for Rod right now.
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The next morning, Sebastian is less hungover than Rod had expected. His overly sweet: "Good morning sunshine!" Still gets him an angry groan and an eye roll, that immediately vanishes once Rod sets a cup of coffee down in front of him.
He's made them a hearty breakfast, something that probably fucks both of their diet plans, but what better time is there to fuck your diet plan, than after winning the fucking Stanley Cup?
And by the pace the boys had been showing the last few days, Sebastian will need any foundation to build up his drinking game on. Otherwise he'll just be throwing up in three-ish hours and no one likes that.
"So, what does today's plan entail?", Rod is just asking while watching Sebastian get dressed, when loud honking starts coming from outside.
They both step out together, to find Svech in his ridiculously expensive sports car, roof open, the trophy strapped into the passenger seat, Jarvy in the back seat, waiting for them.
"Get in looser", Jarvy shouts. "We're going golfing!"
Rod throws his head back laughing, clearly catching the Mean Girls reference, he has a daughter after all. Sebastian just turns to him and kisses him goodbye, before halting and saying: "You could just come with you know? The guys wouldn't mind."
"Nah, it's fine, go have fun. It's your moment, I had mine."
Sebastian steps back into his space. "It's our moment", he corrects him and Rod once again asks himself how he deserves someone that loves him as much as Sebastian does. Only took him two marriages and a sexuality crisis he was definitely to old to be having.
It takes for Svech and Jarvy to start making faux wretching noises, to finally get them to part.
"I love you", Sebastian says, because it comes so easy to him.
"I love you too. I'll wait for you with dinner?"
"Sounds great", he says and then, in an after thought adds. "And I swear if I don't see that ring box, that you definitely haven't been hiding in your bed side table, for desert, I will just propose myself."
For a moment Rod's face falls. "You know?", he asks incredulously.
"Of course I do. Two both questions."
Rod has only asked one question yet, but still knows what he means. He pulls him in to kiss him one more time.
"Oh come on now, the rest is waiting for us already, can't you do that some other time?", Jarvy asks, fake annoyed and actually pretty endeared by seeing Sebastian so happy.
"Preferably when I'm not watching", Svech adds, just that he means it.
"Later?", Sebastian asks.
"Later!", Rod confirms.
Another peck on the lips and then Sebastian joins them in the car.
Andrei has already half pulled away when a thought occurs in Rod's mind. "Hey Svech, should you even be driving?", he shouts, earning him a laugh from the mentioned man.
"I'm Russian", he just says. And somehow, that makes it worse.