ON A FRIDAY
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2minsforslashingTitle: On a Friday
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Andrew Alberts/Andrew Ference (Ference's POV)
Word Count: 1,780
Rating: NC17.
Author's Note: So, yeah, apparently, my pr0n muse is running overdrive. As usual, the dedication is to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neekbreek.
Did he want you? Did you want to?
Did you question what it meant to you
With a beat betweeen your breaths?
So let's cut clean to the sex scene.
Drop the white lines cuz no one is clean
And this beat won't wait for you.
“I don't even understand why we volunteered to do this in the first place...” whined Albe as he leaned down to pick up the large pile of leaves that he had accumulated, and still not taken care of. “I mean, there are like, twenty other people in this apartment building. Twenty people who aren't working on an eighty-two game hockey schedule. Why us...” he griped as he glanced my way quickly.
I saw, though, that he was secretly having fun, playing in the crumbling leaves, and I pictured him doing so as a kid in those pictures I'd seen. The smile just wouldn't come off my face. I watched him toss the large bag of leaves into the container we were supposed to put them in, and saw him glance at me. “Well, I figure it's a more productive way to spend a day off than sitting around all day and playing Guitar Hero...” I suggested, putting some of the leaves from my pile into the bag in front of me. I saw the smirk in Albe's face, signifying that he really wasn't as mad as he claimed to be. And I took a couple steps toward him. “I just wanted to tell you...this whole...'working man' look? Works for you...” I whispered into his ear as he leaned down.
“You too, Fare...” he turned his head and looked at me, the smirk on his face growing as he stood back up straight. I turned to start walking away, but before I could even get two steps away, I felt my arm being tugged back and I was face-to-face with him again. Or, more like face to shoulder, but that was fine, as I glanced up to see something of a hungry look in his eyes. We were in a very secluded area, behind our apartment complex, and I had to admit...it...might be fun to try something different. Especially if Albe's face was any indication of how things were going to go. I rocked up onto the tips of my toes and caught his lips with mine, pulling his lower lip in between my teeth and nibbling on it a little.
I felt Albe's crushing presence as he put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me back for the two feet that separated us from the wall of the apartment building. And my cock immediately took interest, as I stared up into his eyes. God, he was fucking beautiful. And the situation we were in right then was going to be quite possibly the most fun I had ever had before. I'd never been put in a situation where I had to be quiet, in fear of being caught. Typically, all my sexual encounters with teammates had at least made it back to one of our apartments. Well, Albe and I were by our apartment, at least. I wandered my hands to the hem of his shirt and pressed a kiss to his lips as I reached underneath it, feeling him reach beneath mine as well, and shuddering a bit at the cool of the breeze as it contrasted with the warmth of his touch.
I felt the light pressure of his fingers running up my spine and it was almost as though I could feel every single individual goose bump rising on my skin, as I felt myself shake a bit. But, no. It was way too soon for me to succumb to the already overpowering pleasure coursing through my body. He'd experienced a lot of new things sexually, since that first night in the shower, and holy hell, was he a fast learner. We'd had sex, made love, whatever you choose to call it, once a night from that night on, and no longer saw the point in having two bedrooms in our apartment, as we wound up in one another's room every night anyway. But that's not the point I was trying to get to. He was a fast learner. He knew just what to do to drive me over the edge faster than any man I'd ever been with. And as if I needed any more reason to think that he was perfect, that was just one more to tack on to the hundred million that already existed.
Right then, though, he was staring at me with this sort of wanton hunger shooting from his eyes to mine in a laser beam. He ran his hand along my chest, down my stomach and along my abdomen, sending little electric pulses racing from every inch of me that he touched, straight down to my cock, as if it needed the extra energy flowing to it, as it had already expanded far beyond any erection I ever recalled having before. Add that to the ways that Albe was superior to any other man on the planet. I felt his hands reach down into my jeans, and it was all I could do not to moan aloud. He caught my lips with his and gently gripped my cock, reminding me without words that we were outside, and I needed to keep my cries to a minimum. But, hell it was hard (literally). I followed his lead (which was strange, since I was supposed to be the one more experienced in matters such as this) and gently put my hands into his jeans, then beneath his boxers and took a light hold on his cock as well. He moaned into my lips, and I felt my chest shudder a little.
His hands weren't soft, but they weren't rough. And the way they touched me, they may as well have been matches. Or ice. Was it healthy to get chills and be extremely hot at the same time? It couldn't have been, but that was what Andrew Alberts did to me. Before any other thought could cross my mind, he'd pulled his hands out of my jeans and looked at me, taking my arms at the wrists and pulling my own hands out of his jeans too. I flashed him a confused glance, but before I could ask any questions, I felt his lips near my ear and he smirked. “I want to fuck you, Fare. Right here. Up against this wall...” he whispered in my ear.
I think, at that point, I'd lost my ability to breathe for a second. Most people didn't realize how pleasurable it could be to be fucked by another man. It was generally considered to be a painful experience. But when it was someone you trusted, someone you knew not to hurt you, it was one of the fucking sexiest things to ever happen, and I'd be damned if I was going to begrudge myself that chance. I nodded, and smirked at him. “Please...” I spoke throatily. It may have been strange to beg for it, but I liked being taken; being owned. And since I'd met Albe so many months ago, he'd essentially owned me. This was just a formality, really. I obliged him as he went to turn me around so that I was facing the wall, and I was about to undo my own jeans for him, but I felt one of his hands snake around my waist and start to do it for me, and the other was undoing his own. Now that was sexy.
Now, I'd been intent on bringing myself off. But as soon as my pants were undone, and I felt his own drop behind me—right after feeling the slight breeze on my now-exposed backside, I felt his right hand grasp my cock, and glanced at him over my shoulder. And was reminded once again how selfless of a lover Andrew Alberts really was. He leaned down to my ear as I felt him pressing against my entrance gently. “Are you ready?” he asked me, beginning to stroke me off a little. I nodded, clamping down on my lower lip and seizing up a little bit as I felt him enter. He stopped. “Do you want me to—”
“No...” I whispered, glancing at him over my shoulder once again. “Don't stop...as soon as I get used to it, it'll be...just as nice for me as it is for you...” I promised him, pushing back, sliding him into me a little farther. And, yeah, I was right. After about fifteen seconds of pain, since it had been so long since I'd done this—at least like this—I started to feel a mind melting pleasure. The combination of him sliding, now smoothly, in and out of me, his bated breath in my ear and his hand grasping my cock and moving along with his own motions...it was almost more than I could take. I reached around behind him, grabbing hold of his ass and pulling him to me harder, whispering a plea for him not to be easy on me. Yeah, I liked it rough.
He half-grunted in reply, and I would have laughed at the sound of it, had he not jerked forward into me and brushed against my prostate, sending my mind swirling into a whirlpool of bliss. I moaned, and had I been able to think, I would have realized that it was slightly louder than it should have been, but before I could even pull a thought from my brain, he hit it again. And again...and—“Oh God...” I cried out as I grabbed hold of something—anything to keep me from falling to the ground. I leaned forward against the wall, still trying to do my part to bring Albe off...and when I heard his bated breaths turn into deep, throaty grunts of warning that he was about to let go, I braced myself for what was about to come. Quite literally. With a soft cry of my name, he released, and buried his face in my shoulder.
After staying there, like that, just enjoying one another's warmth for what felt like forever, I pulled forward, extracting him from me, and turned around to look at him, as I grabbed my jeans from around my knees, watching as he did the same. “So, still have any complaints about raking the leaves?”
“Other than the fact that we still have nothing done? No...not really...” he chuckled and pressed his lips to mine, staring into my eyes for a second. Every damn day, that man did more and more to make me realize that with him was where I was meant to be. I almost saw myself falling in love with him. Almost. If I was willing to go there again...
Cuz this beat won't wait for you.
Safe to say that I can't recall,
So let's just admit nothing matters at all.
Oh my love where's the danger?
All my life I'm dancing with strangers.
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Andrew Alberts/Andrew Ference (Ference's POV)
Word Count: 1,780
Rating: NC17.
Author's Note: So, yeah, apparently, my pr0n muse is running overdrive. As usual, the dedication is to
neekbreek.Did you question what it meant to you
With a beat betweeen your breaths?
So let's cut clean to the sex scene.
Drop the white lines cuz no one is clean
And this beat won't wait for you.
“I don't even understand why we volunteered to do this in the first place...” whined Albe as he leaned down to pick up the large pile of leaves that he had accumulated, and still not taken care of. “I mean, there are like, twenty other people in this apartment building. Twenty people who aren't working on an eighty-two game hockey schedule. Why us...” he griped as he glanced my way quickly.
I saw, though, that he was secretly having fun, playing in the crumbling leaves, and I pictured him doing so as a kid in those pictures I'd seen. The smile just wouldn't come off my face. I watched him toss the large bag of leaves into the container we were supposed to put them in, and saw him glance at me. “Well, I figure it's a more productive way to spend a day off than sitting around all day and playing Guitar Hero...” I suggested, putting some of the leaves from my pile into the bag in front of me. I saw the smirk in Albe's face, signifying that he really wasn't as mad as he claimed to be. And I took a couple steps toward him. “I just wanted to tell you...this whole...'working man' look? Works for you...” I whispered into his ear as he leaned down.
“You too, Fare...” he turned his head and looked at me, the smirk on his face growing as he stood back up straight. I turned to start walking away, but before I could even get two steps away, I felt my arm being tugged back and I was face-to-face with him again. Or, more like face to shoulder, but that was fine, as I glanced up to see something of a hungry look in his eyes. We were in a very secluded area, behind our apartment complex, and I had to admit...it...might be fun to try something different. Especially if Albe's face was any indication of how things were going to go. I rocked up onto the tips of my toes and caught his lips with mine, pulling his lower lip in between my teeth and nibbling on it a little.
I felt Albe's crushing presence as he put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me back for the two feet that separated us from the wall of the apartment building. And my cock immediately took interest, as I stared up into his eyes. God, he was fucking beautiful. And the situation we were in right then was going to be quite possibly the most fun I had ever had before. I'd never been put in a situation where I had to be quiet, in fear of being caught. Typically, all my sexual encounters with teammates had at least made it back to one of our apartments. Well, Albe and I were by our apartment, at least. I wandered my hands to the hem of his shirt and pressed a kiss to his lips as I reached underneath it, feeling him reach beneath mine as well, and shuddering a bit at the cool of the breeze as it contrasted with the warmth of his touch.
I felt the light pressure of his fingers running up my spine and it was almost as though I could feel every single individual goose bump rising on my skin, as I felt myself shake a bit. But, no. It was way too soon for me to succumb to the already overpowering pleasure coursing through my body. He'd experienced a lot of new things sexually, since that first night in the shower, and holy hell, was he a fast learner. We'd had sex, made love, whatever you choose to call it, once a night from that night on, and no longer saw the point in having two bedrooms in our apartment, as we wound up in one another's room every night anyway. But that's not the point I was trying to get to. He was a fast learner. He knew just what to do to drive me over the edge faster than any man I'd ever been with. And as if I needed any more reason to think that he was perfect, that was just one more to tack on to the hundred million that already existed.
Right then, though, he was staring at me with this sort of wanton hunger shooting from his eyes to mine in a laser beam. He ran his hand along my chest, down my stomach and along my abdomen, sending little electric pulses racing from every inch of me that he touched, straight down to my cock, as if it needed the extra energy flowing to it, as it had already expanded far beyond any erection I ever recalled having before. Add that to the ways that Albe was superior to any other man on the planet. I felt his hands reach down into my jeans, and it was all I could do not to moan aloud. He caught my lips with his and gently gripped my cock, reminding me without words that we were outside, and I needed to keep my cries to a minimum. But, hell it was hard (literally). I followed his lead (which was strange, since I was supposed to be the one more experienced in matters such as this) and gently put my hands into his jeans, then beneath his boxers and took a light hold on his cock as well. He moaned into my lips, and I felt my chest shudder a little.
His hands weren't soft, but they weren't rough. And the way they touched me, they may as well have been matches. Or ice. Was it healthy to get chills and be extremely hot at the same time? It couldn't have been, but that was what Andrew Alberts did to me. Before any other thought could cross my mind, he'd pulled his hands out of my jeans and looked at me, taking my arms at the wrists and pulling my own hands out of his jeans too. I flashed him a confused glance, but before I could ask any questions, I felt his lips near my ear and he smirked. “I want to fuck you, Fare. Right here. Up against this wall...” he whispered in my ear.
I think, at that point, I'd lost my ability to breathe for a second. Most people didn't realize how pleasurable it could be to be fucked by another man. It was generally considered to be a painful experience. But when it was someone you trusted, someone you knew not to hurt you, it was one of the fucking sexiest things to ever happen, and I'd be damned if I was going to begrudge myself that chance. I nodded, and smirked at him. “Please...” I spoke throatily. It may have been strange to beg for it, but I liked being taken; being owned. And since I'd met Albe so many months ago, he'd essentially owned me. This was just a formality, really. I obliged him as he went to turn me around so that I was facing the wall, and I was about to undo my own jeans for him, but I felt one of his hands snake around my waist and start to do it for me, and the other was undoing his own. Now that was sexy.
Now, I'd been intent on bringing myself off. But as soon as my pants were undone, and I felt his own drop behind me—right after feeling the slight breeze on my now-exposed backside, I felt his right hand grasp my cock, and glanced at him over my shoulder. And was reminded once again how selfless of a lover Andrew Alberts really was. He leaned down to my ear as I felt him pressing against my entrance gently. “Are you ready?” he asked me, beginning to stroke me off a little. I nodded, clamping down on my lower lip and seizing up a little bit as I felt him enter. He stopped. “Do you want me to—”
“No...” I whispered, glancing at him over my shoulder once again. “Don't stop...as soon as I get used to it, it'll be...just as nice for me as it is for you...” I promised him, pushing back, sliding him into me a little farther. And, yeah, I was right. After about fifteen seconds of pain, since it had been so long since I'd done this—at least like this—I started to feel a mind melting pleasure. The combination of him sliding, now smoothly, in and out of me, his bated breath in my ear and his hand grasping my cock and moving along with his own motions...it was almost more than I could take. I reached around behind him, grabbing hold of his ass and pulling him to me harder, whispering a plea for him not to be easy on me. Yeah, I liked it rough.
He half-grunted in reply, and I would have laughed at the sound of it, had he not jerked forward into me and brushed against my prostate, sending my mind swirling into a whirlpool of bliss. I moaned, and had I been able to think, I would have realized that it was slightly louder than it should have been, but before I could even pull a thought from my brain, he hit it again. And again...and—“Oh God...” I cried out as I grabbed hold of something—anything to keep me from falling to the ground. I leaned forward against the wall, still trying to do my part to bring Albe off...and when I heard his bated breaths turn into deep, throaty grunts of warning that he was about to let go, I braced myself for what was about to come. Quite literally. With a soft cry of my name, he released, and buried his face in my shoulder.
After staying there, like that, just enjoying one another's warmth for what felt like forever, I pulled forward, extracting him from me, and turned around to look at him, as I grabbed my jeans from around my knees, watching as he did the same. “So, still have any complaints about raking the leaves?”
“Other than the fact that we still have nothing done? No...not really...” he chuckled and pressed his lips to mine, staring into my eyes for a second. Every damn day, that man did more and more to make me realize that with him was where I was meant to be. I almost saw myself falling in love with him. Almost. If I was willing to go there again...
Safe to say that I can't recall,
So let's just admit nothing matters at all.
Oh my love where's the danger?
All my life I'm dancing with strangers.
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Date: 2007-10-28 11:46 pm (UTC)Oh. My heart. Really, it feels like it's gonna burst. ;)
"Sure, he makes 10 times as much as I do...but for every $1 I bring in to this organization, he brings $20. So it evens out."
As if I needed anymore reasons to love him. ;) Now I feel like my heart is gonna combust.
I already adore him, and he's already doing amazingly for us, so I can't wait to see him, if we make the playoffs. And even if we don't? The man gives me hope for my team.
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Date: 2007-10-28 11:54 pm (UTC)And I have full faith that someday, with some team, he's going to win one. He should've had it in 2004, and he got screwed out of it. Someday though. Someday.
...If you ever want to REALLY have your heart explode, I'll friend you, and you can go through all the Andy articles I've saved up over the years. Because I just scanned a few of the ones from that Cup run in 2004, and I was squeeing myself silly, and I've read them all before. They're some great reads, some awesome insight into who he is.
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Date: 2007-10-29 12:26 am (UTC)I'm a Tampa fan, too, so...I'm kinda not gonna open that can of worms. ;)
But, I was actually going to ask you if I could add you anyway. It's always nice to have some more Andy fans around. ;)
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Date: 2007-10-29 12:45 am (UTC)But yes, I added back, so now you have access to all my insane Andy rambling over the last five years.
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Date: 2007-10-29 12:48 am (UTC)All right! I look forward to that!