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Title: ~~New Sensations~~ Life Is Good – changed the title because New Sensations is just too cheesy. New title comes from a Scottie Upshall quote on a Philly radio interview (link below - it makes sense if you read it).
Chapter: 4/? Yes, I know this was supposed to be the last chapter. I hate my brain. It has decided that there should be Mike/Jeff in the next chapter. ~~WTF brain?~~
Pairings: Danny Briere/Mike Richards/Martin Biron, Mike Richards/Jeff Carter (will be more next chapter), Jeff Carter/some random ~~lucky~~ chic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut. Threesomes. Mentions of het sex. Not beta read. Hopefully, I caught all my mistakes. I double checked the names of players and places because they’re usually what I screw up. I think I got them all.
Disclaimer: Never happened. I only wish it did and that I could watch. Or that someone would film it.
Summary: Mike finally gets out of denial and gives in to the sexy temptation that is Danny and Marty.
Author's notes: I think this might be the smuttiest thing I’ve written. Ever.I hope it is okay. There will be more Danny/Richie/Marty smut in the next chapter but the POV will be different. I can’t say anymore or it will be a spoiler.

In the hockey RPS fics I've written so far the guys are bisexual. Not that I won't ever write them gay (possibly in an AU) but with these fics I tried to base it as close to what I know of the real life stuff. Danny and Marty are married (unfortunately not to each other) and have kids. Some pictures I've found on the Flyers forum indicate Jeff and Richie like women. Acutally, I'm not sure about Richie...Jeff for sure (see linkage below).

Most of the fic is based on stuff that did happen ~~because in fictional fandoms I'm a canon whore.~~ The Flyers did go to the Borgata after they cleaned out their lockers. The scene with Jeff (and some lucky woman) is based on a picture I saw on the Flyers forum and Richie's conversation with Scottie Upshall about threesomes is based on an interview at a Philly radio station. Damn, couldn’t find the audio - that’s an article about it. BUT, he did say it. I heard it before they took it down. Why would the Flyers care if Scottie says he likes threesomes?

Thanks again for the feedback. It has really kept me focused on writing. I usually tend to procrastinate but haven't been doing that with this fic.

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By the time Mike arrived at the Borgata, the celebration was in full swing. Looking at his teammates having so much fun, it was hard for him to believe they had lost the Easter Conference Finals. It was funny how much a difference a few days and change of scenery made. Of course, the alcohol didn’t hurt either.

“It’s about time, Richie.” Jeff slurred his words and nearly knocked Mike down giving him a bear hug. An attractive brunet watched them, obviously pissed at the attention Jeff was giving Mike.

“Damn, Jeff. Just how much did you drink?” Mike asked pushing Jeff off of him and laughing.

“Fuck you, Mike. I’m not drunk.” He pulled the woman into his arms and groped her breast. “Hey Mike, get a drink already! This is a cel-eee-bration.”

Mike laughed again at his drunken antics. Jeff was just too cute when he was drunk. “Why don’t you two get a room?” He asked, teasing him.

“I’m working on it, Richie. Working on it.” He leaned over and whispered in Mike’s ear. “Want to join us? I don’t think she’d mind.”

“That’s okay, Jeff.” Mike said, grabbing a drink from a waiter’s tray. Today was already turning out to be a very interesting day. He had received two separate invitations for a ménage trois but Danny’s and Marty’s intrigued him more. The woman Jeff was with just didn’t turn him on. Although, he couldn’t help but wonder what fucking Jeff would be like. No, no, don’t think about it.

Jeff put his arm around Mike. “Don’t say no, Richie. C’mon, we’ve been friends a long time. I’ve always wondered--- ”

Mike gently nudged him away. He didn’t want Jeff to finish his sentence; it would only complicate things. He liked his friendship with him the way it was – platonic and simple. Besides, Jeff was wasted and probably didn’t realize what he was saying. Richie was sure he'd regret it in the morning. “Jeff... I don’t know. Maybe I’ll change my mind later. I just got here.”

The answer seemed to appease Jeff and he turned his attentions to the woman. “Okay, Richie. I won’t forget.” He promised him. “I’m gonna look for you later.”

But, you won't find me.

Mike spent the next few hours drinking, gambling, and hanging out with the rest of the team. It had been so long since he had been able to unwind and just have fun. Hell, the last time he had been this relaxed was August in Whistler, British Colombia. The whole night just felt so bittersweet because he knew it would be the last time he would see some of the guys. They wouldn't be here in October. Hell, some of them might not even be in the NHL. Jason, Sami, Vinnie - there wasn't a chance in hell that they'd be back. As much as he hated it, that's just how it was in the NHL. Richie hated thinking he had played his last game with Randy and RJ. He hoped Holmgren would be able to pull off a miracle and keep most of the team together. Well, at least I know Jeff will be back. Paul had almost promised him Jeff would be a Flyer next year. Mike was so lost in his thoughts about next season that he never noticed Danny and Marty enter the casino.

"Hey, Mike." Marty said smiling, and standing by his side.

"Wha-? When did you guys get here? You weren't here a few minutes ago."

Danny moved to Mike's other side. "No, we just got here. We got a little...sidetracked. Lost track of time." He explained, his eyes clouded with lust.

Mike bit his lip to maintain his composure. When Danny looked at him like that, Mike wanted to rip off his clothes and fuck him on the blackjack table. Obviously, he couldn't do that. Johnnie and Holmgren definitely would not appreciate it. Although, it might make Johnny finally show some emotion. If the thought of fucking Danny wasn’t bad enough, scenes from last night's dream flooded his mind. And now he had a hard-on. "Oh," he replied, trying to concentrate on just speaking. "Vinnie was looking for you, Danny." He told him, hoping the sexual tension between them would break.

"I'll catch up with him later, Richie.” Danny put his arm around Mike's shoulders and slid a plastic card into his front pants pocket. He kept his hand there just a few moments longer than necessary. "We're going to hang out down here until midnight."

"Huh?" Mike asked, trying to recover from the sensation of Danny’s hand so close to his dick. "What's that?" He knew what it was but wanted to hear them say it. He needed to hear the words. Their room key.

"269, Mike," Marty said quietly, staring at him with his piercing blue eyes.

"269?" Mike asked, still playing dumb.

Marty slipped his arm around Mike's waist and whispered into his ear. "Our room number.. Come after midnight. If you want." The goalie smiled at Mike and squeezed his ass before walking away with Danny.

The next few hours dragged on for what seemed like days. Mike was beginning to think midnight would never arrive. He hung out with Joffrey and Scottie and tried to avoid their questions about why he didn’t want to fuck the girlfriend of their “dates.” It wasn’t easy. They didn’t seem to buy his “not in the mood” excuse. Joffrey finally gave up and took his girl for the night to a room.

“C’mon Mike, she is fucking hot and wants you - bad. She’s a fucking porn star and a great fuck. She’ll do things most girls don’t even know about. Believe me, I know. C’mon you won’t regret it.” Scottie tried his best to persuade him.

“Scottie, I said I’m not in the mood.” Richie lied. Maybe he should just tell him he was going to fuck Danny and Marty in less than an hour.

“Since when have you not been in the mood to get laid?”

Mike shrugged and glanced at his watch. Midnight could not get here soon enough. “You don’t need me, Scottie. You can fuck them both. You are Mr. Ménage Trois. Everyone in Philly knows that.”

Scottie grinned at Richie. “Fuck. I’m never going to live down that interview, am I?”

“Nope, you don’t say shit like that on the radio.”

“But I didn’t actually admit anything,” Scotty argued. “I just said ‘life is good.’ Who said I was talking about sex?”

“Scottie, shut the fuck up. You suck at lying.”

“Fuck you, Mike. Now I have to talk them into it. Fuck, they’re going to be pissed. She really wanted you. And I kind of promised…”

“What? You can’t promise anyone I’m going to fuck them without asking me first. Fuck, what are you – my pimp?” Mike punched him hard in the arm.

“Nahh, but I could be.” Scottie answered, punching him back. “I didn’t think it’d be a problem. You never said no before.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” Mike told him.

Scottie grinned at him and slipped his arm around his shoulder. “Yeah, but I think you’re hiding something.”

“What?” Mike asked, feigning innocence.

“You’ve got something or someone lined up. I’m sure of it. C’mon Richie, you can tell me. Who is it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Scottie.”

“Fuck, Mike. Admit it!”

Mike grinned sheepishly. Maybe he should just tell him.. “Okay, okay. You got me. I might have plans.”

“I fucking knew it! Who? Who is it?”

“I’ll never tell,” Mike said, grinning from ear to ear, as he walked away. It was finally midnight. Time for the fun to begin.

Mike’s heart pounded in his chest as he waited for them to answer the door. He thought about using the key but was afraid of walking in on Marty and Danny in the middle of something. Knocking on the door was safer. Why was he so nervous anyway? It was not like him at all. He hadn’t been this anxious about sex since he was a sixteen. Hell, his mouth was even dry. Why are they taking so long? His heart pounded harder when the door started to open.

Danny opened the door, still dressed in jeans and t-shirt. “Hi Mike,” he said smiling at him. “You decided to come.”

Mike grinned at him, trying to act nonchalant. He wasn’t used to interacting with other men in this situation. The dynamics between him and Danny were so different than they were with any of the girls or women he had been with. He had always been in control with girls or women even if they were pursuing him. But, tonight, he wasn’t exactly sure how to act. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been with other men. Mike had been with handful of guys when he was in Junior Hockey camp. Somehow, that was different. Those guys had been substitutes for the girls he couldn’t have when they were at camp. His experience had consisted mostly of hand jobs and receiving blowjobs from other guys. He had never wanted to fuck a man as much as he did tonight.

“Yeah, I’m here ain’t I?”

“Mmm.… you are.” Danny said licking his lips. He grabbed the back of Mike’s head tangling his fingers in his curly hair and pulling his face down for a long, hot, kiss. Danny crushed Mike’s lips, kissing him hard on the mouth.. He pulled Mike into the suite and motioned for Marty to come over. Danny slid his hand under Mike’s shirt, caressing his soft skin and pinching his nipples, before moving down his pants. He stroked Mike’s cock through his pants until he grew hard.

Mike didn’t even hear Martin walk up behind him. He was totally lost in what Danny was doing to him. Waves of pleasure rocked his body and he was incapable of a coherent thought. Mike was barely aware of where he was, let alone where Marty was. He moaned into Danny’s mouth when he felt the goaltender’s arms wrap around his waist, his hot mouth on his neck, and cock against his ass. Danny unzipped Mike’s pants and wrapped his hand tightly around his shaft, stroking and kneading him in a slow, rhythmic pace. Mike didn’t know what felt better, Marty’s cock against his backside or Danny’s hand on his shaft. Waves of pleasure attacked every nerve ending in his body. Mike thought he’d lose his mind if he didn’t come soon.

After several moments of Danny’s torture, he climaxed, releasing his seed on Danny’s hand and shirt, screaming both of their names. Mike was grateful the hotel suite was sound proof. He collapsed back onto Marty, grateful the goalie’s strong arms were there to support him. His body was still so weak he wasn’t sure if he could stand without Marty’s support. “ Fuck,” he said smiling at the two men, “that was incredible.”

“And that’s just the foreplay, Richie.” Danny said. “To get you relaxed. We haven’t started the real fun yet.”

Mike smiled awkwardly at him. “Sorry about that, Danny.” He said quietly, looking at Briere’s hands.

“This…” Danny said, bringing his hand to his mouth and slowly licking and sucking each finger slowly. He grinned noticing his actions had their desired affect. Mike was already hard again. “…is not a problem, Richie.”

Marty helped Mike stand up and he laughed at Danny. “God, Danny. You’re terrible. Don’t mind him, Mike. He is such a fucking tease.”

Mike erupted into laughter. “You two are something else.”

“Yeah,” Danny said, taking Mike by the hand. “We know.”

Danny led Mike to the bedroom. “You want a beer, Mike?”

“Huh? A beer. Sure.”

Mike sat on the bed waiting for Danny and Marty to join him. He was still nervous as hell. Danny tossed him the beer and stood behind him, placing his hands on his shoulders.

“Damn, Richie. You’re so tense. You need to relax.” Danny massaged Mike’s shoulders and neck, kneading the muscles with just the right amount of pressure.

Mike sighed, surrendering to Danny’s massage. His nervous energy was melting away. “Damn, Danny. You’re good at that.”

“I’m good at a lot of things, Richie.”

“I’ll bet you are,” Mike answered.

“Do you want me to show you?” Danny asked with a smirk.

“You could…”

“I will,” he whispered into Richie’s ear.

“You want to take a bath, Richie?” Danny asked, changing the subject. “They’ve got an amazing hot tub.. Marty and me… We took one already. It will help you relax.”

“What? I’m not that tense.”

“Come on, Mike. You are. It’s okay. Everyone gets nervous their first time.”

“What? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Admit it, Richie. You’ve never been fucked by a man.”

“I’ve been with guys before.” He said, defensively. “It’s been awhile but…”

“Richie. I can tell. Don’t lie.”

“I’m not. I have been with guys. What? Do you think I’ve decided to go gay for you and Marty?”

Danny chuckled at Richie’s comment. “No. Of course not. There’s more than one way you can be with another guy. I just don’t think…”

“What?”

“Were you the one getting fucked or the one who was fucking?” Danny asked, moving closer on the bed to Mike.

Mike felt his shoulders tighten but tried to hide his anxiety. He didn’t know what his past had to do with tonight. “Fuck, Danny. We did other stuff.” He glared at Danny. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Danny smiled softly at Mike and took his hand, caressing with gentle strokes. “I don’t want to hear anything, Mike. Whatever happened before doesn’t really matter. I just wanted to know how much experience you have. I don’t want to hurt you.” Danny kissed him, gently on the lips. “God, I can’t wait to fuck you, Mike.”

Mike didn’t have a chance to react to Danny’s words. There was a soft knock at the door. “Hey, you two aren’t starting without me are you? If you are I’ll kick your asses.” Marty opened the door wearing a huge grin.

“Come in, Mart.” Danny said. “We were just talking. But, we’re done.”

Marty came in and sat down between Danny and Mike. “Good. I was beginning to feel left out.” Marty cast a concerned look at Mike. “You okay, Richie. You’re awfully quiet.”

“He’s nervous,” Danny said, smiling at him.

“I’m not fucking nervous.” Mike glared at him and wondered for a second if he should just get up and leave right now. Maybe this was just a bad idea. There was that porn star in the casino that wanted to fuck him. Maybe he shouldn’t have turned Scottie down. He got up off the bed and walked over to the bed.

“It’s okay, Richie. Marty was nervous the first time we…”

“What? It’s his first time? Danny did you fucking know? I’m not sure…”

“Shut up, Marty. He’s been with other guys. He just hasn’t fucked other guys.” Danny explained to Marty.

“Will you fucking stop talking about me like I’m a child?” Mike said, annoyed as hell at Danny. “I’m not a 15 year old virgin, ass hole.”

“Fuck, Mike. It’s no big deal. I know you’re not 15…”

Marty got up and stood next to Mike shooting a look at Danny to tell him he would fix this. He pulled Richie into his arms, stroking his hair as he embraced him. “It’s okay, Mike. Danny doesn’t mean anything. He’s just a dick sometimes.” Marty lifted Mike’s chin up and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

Mike deepened the kiss after several moments, slipping his tongue into the goalie’s mouth. He smirked when he heard Marty moan and his cock grew harder. Mike grabbed Marty’s and grinded into him. He whispered into the goalie’s ear. “I want to fuck you now.”

Marty grabbed Mike by shirt and pulled him over to the bed. “Let’s go.”

Danny had been watching from the bed. He got up and started to unbutton his shirt. “Marty?”

The goaltender’s body was already entangled with Mike’s. They were kissing and undressing each other. “Hmm… Danny? Come here.”

Danny smiled and jumped on the bed, joining his lovers. “Life is good, isn’t it Mike?”

“Hell, yeah.” Richie said, moaning as Danny pulled off his pants. He surrender to ecstasy when he felt Danny’s mouth on his cock. He pulled Marty closer, kissing him hard on the mouth and reaching for his cock. He wrapped his fingers around it tightly and stroked him roughly. Damn, he thought. Life isn’t good, it’s fucking great.

Richie was so lost in the moment that he didn’t notice Danny squeezing lube onto his fingers. “Oh fuck, that feels fucking great.” He hissed when he felt one of Danny’s fingers enter his ass. The thought occurred to him that he shouldn’t let Danny anywhere near his ass. Mike wasn’t even sure he wanted be fucked by another man.

“Danny, wait. I don’t think…”

Danny stopped and moved on top of Mike. “That’s the problem. Don’t think, Richie. I’m going to fuck you and it’s going to be incredible. After I fuck you, it will be your choice. You can fuck me or Marty.” Danny moved slowly down Mike’s body and took him into his mouth.

Mike felt his resistance slipping away. Before tonight he never would have consented to be being fucked but now he wanted, no needed, Danny inside him. “Fuck me,” he begged Danny.

Marty looked over at Danny. “Is he ready?”

Danny nodded at his lover but whispered into Mike’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, Richie.” He didn’t wait for Mike’s answer. Danny pulled Mike down on top of him and entered him slowly. “Fuck, Mike you’re so tight. You feel so good.

Marty moved so he was between the two men and took Mike’s cock into his mouth. He licked his shaft and head, sucking hard as he deep throated him. It won’t be long now, Mike.

Mike could not remember this much pleasure in any sexual encounter he ever had. And he had had a lot of sex. Danny entered him slowly at first - holding back, being careful not to hurt him. He fucked him slow and hard, pushing deeper with each thrust. Mike felt his control slipping away as Danny buried his cock inside of him. He was pressing against his prostate and it felt incredible.

As he was coming he heard something. Fuck what was it? Did he even care? This felt so good. Wait, is that a door? No, couldn’t be. The door was locked wasn’t it? He tried to remember if Danny had locked it when he came in. Fuck it, he thought. I don’t care who sees, who knows. Marty’s mouth was on his cock now doing incredible things and he tried to hold back his orgasm. His back arched as Danny thrusted into him, slow, deep, and hard. He reached for Marty’s cock, wanting to hear him moan.

Richie screamed their names as he came hard. Danny climaxed a few moments later saying his name over and over. Marty climaxed last, moaning as he came, spilling his seed onto Richie’s hand and naked body. As he lay on the bed with his new lovers, immersed in the afterglow, he couldn’t help but think, life is good.

Next chapter: More smut and some Richie/Carter

Edit: put too long author notes under a cut. Sorry so long :(