First story
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2minsforslashingTitle: Winners and Losers
Characters: Brodeur/Sykora
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brodeur finds Sykora at a bar alone after Canada beats the Czech Republic in the World Cup semi-finals.
Sykora's POV
(This is my first attempt at slash and feedback would be appreciated.)
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
We lost.
We made a come back when no one thought we would and it didn’t make any difference.
I couldn’t stand to go out with the rest of the team. Too depressing. I couldn’t stand to stay in my room by myself either. I decided to go out for one beer and one beer only to drown my sorrows. Well, six beers later here I am. And guess who just walked in the door. A few of Canada’s finest. They are celebrating. Of course they’re celebrating they’re going to the World Cup Finals. They should be resting but, no, here they are. I’ll just stay here in the corner. I’m trying to be incognito. Not too easy when these silly girls keep coming up to me, pretending they don’t know who I am. Asking why I look so sad and telling me they can cheer me up. The just don’t know. They don’t have what it takes to cheer me up. The waitress has just brought me another beer. I didn’t order it. She says it’s from that guy at the bar.
Oh.
Great.
A pity drink from the Canadian goalie. I don’t know really know what to do. I just smile and take a sip hoping he’ll stay at the bar. Of course, he comes over and sits across from me. I can see that he’s trying to be nice but he’s drunk and having a hard time not smiling. I understand. It’s hard to keep a grin off your face when you feel like you’ve just conquered the world. I feel like I’m just being reminded of our failure and now I’m about to cry. Not very manly, I know, but I’ve got six and a half beers in me and I was already depressed when I got here. He sees me about to lose it and quickly moves next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. He’s done this before. But that was a long time ago. We were teammates then. Now…now, I’ve lost two of the most important games of my career with him in the opposing net. It’s humiliating to have him here next to me. I know what’s coming and I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t want to stop it. He puts his hand under my chin, like he used to and kisses me, like he used to. Suddenly, my head is spinning and I know it’s not from the beer.
He’s got his hand between my legs, stroking my crotch. He’s kissing me harder now. I know it’s so that I won’t be able to speak. So that I can’t say no. I couldn’t say no, anyway. But his stroking is pointless. I’ve had too much to drink. I place my hand on him where his is on my mine. His erection jumps at my touch and I quickly unzip his pants. I grasp him firmly in my fingers and he gasps in my mouth. I can feel him breathing harder as my hand goes to work. He releases me from the kiss and leans his head back against the vinyl of the booth. I lay my head on his shoulder, breathing against his neck. His arm is still around me and he’s running his fingers through my hair.
His hand moves up to the top of my head and he pushes down gently but firmly. I really hate it when he does that but this time I’m too drunk to care. Once my head is between his legs, I don’t do anything. He’s holding his breath in anticipation. I know he’ll start to squirm soon, so I take the head of him into my mouth, sliding my tongue around and around. He hisses and I take the length of him. The noisiness of the bar wafts into my ears. I think I hear the waitress approach but I don’t stop. All I hear is, “Hey boys can I get you…” I guess he sent her away. Or she ran away. I don’t care. All I care about is him in my mouth. The feel of him sliding in and out. He’s pumping his hips and I know he’s about to come. I work him slowly. He grabs a fistful of my hair when he erupts. He hardly gives me a chance to wipe my face before he pulls me up and kisses me hard. I think he may bruise my lips. He grabs my crotch again. I’m a little better off than before but it’s going to take some time before I’m fully operational. He’s got a wicked grin on his face. He pulls a wad of cash that’s way too much for our drinks and places it on the table. He zips his pants, grabs my hand and yanks me out of the booth. His teammates are already gone. Once we’re outside, he hails a cab. I follow like a puppy, just like I used to.
Characters: Brodeur/Sykora
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brodeur finds Sykora at a bar alone after Canada beats the Czech Republic in the World Cup semi-finals.
Sykora's POV
(This is my first attempt at slash and feedback would be appreciated.)
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
We lost.
We made a come back when no one thought we would and it didn’t make any difference.
I couldn’t stand to go out with the rest of the team. Too depressing. I couldn’t stand to stay in my room by myself either. I decided to go out for one beer and one beer only to drown my sorrows. Well, six beers later here I am. And guess who just walked in the door. A few of Canada’s finest. They are celebrating. Of course they’re celebrating they’re going to the World Cup Finals. They should be resting but, no, here they are. I’ll just stay here in the corner. I’m trying to be incognito. Not too easy when these silly girls keep coming up to me, pretending they don’t know who I am. Asking why I look so sad and telling me they can cheer me up. The just don’t know. They don’t have what it takes to cheer me up. The waitress has just brought me another beer. I didn’t order it. She says it’s from that guy at the bar.
Oh.
Great.
A pity drink from the Canadian goalie. I don’t know really know what to do. I just smile and take a sip hoping he’ll stay at the bar. Of course, he comes over and sits across from me. I can see that he’s trying to be nice but he’s drunk and having a hard time not smiling. I understand. It’s hard to keep a grin off your face when you feel like you’ve just conquered the world. I feel like I’m just being reminded of our failure and now I’m about to cry. Not very manly, I know, but I’ve got six and a half beers in me and I was already depressed when I got here. He sees me about to lose it and quickly moves next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. He’s done this before. But that was a long time ago. We were teammates then. Now…now, I’ve lost two of the most important games of my career with him in the opposing net. It’s humiliating to have him here next to me. I know what’s coming and I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t want to stop it. He puts his hand under my chin, like he used to and kisses me, like he used to. Suddenly, my head is spinning and I know it’s not from the beer.
He’s got his hand between my legs, stroking my crotch. He’s kissing me harder now. I know it’s so that I won’t be able to speak. So that I can’t say no. I couldn’t say no, anyway. But his stroking is pointless. I’ve had too much to drink. I place my hand on him where his is on my mine. His erection jumps at my touch and I quickly unzip his pants. I grasp him firmly in my fingers and he gasps in my mouth. I can feel him breathing harder as my hand goes to work. He releases me from the kiss and leans his head back against the vinyl of the booth. I lay my head on his shoulder, breathing against his neck. His arm is still around me and he’s running his fingers through my hair.
His hand moves up to the top of my head and he pushes down gently but firmly. I really hate it when he does that but this time I’m too drunk to care. Once my head is between his legs, I don’t do anything. He’s holding his breath in anticipation. I know he’ll start to squirm soon, so I take the head of him into my mouth, sliding my tongue around and around. He hisses and I take the length of him. The noisiness of the bar wafts into my ears. I think I hear the waitress approach but I don’t stop. All I hear is, “Hey boys can I get you…” I guess he sent her away. Or she ran away. I don’t care. All I care about is him in my mouth. The feel of him sliding in and out. He’s pumping his hips and I know he’s about to come. I work him slowly. He grabs a fistful of my hair when he erupts. He hardly gives me a chance to wipe my face before he pulls me up and kisses me hard. I think he may bruise my lips. He grabs my crotch again. I’m a little better off than before but it’s going to take some time before I’m fully operational. He’s got a wicked grin on his face. He pulls a wad of cash that’s way too much for our drinks and places it on the table. He zips his pants, grabs my hand and yanks me out of the booth. His teammates are already gone. Once we’re outside, he hails a cab. I follow like a puppy, just like I used to.
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Date: 2005-01-04 01:07 pm (UTC)This was really great! What a nice visual you've written. :) Love how one beer has become 6.
Hope to see more of your writing soon.
Thanks!
Date: 2005-01-04 09:26 pm (UTC)I may do a second part. Maybe from Marty's point of view.
And what you said about a random pairing made me think about putting random couples together. Like...Fedorov/Weekes.
Okay, just kidding.
Re: Thanks!
Date: 2005-01-04 10:42 pm (UTC)Being stuck in the past isn't a bad thing... honest!
But I vote for a second parter.
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