Danny's Homecoming
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2minsforslashingTitle: Homecoming
Rating: NC-17, for porn and language
Pairing: The ever-lovely Danny Briere and Ryan Miller...with hinted Danny/Marty Biron
Disclaimer: Yea. Not real. Oh how w
A/N: So, I wasn't going to post this on account that it made me cry...and the porn is mediocre. But on the insistence of![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
slasher48 it is now here. Enjoy, dear. Merry Christmas!
Rating: NC-17, for porn and language
Pairing: The ever-lovely Danny Briere and Ryan Miller...with hinted Danny/Marty Biron
Disclaimer: Yea. Not real. Oh how w
A/N: So, I wasn't going to post this on account that it made me cry...and the porn is mediocre. But on the insistence of
slasher48 it is now here. Enjoy, dear. Merry Christmas!Well, that sucked.
I sat in the locker room. The locker room I was never supposed to sit in. Not involuntarily, at least. And not without Marty by my side. I looked to my right and saw Marty just down the bench.
At least something's normal.
The score didn't matter. Hell, I can't even remember what it was. Did we win? Lose? Does it matter?
This isn't right.
I jumped to my feet. Marty shot me a concerned look. I smiled at my former lover. We were friends and he still cared deeply for me. But my heart belonged to someone else.
I need to fix this.
I nearly ran out of the locker room. The nearly empty halls of HSBC were disorienting. I knew where I was. I knew where I was going. But something seemed oddly out of place.
"Danny!" Marty's voice drifted out of the room.
Marty knew the corridors as well as I did and undoubtedly knew where I was going. Still, I fought to escape the pleading of his voice and sprinted down the hallway.
Panting, I slid to a stop outside of the home locker room. I ruffled my hair in a nervous tic and stepped cautiously, nearly silently, into the room I'd called home.
He'll still be here. He's gotta still be here.
No voices, muffled or otherwise, caught my attention. I poked my head around the corner.
"What're you doing in here?" Ryan saw me before I saw him sitting at his locker. My head registered the name in the locker next to him.
Max. Max took my locker.
"I...I..." I stumbled over every word. "I wanted to see you."
Ryan was standing in front of me in a flash. "You want to see me! Now?!? What about this summer, Danny!? Where were you then, when you up and left me?!"
My voice quivered as it rose. "I didn't leave you!"
"Then what did you leave?!? Huh, Danny?!? What?!?!" Ryan was shaking.
"I left...!" I stopped and my voice and heart instantly dropped. "I left the best place, the best team, and the best person I've ever known."
Ryan stared at me in amazement. I could see the pain in his eyes.
Tears welled up in mine. "I...I'm so sorry, Ry. I want to find a way. I still love you, Ryan. I will always love you."
Ryan collapsed against me, tears staining my shoulder. "I love you too, Danny. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell."
Footsteps echoed faintly in the hall.
"Marty." I had muttered under my breath in hopes that Ryan wouldn't hear but his eyes flashed with anger. "I'll get rid of him."
I stepped out into the hall to meet Marty, hugging my shoulders to hide Ryan's tear marks on my shirt, tears still fresh on my cheeks.
"Marty, please go away. I just wanna be alone."
"You sure?" Marty looked at me with genuine concern. "Anyone still hanging around?"
I shook my head, hoping the tears would be enough to convince him. "I miss it."
"I know you do." Marty patted my shoulder and turned to leave. "Hurry back, Danny. Or they'll worry about you." By 'they' Marty really meant 'I'.
I turned back to a now sobbing Ryan. I pulled him into my arms.
"I want you to come home, Danny." Ryan panted between sobs.
"I know. I want to come home too. I'll be back every chance I get."
Ryan simply nodded, knowing it wasn't an empty promise.
"In turn, will you try to come see me in Philly every chance you get?"
Ryan sniffled and looked into my eyes. "Every chance."
"Plus, Ryan, I'm home right now aren't I?"
Ryan smiled the tiniest grin and wrapped his arms tighter around me. "Right where you belong."
~~~
I lay in that familiar bed. We'd chosen Ryan's place because it was closer to my hotel.
I'm not staying in that place.
We'd gotten inside and instantly laid ourselves in bed, cuddling and cooing to each other. This was the side of Ryan I fell in love with. He was smooth and sensitive.
The tearful reunion talk had ended long ago and we were talking and laughing, perfectly content in the world.
"So, Danny...how often have you thought about me this season?"
"Every minute of every day." It wasn't an exaggeration. Ryan filled my mind all the time and flooded my dreams. "How did Max get my locker?"
"No one wanted it. We drew straws. He lost. How much have you and Marty been together?" This was said with a touch of malice.
"Not at all."
"No way, he's so obviously in love with you...still." Ryan spat the word.
My face turned grave. "Honestly, Ryan. My heart belongs to you and you alone. I don't want to be with anyone else. Ever."
"So you want to be with me? Like, right now?" A huge grin crossed Ryan's face.
I just smiled right back.
~~~
I could nearly taste the passion in the air. Ryan's mouth was crushed to mine. His bare cock brushed mine as he straddled me, keeping enough distance to tease. I grabbed Ryan's ass, forcing him down on top of me. Our cocks rubbed together. We each moaned as the friction grew. I took Ryan's tongue into my mouth. I had forgotten how nice he tasted. I suddenly wanted to remember everything about him, to reexperience everything. I pushed Ryan off of me, darting between his legs. I wrapped my lips tightly around him and Ryan sighed above me. His skin, taut and smooth, brought a rush of memories back to me. I vividly recalled everywhere we had been and every way we were. I pressed my tongue to the spot I knew would drive Ryan insane. I sucked hard on him, feeling him swell in my mouth. My tongue danced in and out of the slit at the head of his cock, easing his orgasm out of him. His cum was tart, the perfect flavour on my tongue.
"You haven't forgotten how to make me crazy." Ryan panted.
Ryan flipped me over and slid his rough hand up my thigh, parting me wide. The heat of his mouth surrounded me. His tongue dug hard into the line along the underneath side of my cock. I twisted and turned in spite of myself as Ryan took all of me into his mouth. His hands worked my balls until I throbbed with impatience. I came quickly and Ryan swallowed it all.
"I'd almost forgotten how damn good you taste. Jesus, Danny. You are too sexy. I want to feel you all over me. I want to feel you surround me. I don't want to forget what that feels like."
Ryan's hands met my ass as he slid a finger inside me. I moaned raspily. The penetration wasn't unwelcome in the least nor foreign from Ryan's or my fingers. But it had been so long I wasn't ready for the sheer ecstasy. I looked into Ryan's eyes, facing him, and nodded for him to add another. Ryan slid a second finger into me, slowly stretching me. His fingers brushed my prostate, just a hint of what was soon to follow. The fingers were withdrawn and immediately replaced with Ryan's cock pressing insistently against me. I relaxed, inviting him in. Unlubricated, the friction nearly hurt but I was lower onto Ryan with every passing second. I forgot how big he was. When he was fully sheathed inside me, I began the ritualistic ride. Ryan, never taking his eyes off mine, adjusted to hit my prostate with each thrust. I bucked wildly against him as the speed increased. I wanted this more than anything else and I never wanted it to stop. Ryan's cum filled me, heating me up. I came in his hand, seeing stars.
"Fuck, Danny. Fuck. I want you. I want you inside me. I need you inside me. I want to feel you."
I happily obliged. Ryan's heat surrounded my fingers. I prepared him, almost excessively, relishing the bliss on his face. How I'd missed that look. Finally, I thrust roughly into Ryan.
"God. I forgot how damn tight you are."
"You like it that way." Ryan's gritted teeth didn't hide his pleasure.
I took Ryan roughly. My hand wrapped deftly around his cock, timing the strokes to my thrusts. My thumb turned circles over the head of Ryan's cock. He was sticky with precum. My vision was hazy, my sight going black around the edges. Ryan's lips poured my name, mixing in the harsh letters of profanity. His voice drove me onwards towards the edge and ecstasy. I came with a flash of light in front of my eyes. My head was swimming and the room spun. Ryan's cum soaked the pillows and covered my hand. We lay there, still together, basking in the afterglow, arms wrapped around each other.
"I...forgot...how fucking great you are. How amazing you feel inside me."
I kissed Ryan's lips softly. "You'll never have to forget again."
I sat in the locker room. The locker room I was never supposed to sit in. Not involuntarily, at least. And not without Marty by my side. I looked to my right and saw Marty just down the bench.
At least something's normal.
The score didn't matter. Hell, I can't even remember what it was. Did we win? Lose? Does it matter?
This isn't right.
I jumped to my feet. Marty shot me a concerned look. I smiled at my former lover. We were friends and he still cared deeply for me. But my heart belonged to someone else.
I need to fix this.
I nearly ran out of the locker room. The nearly empty halls of HSBC were disorienting. I knew where I was. I knew where I was going. But something seemed oddly out of place.
"Danny!" Marty's voice drifted out of the room.
Marty knew the corridors as well as I did and undoubtedly knew where I was going. Still, I fought to escape the pleading of his voice and sprinted down the hallway.
Panting, I slid to a stop outside of the home locker room. I ruffled my hair in a nervous tic and stepped cautiously, nearly silently, into the room I'd called home.
He'll still be here. He's gotta still be here.
No voices, muffled or otherwise, caught my attention. I poked my head around the corner.
"What're you doing in here?" Ryan saw me before I saw him sitting at his locker. My head registered the name in the locker next to him.
Max. Max took my locker.
"I...I..." I stumbled over every word. "I wanted to see you."
Ryan was standing in front of me in a flash. "You want to see me! Now?!? What about this summer, Danny!? Where were you then, when you up and left me?!"
My voice quivered as it rose. "I didn't leave you!"
"Then what did you leave?!? Huh, Danny?!? What?!?!" Ryan was shaking.
"I left...!" I stopped and my voice and heart instantly dropped. "I left the best place, the best team, and the best person I've ever known."
Ryan stared at me in amazement. I could see the pain in his eyes.
Tears welled up in mine. "I...I'm so sorry, Ry. I want to find a way. I still love you, Ryan. I will always love you."
Ryan collapsed against me, tears staining my shoulder. "I love you too, Danny. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell."
Footsteps echoed faintly in the hall.
"Marty." I had muttered under my breath in hopes that Ryan wouldn't hear but his eyes flashed with anger. "I'll get rid of him."
I stepped out into the hall to meet Marty, hugging my shoulders to hide Ryan's tear marks on my shirt, tears still fresh on my cheeks.
"Marty, please go away. I just wanna be alone."
"You sure?" Marty looked at me with genuine concern. "Anyone still hanging around?"
I shook my head, hoping the tears would be enough to convince him. "I miss it."
"I know you do." Marty patted my shoulder and turned to leave. "Hurry back, Danny. Or they'll worry about you." By 'they' Marty really meant 'I'.
I turned back to a now sobbing Ryan. I pulled him into my arms.
"I want you to come home, Danny." Ryan panted between sobs.
"I know. I want to come home too. I'll be back every chance I get."
Ryan simply nodded, knowing it wasn't an empty promise.
"In turn, will you try to come see me in Philly every chance you get?"
Ryan sniffled and looked into my eyes. "Every chance."
"Plus, Ryan, I'm home right now aren't I?"
Ryan smiled the tiniest grin and wrapped his arms tighter around me. "Right where you belong."
~~~
I lay in that familiar bed. We'd chosen Ryan's place because it was closer to my hotel.
I'm not staying in that place.
We'd gotten inside and instantly laid ourselves in bed, cuddling and cooing to each other. This was the side of Ryan I fell in love with. He was smooth and sensitive.
The tearful reunion talk had ended long ago and we were talking and laughing, perfectly content in the world.
"So, Danny...how often have you thought about me this season?"
"Every minute of every day." It wasn't an exaggeration. Ryan filled my mind all the time and flooded my dreams. "How did Max get my locker?"
"No one wanted it. We drew straws. He lost. How much have you and Marty been together?" This was said with a touch of malice.
"Not at all."
"No way, he's so obviously in love with you...still." Ryan spat the word.
My face turned grave. "Honestly, Ryan. My heart belongs to you and you alone. I don't want to be with anyone else. Ever."
"So you want to be with me? Like, right now?" A huge grin crossed Ryan's face.
I just smiled right back.
~~~
I could nearly taste the passion in the air. Ryan's mouth was crushed to mine. His bare cock brushed mine as he straddled me, keeping enough distance to tease. I grabbed Ryan's ass, forcing him down on top of me. Our cocks rubbed together. We each moaned as the friction grew. I took Ryan's tongue into my mouth. I had forgotten how nice he tasted. I suddenly wanted to remember everything about him, to reexperience everything. I pushed Ryan off of me, darting between his legs. I wrapped my lips tightly around him and Ryan sighed above me. His skin, taut and smooth, brought a rush of memories back to me. I vividly recalled everywhere we had been and every way we were. I pressed my tongue to the spot I knew would drive Ryan insane. I sucked hard on him, feeling him swell in my mouth. My tongue danced in and out of the slit at the head of his cock, easing his orgasm out of him. His cum was tart, the perfect flavour on my tongue.
"You haven't forgotten how to make me crazy." Ryan panted.
Ryan flipped me over and slid his rough hand up my thigh, parting me wide. The heat of his mouth surrounded me. His tongue dug hard into the line along the underneath side of my cock. I twisted and turned in spite of myself as Ryan took all of me into his mouth. His hands worked my balls until I throbbed with impatience. I came quickly and Ryan swallowed it all.
"I'd almost forgotten how damn good you taste. Jesus, Danny. You are too sexy. I want to feel you all over me. I want to feel you surround me. I don't want to forget what that feels like."
Ryan's hands met my ass as he slid a finger inside me. I moaned raspily. The penetration wasn't unwelcome in the least nor foreign from Ryan's or my fingers. But it had been so long I wasn't ready for the sheer ecstasy. I looked into Ryan's eyes, facing him, and nodded for him to add another. Ryan slid a second finger into me, slowly stretching me. His fingers brushed my prostate, just a hint of what was soon to follow. The fingers were withdrawn and immediately replaced with Ryan's cock pressing insistently against me. I relaxed, inviting him in. Unlubricated, the friction nearly hurt but I was lower onto Ryan with every passing second. I forgot how big he was. When he was fully sheathed inside me, I began the ritualistic ride. Ryan, never taking his eyes off mine, adjusted to hit my prostate with each thrust. I bucked wildly against him as the speed increased. I wanted this more than anything else and I never wanted it to stop. Ryan's cum filled me, heating me up. I came in his hand, seeing stars.
"Fuck, Danny. Fuck. I want you. I want you inside me. I need you inside me. I want to feel you."
I happily obliged. Ryan's heat surrounded my fingers. I prepared him, almost excessively, relishing the bliss on his face. How I'd missed that look. Finally, I thrust roughly into Ryan.
"God. I forgot how damn tight you are."
"You like it that way." Ryan's gritted teeth didn't hide his pleasure.
I took Ryan roughly. My hand wrapped deftly around his cock, timing the strokes to my thrusts. My thumb turned circles over the head of Ryan's cock. He was sticky with precum. My vision was hazy, my sight going black around the edges. Ryan's lips poured my name, mixing in the harsh letters of profanity. His voice drove me onwards towards the edge and ecstasy. I came with a flash of light in front of my eyes. My head was swimming and the room spun. Ryan's cum soaked the pillows and covered my hand. We lay there, still together, basking in the afterglow, arms wrapped around each other.
"I...forgot...how fucking great you are. How amazing you feel inside me."
I kissed Ryan's lips softly. "You'll never have to forget again."
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Date: 2007-12-26 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-26 10:39 am (UTC)You lie. The porn was far from mediocre. :D
I'm so glad you posted this! I was so anxious to read it!
It fucking rocked. No offense to the other writers of these two, but you're the only one thus far I'd consider "in my league", y'know? I'm not an EXPERT expert, but I am a little bit of one, having written so many, and you're just as good as I am with them.
I hope you write some more of these two. Or maybe we could pair up and collaborate on something. It's nice to have another Ryan/Danny writer around :)
♥ Much love, darling.
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Date: 2007-12-29 04:19 am (UTC)A collaboration would be fun...I've never tried before. Hehe.
Oh, dear...my forgetfulness of spell checking is seeping through. Many pardons on my typo.
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Date: 2007-12-29 06:13 am (UTC)Not at all, sweetie. Just truth. Just simple truth. :)
We should! We so should! :)
hotdarlinluv@hotmail.com/babyangelei for MSN/AIM.
You're pardoned. x 1000. ;)
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Date: 2008-01-04 05:17 am (UTC)marie@avalanchefanfic.com/epeeyore for AIM
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Date: 2008-01-04 05:37 am (UTC)*grabs* *adds* :)
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Date: 2007-12-26 05:52 pm (UTC)