The Old Ball Game
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2minsforslashingtitle: The Old Ball Game
author: Sue
rating: NC17
disclaimer: there is nothing real to this, it is all fiction
pairing: Jason Arnott/Billy Guerin
archived: www.evilchicas.com
A/N: This was written after seeing Jason show up in numerous places with a Boston Red Sox cap on. Takes place the Fall of 2004
Jason waits.
He’s been waiting patiently since yesterday after the parade was over.
His patience is starting to wane with each tick of the Black Forest cuckoo clock that belongs to his lover; and with every replay on Sports Center of the celebration through downtown Boston.
His anger spilled over the other night when he was on the phone and Billy told him that the ticket that was supposed to be Jason’s had inexplicitly no longer been available. This is the way it usually was between them. Billy would promise and Jason would accept. Billy would back out, and Jason would forgive.
But no more.
Jason had waited long enough by himself in Dallas.
He cranes his ear towards the front of the house as he hears its opening and closing. And then it’s the heavy footfalls that he recognizes immediately.
“There you are.” Billy had gone into the kitchen and grabbed out a Budweiser before ending up in the family room.
“Where the hell else would I be?” Jason asks, the bitterness resonating in his voice.
“Awww…Arnie, don’t be like that.” Billy says as he stands with his hands on his hips and that ever present cock sure grin on his face, in front of the overstuffed velvet blue chair that Jason so enjoys inhabiting.
“Don’t you oh Arnie me, how the fuck am I supposed to be, Billy? You promised you were going to take me to the game.”
“Jase, baby, you don’t even like baseball, let alone the Sox.”
“It wasn’t just that, I wanted to be with you and your buddies. It’s like you’re fucking ashamed of me whenever we do go to Boston.” Jason pushed himself out of his chair and stalked out of the room with Billy close behind.
Running up the stairs, he made it to the first landing before Billy grabbed Jason’s arm and spun him around. “So, because I didn’t have a ticket for you, you’re gonna be a bitch?”
“Give me your hat.” Jason pointed at Billy’s Sox cap.
“No, this is my lucky hat.”
“So, your hat is worth more than what I want?”
“No, wha… don’t put words in my mouth.”
“I want your shirt, take it off.” Jason fisted a handful of the World Series Champions shirt.
“No, what’s wrong with you?” Billy was beginning to get pissed until Jason’s fingers released his shirt, and moved down to cup his dick. Jason’s fingers knew every inch of what was stuffed behind the zipper, and he used that to grip and stroke his lover to quick arousal as Billy backed up until his ass encountered the railing.
“If I can’t have your hat or shirt, will you let me have your cock if I take it out to play?” Jason’s lips skimmed along the outside shell of Billy’s ear. His tongue flicking out to wet it slightly before letting loose a string of warm air. Goosebumps burst out on Billy’s skin as he stared into Jason’s eyes. His mouth slightly ajar, almost too stunned to say anything. “And after I play with your cock, will you let me play with your ass, Billy?” He nodded. This was the only thing that Billy always agreed with. It was the only time in his life when he actually gave over control to someone else.
Jason knew that as sure as he knew why Billy wore such large belt buckles. He enjoyed people’s eyes gazing upon the buckle, only to continue their perusal with a glance of his crotch. Billy proudly knew that he had been given a dick of amazing size and girth.
Short work was made of the belt, button, and zipper as Jason never once stopped work on that cock.
“Put your hands on the railing and lean back.” Jason commanded as he worked the jeans and boxers down while lowering himself to his knees. On his way back up Billy’s lower body, he kissed and licked the deep scar of the wound which could have caused his Billy not only his career, but his leg a year and a half ago.
Taking Billy’s length in one of his hands, he stroked it, running his fingers over the slit to spread the precum that had begun to pool there. His other hand was busy also, rolling and caressing Billy’s balls. Jason opened his mouth and began to lick the entire cock, worrying it as a dog to a bone. He truly enjoyed this part of being involved with the man who’s noises were loud in his ears; because Billy tasted damned fine. He rolled his tongue round and round the tip as he took the head into his waiting mouth before slowly taking more of him inside.
Tasting and sucking.
Nibbling and biting.
As each time he came up for air, he pushed himself further down until his nose bumped against Billy’s pubic hair.
“Jase…oh god…so good…” Billy’s hands were clenched around the railing, knowing that if he moved them to Jason’s hair, like he truly wanted to, that he would be punished by Jason getting up off his knees and walking away.
Jason’s hands though were free to roam as they walked the treasure trail from behind balls that dripped with saliva, stroking the soft skin that led to Billy’s hole. If Billy hadn’t been so defiant about the hat and shirt, maybe he would have given Billy a tongue lashing; but as it was, he was only going to get Jason’s fingers.
He backed off of the massive cock and instead attacked Billy’s inner thigh with his teeth; biting hard enough to almost draw blood. Squeezing Billy’s balls and giving his dick one last long lick, Jason stood and looked into the dark blue eyes of his lover.
“Turn around and bend over.”
“Don’t you want to kiss me?” Billy dared to ask, but Jason’s glare showed him there would be none of that, so he kicked his jeans the rest of the way off his body, as he turned, presenting his ass.
Jason quickly lowered his khaki shorts and spit in both hands. One to help slicken his hard on, the other to thrust back inside Billy. “I’m glad to see that you’ve decided to listen to me. I’m really disappointed in you when you don’t.” He stepped forward so that his cock rubbed underneath Billy’s ass as he continued to finger fuck him, making sure that he was spread nice and wide because when it was his dick’s turn, he wanted to be able to plunge it to the hilt immediately, as his need was that great.
“Are you ready for the real thing?”
“Do it, just do it now!”
“Are you sure?” Jason withdrew his fingers so quickly that the groaning sound Billy made was almost forlorn in nature. “Cause I could just let you take care of yourself.”
“No, Jason…you, I want you.” Billy panted.
“And I get to go to Boston with you the next time?” The head of Jason’s cock began to work it’s way through the ring of muscle.
“Anything…just fuck me!”
Jason was good to his word as he pushed steadily until his balls were tight up against the ass that belonged only to him. He held still for a matter of heartbeats before almost pulling all the way out; and then ramming back hard. Billy whimpered and gasped as his ass was worked over. Jason reached around and wrapped tightly his hand on Billy’s bobbing dick and began to slide over it quickly. He didn’t have long to wait for some of what he wanted.
“Jase…oh fuck…fuck!” Billy came all over Jason’s hand. Jason kept moving and going until he felt the familiar ache spread throughout his abdomen as Billy’s ass twitched and tightened.
“Billy…Yes!”
Billy had collapsed more fully over the railing as Jason rested his spent body, letting his breathing even out.
After what seemed like forever, Jason backed away and took another moment to gaze upon the man who pissed him off and yet gave him more pleasure than any other.
Extending his hand, he took the cap from Billy’s head, and placed it over his own longish hair. “I’ll wait for you upstairs.” Slapping Billy’s ass, Jason then took the remaining stairs two at a time, knowing that the hat was now with its’ rightful owner.
author: Sue
rating: NC17
disclaimer: there is nothing real to this, it is all fiction
pairing: Jason Arnott/Billy Guerin
archived: www.evilchicas.com
A/N: This was written after seeing Jason show up in numerous places with a Boston Red Sox cap on. Takes place the Fall of 2004
Jason waits.
He’s been waiting patiently since yesterday after the parade was over.
His patience is starting to wane with each tick of the Black Forest cuckoo clock that belongs to his lover; and with every replay on Sports Center of the celebration through downtown Boston.
His anger spilled over the other night when he was on the phone and Billy told him that the ticket that was supposed to be Jason’s had inexplicitly no longer been available. This is the way it usually was between them. Billy would promise and Jason would accept. Billy would back out, and Jason would forgive.
But no more.
Jason had waited long enough by himself in Dallas.
He cranes his ear towards the front of the house as he hears its opening and closing. And then it’s the heavy footfalls that he recognizes immediately.
“There you are.” Billy had gone into the kitchen and grabbed out a Budweiser before ending up in the family room.
“Where the hell else would I be?” Jason asks, the bitterness resonating in his voice.
“Awww…Arnie, don’t be like that.” Billy says as he stands with his hands on his hips and that ever present cock sure grin on his face, in front of the overstuffed velvet blue chair that Jason so enjoys inhabiting.
“Don’t you oh Arnie me, how the fuck am I supposed to be, Billy? You promised you were going to take me to the game.”
“Jase, baby, you don’t even like baseball, let alone the Sox.”
“It wasn’t just that, I wanted to be with you and your buddies. It’s like you’re fucking ashamed of me whenever we do go to Boston.” Jason pushed himself out of his chair and stalked out of the room with Billy close behind.
Running up the stairs, he made it to the first landing before Billy grabbed Jason’s arm and spun him around. “So, because I didn’t have a ticket for you, you’re gonna be a bitch?”
“Give me your hat.” Jason pointed at Billy’s Sox cap.
“No, this is my lucky hat.”
“So, your hat is worth more than what I want?”
“No, wha… don’t put words in my mouth.”
“I want your shirt, take it off.” Jason fisted a handful of the World Series Champions shirt.
“No, what’s wrong with you?” Billy was beginning to get pissed until Jason’s fingers released his shirt, and moved down to cup his dick. Jason’s fingers knew every inch of what was stuffed behind the zipper, and he used that to grip and stroke his lover to quick arousal as Billy backed up until his ass encountered the railing.
“If I can’t have your hat or shirt, will you let me have your cock if I take it out to play?” Jason’s lips skimmed along the outside shell of Billy’s ear. His tongue flicking out to wet it slightly before letting loose a string of warm air. Goosebumps burst out on Billy’s skin as he stared into Jason’s eyes. His mouth slightly ajar, almost too stunned to say anything. “And after I play with your cock, will you let me play with your ass, Billy?” He nodded. This was the only thing that Billy always agreed with. It was the only time in his life when he actually gave over control to someone else.
Jason knew that as sure as he knew why Billy wore such large belt buckles. He enjoyed people’s eyes gazing upon the buckle, only to continue their perusal with a glance of his crotch. Billy proudly knew that he had been given a dick of amazing size and girth.
Short work was made of the belt, button, and zipper as Jason never once stopped work on that cock.
“Put your hands on the railing and lean back.” Jason commanded as he worked the jeans and boxers down while lowering himself to his knees. On his way back up Billy’s lower body, he kissed and licked the deep scar of the wound which could have caused his Billy not only his career, but his leg a year and a half ago.
Taking Billy’s length in one of his hands, he stroked it, running his fingers over the slit to spread the precum that had begun to pool there. His other hand was busy also, rolling and caressing Billy’s balls. Jason opened his mouth and began to lick the entire cock, worrying it as a dog to a bone. He truly enjoyed this part of being involved with the man who’s noises were loud in his ears; because Billy tasted damned fine. He rolled his tongue round and round the tip as he took the head into his waiting mouth before slowly taking more of him inside.
Tasting and sucking.
Nibbling and biting.
As each time he came up for air, he pushed himself further down until his nose bumped against Billy’s pubic hair.
“Jase…oh god…so good…” Billy’s hands were clenched around the railing, knowing that if he moved them to Jason’s hair, like he truly wanted to, that he would be punished by Jason getting up off his knees and walking away.
Jason’s hands though were free to roam as they walked the treasure trail from behind balls that dripped with saliva, stroking the soft skin that led to Billy’s hole. If Billy hadn’t been so defiant about the hat and shirt, maybe he would have given Billy a tongue lashing; but as it was, he was only going to get Jason’s fingers.
He backed off of the massive cock and instead attacked Billy’s inner thigh with his teeth; biting hard enough to almost draw blood. Squeezing Billy’s balls and giving his dick one last long lick, Jason stood and looked into the dark blue eyes of his lover.
“Turn around and bend over.”
“Don’t you want to kiss me?” Billy dared to ask, but Jason’s glare showed him there would be none of that, so he kicked his jeans the rest of the way off his body, as he turned, presenting his ass.
Jason quickly lowered his khaki shorts and spit in both hands. One to help slicken his hard on, the other to thrust back inside Billy. “I’m glad to see that you’ve decided to listen to me. I’m really disappointed in you when you don’t.” He stepped forward so that his cock rubbed underneath Billy’s ass as he continued to finger fuck him, making sure that he was spread nice and wide because when it was his dick’s turn, he wanted to be able to plunge it to the hilt immediately, as his need was that great.
“Are you ready for the real thing?”
“Do it, just do it now!”
“Are you sure?” Jason withdrew his fingers so quickly that the groaning sound Billy made was almost forlorn in nature. “Cause I could just let you take care of yourself.”
“No, Jason…you, I want you.” Billy panted.
“And I get to go to Boston with you the next time?” The head of Jason’s cock began to work it’s way through the ring of muscle.
“Anything…just fuck me!”
Jason was good to his word as he pushed steadily until his balls were tight up against the ass that belonged only to him. He held still for a matter of heartbeats before almost pulling all the way out; and then ramming back hard. Billy whimpered and gasped as his ass was worked over. Jason reached around and wrapped tightly his hand on Billy’s bobbing dick and began to slide over it quickly. He didn’t have long to wait for some of what he wanted.
“Jase…oh fuck…fuck!” Billy came all over Jason’s hand. Jason kept moving and going until he felt the familiar ache spread throughout his abdomen as Billy’s ass twitched and tightened.
“Billy…Yes!”
Billy had collapsed more fully over the railing as Jason rested his spent body, letting his breathing even out.
After what seemed like forever, Jason backed away and took another moment to gaze upon the man who pissed him off and yet gave him more pleasure than any other.
Extending his hand, he took the cap from Billy’s head, and placed it over his own longish hair. “I’ll wait for you upstairs.” Slapping Billy’s ass, Jason then took the remaining stairs two at a time, knowing that the hat was now with its’ rightful owner.
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