FIC: Don't Go

[bighornywolf.livejournal.com]

Title: Don't Go
Pairing: Ilya Kovalchuk/Marian Hossa (Atlanta Thrashers)
Rating: NC-17
Distribution: My site
Disclaimer: Not true. That's why its called fiction
A/N: Here is one of my takes on the trade deadline. Told from Ilya's POV.

 

I wake up from my afternoon nap. It's now 2pm, only one hour to go before the deadline. Nothing has happened yet, and maybe nothing will. Maybe Marian will still be here. I can't stand to lose him. It was bad enough losing Danny three years ago.

Marian is still sound asleep while I am sitting in the bed wondering what I will do with myself if I lose him. I pull the covers off the bed revealing his fully naked body. I grab his semi erect cock and begin to stroke it. His cock responds to my touch, growing to full attention within seconds. Marian wakes up and I go to work on his nipples, licking and sucking them.

“Fuck, that fells so good” he moans.

I take the head of his cock inside my mouth, sucking the precum that has accumulated at the slit. My hands roam over his hot, rugged body. “Fuck yeah. Suck me” he moans.

I move my head up and down on him, applying pressure with my lips and teasing his head with my tongue. His moaning is getting louder, a sure sign he is getting close. I slide a finger up his ass and suck him faster, driving him over the edge. “OH FUCK!” he shouts and shoots his cum into my mouth. I savor the sweet, salty taste and am careful not to lose a drop.

I place another finger up his ass. “Want you, Ilya” he says.

“Tell me what you want” I say. Of course, I know what he wants. I just love to hear him beg.

“I want you to fuck me.”

I spread his legs apart and slowly push my cock inside his ass. Fuck, it is so warm and tight inside. After doing this to him for three years, his ass has not loosened up one bit. God I don't know what I am going to do without him. “Fuck, Ilya your cock inside me feel so good. Keep going, man. Don't stop.”

I slowly begin fucking him. He grabs me at my head and pulls me closer to him. “Harder” he whispers in my ear. I pick up the pace, but only gradually. This could be the last time I am with him for awhile. Before I know it, I find myself fucking as fast as I know how. I nibble on his neck and grab his once again rock-hard cock and stroke it. We are both lost in pleasure, whispering dirty things into each others ear.

“Fuck, I'm getting close” Marian moans, and cum erupts from his cock, spraying his chest and mine. His ass tightens up around my cock. I cannot hold back any longer and I fill his ass with my cum, getting dizzy from the intense orgasm.

We had just recovered when the phone rang. I get a sinking feeling. This is probably it. Desperate to keep Marian from answering it, I wrap my arms around him and kiss him. He quickly gets loose and pushes me away. “Stop, Ilya” he says and picks up the phone. “Hello?”

He is silent for about a minute, listening to whoever is on the other end. “Okay, bye” he says and hangs up the phone. He then gets out of the bed and quickly gets dresses.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“Pittsburgh” he says.

I lay there in the bed in shock while he continues to get ready. What am I going to do for the rest of the year?

“I gotta go” he says. He comes over to the bed and he presses his lips against mine. We roll our tongues in each others mouth. Man, does he know how to kiss.

“You'll come back to Atlanta next season, right?” I ask once the kiss is over.

“I don't know, Ilya” he answers, and gives me one more quick kiss. “Besides, I'll see you in the summer. I'll talk to you later” and he leaves.

Comments

[kaatiya.livejournal.com]

"You'll come back to Atlanta next season, right?”
Every Thrasher fan is dying to know the answer to this very question. Unfortunately, I think we (and Ilya) are going to be upset with the answer.

Your stories always end so abruptly! I'd kind of like a little more easing into them and out of them. You know what I mean?

[bighornywolf.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I don't think he's coming back either since they tried to sign him before.

All right, I hear you about the endings. That's something I will try to work on.

[jess-the1.livejournal.com]

I feel bad for Ilya losing both Dany and Marian to trades.

I think Marian's probably going to go back to the Thrashers, which sucks for the Pen's losing Army, Crush and Marian. But thats just me.

I reallt liked it thou you could ease into the ending a bit more, But other then that really good.

[bighornywolf.livejournal.com]

He will probably go where the money is.

Thanks!

[abw92.livejournal.com]

I loved it. Poor Ilya losing Marian. :(

[bighornywolf.livejournal.com]

Thanks :-)

Hey, look on the bright side, now he has Army.

[demens-rosa.livejournal.com]

A late, Late comment is coming your way. Look out!

I really love the desperation you conveyed with this. Plus, I, for one it seems, enjoyed how suddenly it all ended since I assume you did that on purpose to show how abrupt the relationship was brought to an end. One phone call, then Hossa had to leave. One goodbye, then it ends. It thought it was a parallel between writing style and plot; therefore, to me it emphasized the unpredictable, ever-changing, desperate nature of what hockey couples would have to face.

Anyways, sorry for dragging you back through you archives for a comment, but there's my two cents.