Vacation all I ever wanted (4/2)

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Title: Vacation all I ever wanted (4/2)
Characters/pairings: Milan Lucic; David Krejci/Zdeno Chara/Vladimir Sobotka
Rating: NC-17
Time: July 2008; 2007/08 season (flashbacks)
Summary: Part 2 of what now appears to be a 4-parter; several Bruins vacation at Andrew Ference's lakeside house in Alberta; Krejci looks back on the season.
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form; absolute fiction.

Lucic and Krejci were sharing the Ferences' small guest cottage, and they spent most of that evening listening to some of Andrew's wide and odd collection of old albums ("'Steeleye Span'? What the fuck is this?" Lucic said) on the stereo he'd set up in the living room and rehashing Boston's series with Montreal in the Stanley Cup playoffs. They agreed the Canadiens were a bunch of diving cheap-shot artists, that the Bruins deserved to win, that their fans were the greatest in the world, and that Montreal fans' "ole" chant was the single dumbest thing either of them had ever heard. 

And then to bed, the problems of that series settled to their satisfaction.

Lucic fell asleep almost instantly. 

Krejci did not. 

He lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, warmed by Milan's friendship and easy camaraderie, chilled by the feelings starting to churn inside him. He and Lucic had been friends since last year's training camp. Why now? Why was he starting to feel that pull?  Was it only because he'd lost Vladimir? Were his new feelings for Milan some sort of compensation? If so, it wasn't going to help any - David knew Milan was straight. What a hell of a mess this was turning into. He turned on his side and closed his eyes, trying to think of something else. 

He thought of Chara. 

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It was his first big road trip with the Bruins, a long one to the West coast, kicking off their 2007/2008 season. He'd been called up a couple of times the previous year, getting his feet wet, but he couldn't believe he'd made the big club out of training camp this time around, and he felt overwhelmed and out of place, a square peg trying to fit into a round hole. He wondered how long it would be before the coaches figured out he didn't know what he was doing and sent him back to Providence. He was having trouble sleeping, worrying about it. 

On his third night of tossing and turning, Chara, his roommate, spoke up from the other bed. "David," he said quietly. 

Oh, damn. "I'm sorry, Zee," Krejci said. "I didn't mean to bother you."

"David, get over here," Chara said, holding the blanket and sheet up, beckoning. Krejci was shocked. How did he... is he...  "Now," Chara said. David did the only thing he could do - what he was told, crawling into the bed next to his captain.

"Lie down, here, on your side," Chara said, turning Krejci so that the young center's back was pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arm around Krejci's ribs. "Stop worrying. You're a good player. You wouldn't be here if you weren't. You might get sent back down a time or two, but you'll be here most of the year. I know you will." 

Chara felt warm and comforting. Krejci relaxed, even as his cock stiffened in appreciation of the massive body pressed close to his. He shifted his hips backward, almost imperceptively, and was rewarded when his ass came into contact with Chara's massive hard-on. David smiled to himself. Chara slipped the arm holding Krejci lower, sliding his hand over David's cock. He squeezed, gently, and expertly stroked the young center, bringing him to a climax in a matter of moments. "Get yourself cleaned up and go back to bed, little one," Chara whispered in his ear. "You need to sleep." David obeyed, toweling off in the bathroom and then climbing back into his own bed. Sleep came in moments. 

Chara was right. He always was, David reflected. He was sent back to Providence in November, but was recalled in December, and stayed in Boston the rest of the season. Vladimir Sobotka actually made it back to the big club before he did, giving him some extra incentive for his return. Not that he really needed it. David wanted to get back into Chara's bed as soon as possible. 

After that first night, he waited for Zee to invite him again, too shy to press himself on the big defenseman, though the thought of submitting himself to Chara's overwhelming physical presense made him giddy. It seemed like forever, but it was only a few days. Chara walked out of the bathroom, naked, in yet another hotel room in yet another West coast city (was it San Jose? David couldn't remember.) saw Krejci stripping out of his clothes, and said just two words: "My bed."

Chara fucked exactly the same way he played hockey, David thought. He skated hard, he shot hard, he hit hard, and he fucked hard. Krejci was driven to orgasmic heights he'd never before reached. He only wished they'd do it more often. He could never get enough.

And then there was Vladimir.

They had grown close in training camp, two of the few Czechs in the Bruins' system, sharing not only rookie status but a common language. Vladdie was understandably reclusive and turned to David, who'd been in North America a lot longer, for help in comprehending not only hockey on the NHL level but ordinary life in a new world. 

Before long, they were sharing much more. Vladdie was a kindred spirit indeed. 

So different from Chara. Shy, yielding, willing to submit himself, but appreciative and eager when Krejci let him take the lead, and not only in their lovemaking. As the season wore on, Vladdie opened up, both on and off the ice, turning into a terror for opposing teams, asserting himself at practice and in the locker room. But he still blushed like a schoolgirl when David looked at him or touched him in a certain way. Krejci found him intoxicating. It turned out he wasn't the only one who did. 

Chara was out with a group of the veteran Bruins when Krejci invited Sobotka to his hotel room one cold January night in Montreal. They made love with reckless abandon, all over each other, taking it in turns to suck each other's cocks, chew on each other's necks, even lick each other's toes, giggling like girls. Finally Vladdie climbed onto David's back and took control, shoving his cock into Krejci's ass, whispering the dirtiest English words he could think of in his fellow rookie's ear, pumping hard, and coming hard, his cock jerking. They collapsed together, panting, then both fell into a doze. 

Krejci drifted further, into sleep, and fell into a dream. A dream of swimming, a whirlpool, the water grabbing at him, pulling him down, clutching, grabbing, pulling... what... that... something was pulling at him, grabbing, clutching, it was Vladimir - something, someone had Vladimir, was pulling him away... what? Who? 

Vladimir cried out, the noise finally penetrating the fog in David's brain. A jolt of adrenaline coursed through him and he was suddendly wide awake and turning toward the noise. "Vladdie?" 

It was Chara. 

The big defenseman had Sobotka in his arms, lifting him as easily as he would a two-year-old, turning and dropping him onto the other bed. Vladimir's expression was confused, then frightened, as he tilted his head back and looked up at the massive Chara, standing over the bed. The Bruins captain contemplated the young center, then pulled his shirt over his head, dropped it on the floor, and unbuckled his pants. Sobotka blinked, then comprehension flooded his face as Chara dropped his pants and boxers, revealing his swollen cock. Sobotka lay back and lifted his legs in the air as Chara grabbed the open bottle off the bedstand, lubed his cock and entered the beckoning opening. 

Krejci watched, his mind a foggy mix of adrenaline and sleepiness. Judging by Vladdie's moans and cries, he was enjoying his captain's massive cock as much as David did. Chara pumped hard, then paused, as Sobotka whispered something Krejci didn't catch. He was shocked as Chara swung his arm, his open palm connecting with Vladdie's elevated ass. He did it twice more, Vladimir crying out in response. Then Chara clutched at Sobotka's legs, his hips twitching, and Krejci could almost feel the come spurting into his own ass. His cock stiffened in response. 

Chara reached out and tenderly pushed the sweaty hair away from Vladimir's face, murmuring to him, and then patted his cheek. Sobotka smiled, wobbled to his feet, dressed with some difficulty, and departed for his own bed. 

Later, as both players neared sleep, David couldn't contain himself any longer. "Zdeno?" he asked, hesitantly. 

"What is it, David?"

"Why... why did you hit Vladdie?'

"Because he asked me to, little one."

"He never asked me to do that," Krejci said. 

"God made us all different, David," Chara said. "That's all I can tell you." 

Krejci wasn't so sure he believed in God. He did believe in Chara, though, and despite now being forced to share him with Sobotka (what a foolish conceit, he thought; as if he owned Zdeno. Nobody owns a wild lion.), he still felt privileged to be sharing a bed with the Bruins captain.

And then Chara steered Vladimir into Marc Savard's arms. David often wondered if Zee knew exactly what he was doing in this instance, or whether it was just happenstance that Vladdie fell head over heels for the veteran center. David was willing to bet Zdeno knew what the outcome would be. It wasn't just Sobotka - Krejci could see that Savard was smitten with Vladimir as well. He wondered if the two centers would ever tell each other how they really felt.    

David wondered if he'd ever be in love. Oh, he loved - he loved all his teammates, in vastly different ways. Especially Vladimir. But he wasn't in love with any of them, that was for damn sure. Not even Vladdie. Not even Chara. He wasn't jealous of Savard and Sobotka. But he did envy them.

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Alone in a bed in a lakeside cottage in Alberta, David Krejci fell towards sleep. He fancied he heard Chara's voice. Don't worry about what you can't control, little one. Work hard, do your best, and good things will happen. I can't promise you the world, but I can promise you that. 

Comments

[cpexplosion.livejournal.com]

I love how you write Vladimir - it just -reads- like him. Very enlightening chapter, too... keep up the awesome work!!

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! It's much appreciated. More coming soon. :-)

[giallo-girl05.livejournal.com]

I love it.. "little one"!! Oddly enough, that's what everyone called me in highschool.. O_o

I love how you detail everything about their personalities.
Can't wait for the next installment :)

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I'm glad you like it. :-) More very soon!

[kelles.livejournal.com]

I love how you wrote David and the flashback of Chara was wonderfully written.

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks! A appreciate that. :-)

[jennyagain.livejournal.com]

i love the depth you give krejci here, and i love the level of his entanglement - nothing too serious (which is totally reminding me of ells, now that i'm thinking about it. eee.) but it's not too light, either, because he does care about these guys as bedmates and teammates and people. i love how he sees so clearly the savvy/sobotka when they're not even ready to admit it themselves. ;D smart kid, that krejci. i love him in your hands. love chara, too: the mastermind, the smartypants manipulator. good thing he's always right, eh? ;D

(still totally smitten, btw. totally.)

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Krejci really evolved into someone I didn't expect, a lot more sensitive and thoughtful than he appeared at first. Yeah, you're right, he is like Ells in a way, enjoying the sex and feeling real love and affection but not getting tangled up (until now, haha).