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2minsforslashingBlablabla. First time poster. I should've gotten someone to read this over but frankly I'm too tired to right now (plus my only reader gags over Roloson). I was cleaning out my writing archives and found this I wrote last year. I never finished it but I decided to try to finish it as soon as possible. Plus there seems to be a shortage of Jussi humping Roloson and vice versa so I wanted to get it out. (Did anyone see that Oilers live where Roloson admits that Jussi always has something funny to say to him after every game? Now that is hot.)
It's a short fic, rated R for all the humping. Edmonton Oilers: Jussi Markkanen & Dwayne Roloson.
It was never fair. Never. Ever. It seemed so easy, to pretend that they were two different human beings. He wanted to pretend that he was never accepted by him, a stranger.
It's a short fic, rated R for all the humping. Edmonton Oilers: Jussi Markkanen & Dwayne Roloson.
It was never fair. Never. Ever. It seemed so easy, to pretend that they were two different human beings. He wanted to pretend that he was never accepted by him, a stranger.
At least that was how he felt when he first arrived during a cold unyielding morning. He had walked around the same building several times already, never actually entering. He didn’t want to really. What was he to expect? A cold hostile goaltender unwilling to leave the net empty for a new kid? He was told by many, that trades were easy, and he was ready to accept that fact. But Dwayne Roloson, of 30-something years of age (a convenient lie he told himself), was terrified. Taking a long look of the building that would soon become a familiar sight, he walked in
He met Jussi Markkanen, who was surprisingly not as bitter as he thought. A man much younger than him yet with remarkable maturity, Jussi had a wonderful demeanour, quiet virility and a damn good body. He spoke with a slightly harsh voice, had eyes that sparkled brilliantly, and he was quite a good kisser. Too good at it really. They had gotten to learn each other’s lips, every contour and the shade that stained each other’s cheeks afterwards.
They would usually quietly regard each other among others, after all they shared a great professional relationship on the ice. Roloson was the image of perfect calm; he was amiable at most with his team mates. But Markkanen was cheerfully a good friend of most, his infectious smile nothing new to everyone. He could name the kids of every father in the Oilers, and he would help out anyone who was in trouble. He did get a little jealous sometimes when they got too close to him. He didn’t like that before he came, Markkanen played golf with Smith or someone every Saturday. Which was why there was a date, or several, that they kept at least once a week to each other. And in their own private solitude the things they did were hardly professional.
There was one time, an away game and they had finished up a post game interview. Most members wanted to go shopping or look around the city. They decided to retire back to their rooms; the weather had been a little cold lately. Roloson quietly slipped the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the doorknob as the blonde routinely turned off his cell. Condensation had frosted the windows and he could almost feel himself shivering at the thought of what was to come next.
He hated his dowdy clothes; the sullen shades of brown he had thought were the only things that didn’t make him look hideous. However Jussi had worn a simple black shirt that stretched casually over his muscles, accentuating his handsome figure. Roloson slid the chain slowly into place, and turning he found himself facing blue eyes that smiled mischievously back at him. He twisted his hand against the tie, pre-emptively pulling the Finn against him. Their lips touched each other before Jussi could even speak, he always did talk a little too much. And he soon groaned in approval as their tongues fiercely devoured each other. He felt his body take the upper hand as he crushed himself against the body of his partner and soon Markkanen relaxed against his grip.
‘Maybe…’ Jussi started quickly as soon as he got some air. Dwayne ignored him quickly, pushing him around against the wall. The buttons on his shirt wouldn’t come undone, and he resisted the urge to rip them off ruthlessly. After all, last time it had happened during an away game, Markkanen had no other shirt to wear for the rest of the trip.
‘Take off your damn shirt.’ He barked at Jussi who chuckled at the frustration.
The shirt came off, everything followed it.
Dwayne was too busy kissing Jussi, their lips brushed each other’s just like impatient teenagers and their tongues darted out fighting feverishly. He could feel his tongue against his, diving and exploring each corner of his mouth like a familiar area. In doing so, his mouth crushed against Jussi’s even harder and they fought against each other’s own need for each other.
He never realised he had reached the edge of a bed, it just happened. And as he fell back, he found how powerless he was now. Markkanen had outsmarted him and the blonde had already pushed him on his back.
‘Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.’ A small impish grin appeared on his face, Dwayne had seen that smile before. Always before he started.
He felt his warm lips on his shaft, his fingers caress it gently. He stifled a moan of pleasure. God, he was defenceless when it came to whatever he did. It was amazing that they fucked more than a bunny collecting names and his palms still felt sweaty and nervous as he had first did.
Jussi’s tongue rested against it now. Oh God. He felt the tongue trace it slowly up and down. Roloson gave certain moans, some soft gasps of air and a muttered ‘yes’. Each time he did so, Markkanen would stop and start. Sometimes he went faster, sometimes slower.
‘Don’t be a fucking tease.’ He growled at Jussi while he only heard a further chuckle. His body was fighting to release; the demons were turning within him. And the passion he felt for the blonde was immeasurable. The reason why he sighed so well with satisfaction and his back would arch with each thrust was because of some sort of love. It was a sick twisted love, the reason why it was lust that took priority and not their feelings. And he couldn’t help but love Jussi for that.
His pulse quickened tightly and he could feel his hands twist at the sheets slightly.
‘Look I can’t. Juice.’ He could feel his leg almost cramp from the intensity. And Markkanen was unrelenting. He merely moved from the encouragement and drank in every last drop as Roloson gave a throaty scream. Sweat had plastered Dwayne’s hair to his forehead. As he laid on the bed, Jussi climbed onto him. He straddled the goalie, another idea filling that devious mind. His mouth dipped down, making small bites on his neck.
Roloson then took the moment to pull Jussi down. The confused blonde gave a small gasp and he found it replaced with Roli’s own mouth.
‘I’m not letting you give all the fun.’ He growled as he took total control.
It wasn’t long before Roloson entered himself into Markkanen. Jussi gave a moan of pleasure, and they soon became enthralled by their own sweat filled desires. There was no slowing down, not when they knew they only had one night to do everything. And it seemed like they were only on #2 of their list. Roloson gripped at Jussi’s sweaty skin, he could only pump harder through each thrust and mutter words of agreement in return.
In what felt like felt as short as twenty seconds but held the passion of twenty hours, Roloson gave his final thrust and collapsed onto Jussi. He could feel it release into him, it would be a long shower in the morning. But already the thought of a shower could be enough to start him again. Unfortunately they needed a moment to recover, as Jussi turned slowly to face Roloson. And his hand moved up to pat the brunette’s hair aside. His eyes were filled with relief and further passion. His lips were already inching closer as they gave each other short tender kisses.
All night they made love many times, probably too many to count. They were tired as hell in the morning and they managed to even make some time for another go.
They almost missed the bus.
It always happened in one night, and they would probably never have anything more. But every week, there would be one night where they would stay in a hotel room or hide in a corner. They would kiss each other till their lips were bruised or fuck each other like teenagers. And it would feel so good, wonderful and right.
He met Jussi Markkanen, who was surprisingly not as bitter as he thought. A man much younger than him yet with remarkable maturity, Jussi had a wonderful demeanour, quiet virility and a damn good body. He spoke with a slightly harsh voice, had eyes that sparkled brilliantly, and he was quite a good kisser. Too good at it really. They had gotten to learn each other’s lips, every contour and the shade that stained each other’s cheeks afterwards.
They would usually quietly regard each other among others, after all they shared a great professional relationship on the ice. Roloson was the image of perfect calm; he was amiable at most with his team mates. But Markkanen was cheerfully a good friend of most, his infectious smile nothing new to everyone. He could name the kids of every father in the Oilers, and he would help out anyone who was in trouble. He did get a little jealous sometimes when they got too close to him. He didn’t like that before he came, Markkanen played golf with Smith or someone every Saturday. Which was why there was a date, or several, that they kept at least once a week to each other. And in their own private solitude the things they did were hardly professional.
There was one time, an away game and they had finished up a post game interview. Most members wanted to go shopping or look around the city. They decided to retire back to their rooms; the weather had been a little cold lately. Roloson quietly slipped the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the doorknob as the blonde routinely turned off his cell. Condensation had frosted the windows and he could almost feel himself shivering at the thought of what was to come next.
He hated his dowdy clothes; the sullen shades of brown he had thought were the only things that didn’t make him look hideous. However Jussi had worn a simple black shirt that stretched casually over his muscles, accentuating his handsome figure. Roloson slid the chain slowly into place, and turning he found himself facing blue eyes that smiled mischievously back at him. He twisted his hand against the tie, pre-emptively pulling the Finn against him. Their lips touched each other before Jussi could even speak, he always did talk a little too much. And he soon groaned in approval as their tongues fiercely devoured each other. He felt his body take the upper hand as he crushed himself against the body of his partner and soon Markkanen relaxed against his grip.
‘Maybe…’ Jussi started quickly as soon as he got some air. Dwayne ignored him quickly, pushing him around against the wall. The buttons on his shirt wouldn’t come undone, and he resisted the urge to rip them off ruthlessly. After all, last time it had happened during an away game, Markkanen had no other shirt to wear for the rest of the trip.
‘Take off your damn shirt.’ He barked at Jussi who chuckled at the frustration.
The shirt came off, everything followed it.
Dwayne was too busy kissing Jussi, their lips brushed each other’s just like impatient teenagers and their tongues darted out fighting feverishly. He could feel his tongue against his, diving and exploring each corner of his mouth like a familiar area. In doing so, his mouth crushed against Jussi’s even harder and they fought against each other’s own need for each other.
He never realised he had reached the edge of a bed, it just happened. And as he fell back, he found how powerless he was now. Markkanen had outsmarted him and the blonde had already pushed him on his back.
‘Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.’ A small impish grin appeared on his face, Dwayne had seen that smile before. Always before he started.
He felt his warm lips on his shaft, his fingers caress it gently. He stifled a moan of pleasure. God, he was defenceless when it came to whatever he did. It was amazing that they fucked more than a bunny collecting names and his palms still felt sweaty and nervous as he had first did.
Jussi’s tongue rested against it now. Oh God. He felt the tongue trace it slowly up and down. Roloson gave certain moans, some soft gasps of air and a muttered ‘yes’. Each time he did so, Markkanen would stop and start. Sometimes he went faster, sometimes slower.
‘Don’t be a fucking tease.’ He growled at Jussi while he only heard a further chuckle. His body was fighting to release; the demons were turning within him. And the passion he felt for the blonde was immeasurable. The reason why he sighed so well with satisfaction and his back would arch with each thrust was because of some sort of love. It was a sick twisted love, the reason why it was lust that took priority and not their feelings. And he couldn’t help but love Jussi for that.
His pulse quickened tightly and he could feel his hands twist at the sheets slightly.
‘Look I can’t. Juice.’ He could feel his leg almost cramp from the intensity. And Markkanen was unrelenting. He merely moved from the encouragement and drank in every last drop as Roloson gave a throaty scream. Sweat had plastered Dwayne’s hair to his forehead. As he laid on the bed, Jussi climbed onto him. He straddled the goalie, another idea filling that devious mind. His mouth dipped down, making small bites on his neck.
Roloson then took the moment to pull Jussi down. The confused blonde gave a small gasp and he found it replaced with Roli’s own mouth.
‘I’m not letting you give all the fun.’ He growled as he took total control.
It wasn’t long before Roloson entered himself into Markkanen. Jussi gave a moan of pleasure, and they soon became enthralled by their own sweat filled desires. There was no slowing down, not when they knew they only had one night to do everything. And it seemed like they were only on #2 of their list. Roloson gripped at Jussi’s sweaty skin, he could only pump harder through each thrust and mutter words of agreement in return.
In what felt like felt as short as twenty seconds but held the passion of twenty hours, Roloson gave his final thrust and collapsed onto Jussi. He could feel it release into him, it would be a long shower in the morning. But already the thought of a shower could be enough to start him again. Unfortunately they needed a moment to recover, as Jussi turned slowly to face Roloson. And his hand moved up to pat the brunette’s hair aside. His eyes were filled with relief and further passion. His lips were already inching closer as they gave each other short tender kisses.
All night they made love many times, probably too many to count. They were tired as hell in the morning and they managed to even make some time for another go.
They almost missed the bus.
It always happened in one night, and they would probably never have anything more. But every week, there would be one night where they would stay in a hotel room or hide in a corner. They would kiss each other till their lips were bruised or fuck each other like teenagers. And it would feel so good, wonderful and right.
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Date: 2007-02-24 11:30 pm (UTC)...Stupid Blue Jackets. Getting shutout during my FIRST GAME EVER ATTENDED. ...Butbutbut Jussi! And Roli! ...And Smytty! And Ales! And Lupes, and Sykora, and Smid... ...There definitely should be more Oilers-slash period. Nice to see others write it! ♥Loved it! ♥ Will there be more from you? *hopes*
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Date: 2007-02-27 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-25 03:18 pm (UTC)I totally love this for the goalie love. Yummmmm, goalie love...XDDDDDDD
And Imma gonna second
*totally
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Date: 2007-02-27 10:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-27 03:46 pm (UTC)Ooh, and the part at the door... with the twisting tie ... and the kissing ... *sigh* I am reduced to mush.
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Date: 2007-02-27 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-13 02:58 pm (UTC)