2minsforslashing | 5 Misc fic: Detroit Red Wings

Author:

a2h
Fandoms: RPS: Athletes - Detroit Red Wings.
Kinks: Flogging, Cross-Dressing, Consent Play, Fisting, Extra (Piercing/Snowballing)
Characters: Henrik (Hank) Zetterberg, Pavel Datsyuk, Emma Andersson, Chris Osgood, Nik Kronwall, Brad Stuart.

Author's Notes: Written for the

kink_bingo challenge. Hope you don't mind the het fic...if you do, just skip it please. :) Hope you all enjoy.

Nik stretched out and frowned. He wasn’t moving. His arms were pinned over his head and he could feel the cool metal of the headboard against his skin.

“Brad?” he asked softly as he tried to look behind him.

*wack*

The feeling of the leather crashing into his skin caused his dick to jump. “Just making sure you’re back there,” he grinned and was rewarded with another lick of the leather flogger against his skin. The blows were gentle, hard enough to excite him but not hard enough to leave welts or break the skin.

His lover was perfect at it.

“I thought you’d never wake up,” Brad said softly. “I’ve been waiting for almost an hour.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Nik asked as the soft leather slid down his back slowly.

“You know we don’t play unless the other one knows what’s going on,” Brad reminded him. “All you have to do is tell me to untie you when you woke up.”

Nik smiled and rubbed the sides of his hands against the headboard. “I don’t want you to untie me,” he whispered and moaned as the flogger connected with his skin. “I want you to whip me.”

“Good answer,” Brad said softly and Nik moaned his appreciation as the leather moved slowly down his back, connecting hard with his ass.

“Love you,” he gasped as the stinging moved from his ass to his dick, causing it to lengthen and press hard into the bed beneath him.

“Love you too,” Brad assured him. He moaned when his lover gently guided the flogger along his ass. “Love how responsive you are,” he added before the leather smacked against the tops of his thighs.

Nik groaned as pushed toward the bed, getting some much desired friction as Brad gently hit his thighs again with the leather. He moaned loudly and jerked again.

Nik woke with a start, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat causing his shirt to stick to his chest and his hair poking him uncomfortably in the eyes and matting to the back of his neck.

He ran his hands along the backs of his thighs and sighed in relief. No marks. It was only a dream. He frowned when he realized how hard he was. Damn. He didn’t need to be having those types of dreams. And he definitely didn’t need to be having those types of dreams about his teammates. Even if said teammate had the most beautiful full lips he had ever seen.

“Dammit,” he swore softly as he climbed out of the bed. “You’re going straight to hell, Niklas, and you deserve it.” He slowly made his way toward the shower and turned on the water. He grabbed a towel and glanced at his reflection in the mirror.

“Teammates are off limits,” he told his reflection. “You understand? Off limits. They’ll send you back to Sweden before the ink on your passport is dry.” He sighed and took a quick shower, ignoring the throbbing between his legs as he washed the sweat off of his body. Once he was clean, he stepped out of the shower and dried off while he walked back to his bed. Debating, he glanced at the clock and froze.

There on his nightstand was a leather flogger and a note.

Nik,
Be back tomorrow to finish.
Love,
Brad

~End~

“Damn things,” Hank muttered and glanced at himself in the mirror. He ran his hands along his thighs and sighed softly as the silk slid along his skin. He was definitely beginning to understand why Emma wore them to bed.

And why she and Pavel convinced him to wear them today. He just wished it was darker outside. He felt silly. And a tiny bit confused about the holes in the front and the back. Yes, he had a very good idea why the holes were there, one was directly over his ass and the other fit nicely over his cock and balls. What confused him was the thought of Pavel having these and the fact that he didn’t know about it.

“You look sexy.”

Hank turned and laughed softly. “I’m wearing silk stockings,” he muttered. “How sexy can I possibly look?”

“Good enough to eat,” Pavel answered easily and glanced at Emma. “What you think?”

“I think we need to buy more,” she replied and slowly looked down Hank’s body, her gaze lingering on his dick.

“I think you two are going to drive me insane,” Hank whispered.

“I think you need to wear your stockings,” Pavel said softly and kissed Emma’s neck. “Let him inside you while the silk rubs together. It be hot.”

“What are you wearing?” Emma moaned and looked at Hank.

“I wear lube,” Pavel smirked. “And Hank.”

Hank laughed softly. “I still feel weird wearing stockings,” he remarked. “Aren’t these, ya know, for women?”

“Em,” Pavel said, his voice thick with desire as Hank ran his hands along the black silk again. “Put on yours. I make Hank understand that they hot.” She nodded and walked out of the room as Pavel moved closer to Hank. “You like this,” he commented and leaned down, running his tongue up the inside of Hank’s leg.

“Pav,” Hank gasped as the moisture slowly seeped through the silk.

“I tell you that you like,” Pavel grinned. He licked along Hank’s balls, careful not to touch any of the skin that wasn’t covered with the silk. “You want to wait for Em?” he whispered.

“N-no,” Hank moaned and spread his legs farther apart. “I want you to finish. Start, I mean.”

Pavel nodded and ran his hands along Hank’s legs. The silk rubbed against his skin, pulling gently on the coarse hair and the calluses on Pavel’s palms, as he worked his way higher. “You sexy like this,” he moaned and kissed Hank deeply.

“I’m wearing women’s underwear,” Hank gasped when they pulled apart.

“I know,” Pavel laughed and wrapped his hand around Hank’s leaking erection. “But you seem to enjoy it.”

“You do too,” Hank groaned as he arched up slightly.

"I am," Pavel confirmed. He brushed his thumb of the tip of Hank's dick, spreading the precome around.

“Pav,” Hank whimpered, his dick twitching at Pavel’s touch. “Please?”

“Please what?” Pavel asked quietly, his gaze on Hank’s dick as he ran his fingers along the edge of the silk, right behind Hank’s balls. “What you want?”

“I want to know why in the hell I waited so long to wear these damn stockings,” he gasped and wrapped his hands in Pavel’s hair, kissing him again. “I love you. I must. I’m wearing women’s underwear for you.”

Pavel laughed “I love you too,” he said softly and pressed his erection into Hank’s thigh. “And I going to love fucking you in those.”
~End~

Emma looked around, her eyes wide and her breathing heavy as she watched him pull off the remainder of her panties.

“You’re a tease,” he hissed and forced her legs apart. “And I’ve told you about teasing me.”

“Please,” she gasped, her eyes blinking closed. “Please … please no.”

“Yes,” he growled and grabbed her knees. She barely had time to realize she had forced her legs back together before they were forced apart again. “Yes,” he said again.

“I promise,” she said and tried to pull away from him. “I promise I won’t tease you again.”

“Liar,” he snapped and rolled the condom onto his erection. She whimpered as his hands grabbed her hips and held her still.

“Snälla,” she whimpered and shook her head. “Please. Please don’t.”

He grabbed her hands, holding them above her head, and swiftly pushed into her. He grunted, groaning as he leaned close to her ear. She could feel him inside her, thick and heavy, as he pounded into her body. “Please,” she said weakly as her body betrayed her and arched toward him. “Please don’t.” She wasn’t sure if she was talking to him – or to herself – but neither was working. Her body was reaching toward his as he continued to move inside her.

When his hands came up and tangled in her hair, pulling sharply, she felt tears spring to her eyes. “No,” she sobbed and tried to pull away from him. But it was no use. He was too strong. Too determined to finish what he was doing to care. Not like he would care anyway, she thought as the grunting returned next to her ear. He pulled her hips toward him and she could feel his dick pulse as he hissed his release.

“You okay?” he breathed.

“You pulled my hair,” Emma said and struggled to move her head.

“Sorry,” he said softly and kissed her temple.

“Don’t you understand?” she said and wrapped her leg around his. “A rape fantasy don’t involve you apologizing.”

“You didn’t say stanna,” he pointed out.

“I didn’t want you to stop,” she assured him. “But this is kinda going against what we planned.”

“And?”

“And if you’re going to do that, you could at least let me come,” she whispered and kissed him softly.

“Nah,” Hank said and laughed. “That’s the real torture. Not letting you come.”

“Jerk,” she muttered and smiled. “That was amazing until you asked if I was okay.”

“Sorry,” he promised and rolled, pulling her on top of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Maybe next time,” she sighed and kissed his neck.

Hank laughed again and nodded. “Next time I won’t ask if you’re okay and I’ll also try not to pull your hair.”

“Gee,” she said teasingly, “that makes it so much more realistic. A rapist that’s afraid to pull the girl’s hair.”

He continued to laugh and pulled the blanket over them. “I won’t disappoint,” he whispered and kissed her forehead. “Thank you for trusting me with your fantasies.”

She smiled and cuddled closer to him. “You still have to tell me yours,” she encouraged.

“Later,” he said and tightened his hold. She nodded and closed her eyes. Even with the blunder toward the end, that was exactly what she wanted. A rape fantasy with the perfect ending of her Hank rescuing her.

~End~

“Snälla,” Hank pleaded. “Snälla Pavel.”

“You know I not understand that,” Pavel chastised gently as he spread more lube onto his hand.

“P-please,” Hank said, reverting to English.

“Пожалуйста,” Pavel grinned and poked Hank with his free hand.

“Yeah,” Hank agreed with a moan. “Snälla. Please. Пожалуйста.”

“Please what?” Pavel asked and licked along Hank’s ear.

“More,” Hank requested. “I want more.”

“Больше?” Pavel asked with a teasing grin. “Вы хотите больше?”

“Stop,” Hank growled and pushed back toward Pavel’s hand. “Stop teasing me. You know I can hardly understand you. All I got was more.”

“Больше,” Pavel agreed and pushed another finger inside his lover’s hole, stretching him more.

“knulla,” Hank whispered with a teasing smirk.

“Okay,” Pavel said after a second. “No more. We speak like this.”

“Yes,” Hank moaned and arched up when Pavel accidentally pressed against his prostate. “I think I can do that,” he admitted and pushed back toward his lover’s hand.

“You want more,” Pavel breathed in his ear after a few more minutes. “I give you lot more.” Hank could hear the lube opening again and wondered what Pavel had planned just before he felt the pressure on his hole, stretching him wide. “Trust me,” his lover whispered. “доверяйте мне.”

“I trust you,” Hank said honestly and took a deep breath. It quickly turned into a soft hiss as he felt the pressure return to his hole. “What are you doing?” he whispered, struggling to remain still.

“I give you more,” Pavel said and Hank could hear the smile in his voice. “I give you more. Make you full.”

“Full?” Hank repeated nervously.

“Yes. I use fist,” Pavel said and sucked gently behind Hank’s ear. “No worry. You love this.”

Hank nodded and pushed back again. “Okay,” he agreed. “I – I’m willing to try as long as you go slow.”

“I will,” Pavel said, his voice quiet and calm. “Breath slowly,” he encouraged and Hank could feel the pressure again. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and moaned as the blunt object – Pavel’s hand he reminded himself – was accepted into his body.

“Oh fuck,” Hank gasped. He arched farther up; pushing his ass higher in the air as Pavel slowly started moving his arm.

“You okay?”

Hank nodded. “I fine,” he whispered and tried to clench lightly around Pavel’s wrist. “Move. Please?”

“You let me know if this start to hurt,” Pavel said gently and continued to move his arm, twisting his hand as Hank started to moan.

“I will,” Hank promised, his words coming in short gasps as he struggled to breath. He had never had his lover’s whole hand in his ass before and – even thought it stung. Badly – he didn’t want it to end. He had never felt this full – this alive – and he wanted to feel it again.

He cried out happily when Pavel pushed against his prostate, allowing himself a second to wonder just who the other man had done this to before. “You’re too good at this,” he finally said, once he found his voice.

“I just want to make you happy,” Pavel admitted and kissed the back of Hank’s neck as he continued to slowly move his hand, each time dragging a low moan from Hank’s lips.

“It working,” Hank assured him. He stayed as still as he could, not wanting to risk hurting himself, and enjoyed the sensations Pavel was causing throughout his body.

“Then I work on making you come,” Pavel whispered as Hank felt the pressure return to his prostate.

“You won’t have to work hard,” Hank gasped, the sound turning into a loud moan as Pavel’s arm started moving again. “Pav – Pasha,” he whimpered unable to stop himself from pushing back toward his lover.

“That’s it,” Pavel encouraged. “любите Вас,” he whispered and kissed Hank’s back.

“älskar dig,” Hank replied and pushed back again. “Touch me,” he pleaded, the feeling becoming too much and his need to come overwhelming him. Pavel did as ordered, his fingers ghosting across Hank’s balls before sliding up his length. He cried out, jerking forward and then back, as his orgasm rocked through his body.

“So sexy,” Pavel whispered and kissed Hank’s back again. “Take deep breath and let out slowly. I remove my arm.”

Hank nodded and exhaled slowly. He immediately missed the sense of being full as Pavel removed his hand. “You do that again?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes,” Pavel agreed. “I do again.”

“Soon?”

“After you score first goal,” Pavel said and turned Hank around, kissing him softly.

“I’ll score the first goal of the season,” Hank whispered confidently.

~End~

Translations:
Snälla - Please
Пожалуйста - Please
Больше? Вы хотите больше - More? You want more?
knulla - More
доверяйте мне - Trust me
любите Вас - Love you
älskar dig - Love you

“I had no idea you wanted this,” Chris whispered and ran a hand down Hank’s chest.

“I had no idea you were into this,” Hank moaned. “Does Jenna know?”

“Of course,” Chris promised and flipped the button of Hank’s jeans undone. “She took Emma shopping. They’ll be gone at least three hours.”

“It’s gonna take you three hours to blow me?” Hank asked with an amused smile.

“No,” Chris confessed. “But I might do it twice.”

“Twice?” Hank repeated as Chris pushed his boxers down.

“Is that?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I touch it?”

“Sure.”

Chris grinned and reached down, running a finger along the silver bar in the tip of Hank’s dick. “How long have you had this?”

“Got it when I was eighteen,” Hank answered and shivered as Chris ran his finger along the ball. “You like it?”

“Don’t know,” Chris confessed. “I’ve never seen one before.”

“You see one now,” Hank said with a teasing grin. “What are you going to do with it?”

Chris laughed and leaned down. He licked along the piercing before taking Hank’s erection into his mouth and sucking lightly.

“Fuck,” Hank gasped, jerking slightly toward Chris’ mouth. “You’re too good at this. Almost as good as Em.”

Hank could feel the vibrations of Chris’ laughter around his dick and moving through his body as he moaned again. He could feel the other man’s tongue move along his piercing and he jerked.

“You’re going to make me come,” he said in a rush of words as he struggled to take a deep breath.

“Then come,” Chris said easily. He took Hank’s balls in his hand and began rubbing them slowly as he continued to suck on Hank’s dick. He was getting closer each time the goalie swallowed around him and he absently wondered exactly how many guys Chris had sucked off.

The thought was soon interrupted as he felt a finger pressing against his entrance. Reaching back, Hank scrambled for something to hold onto and moaned in relief when his hands connected with the counter, providing him enough support to stay upright while he watched his blond teammate suck his dick.

“Love the bar,” Chris whispered, his voice husky, as he flicked the end of the piercing with his tongue and pushed the tip of his finger inside Hank.

“Fuck,” Hank shouted as he jerked forward. He came with a strangled moan, almost surprised with the intensity of his release, and watched as Chris moaned around his pulsing dick, sucking the last of his come out of his body.

“Fuck,” he repeated. “That was hot.”

Chris smiled coyly as he stood. He wrapped his hands in Hank’s hair and pulled the slightly taller man down for a kiss. Hank went willingly, his arms circling the other man’s waist as they moved closer together.

He made a small sound of surprise when Chris coaxed his mouth open and pushed his come into his mouth. That was something he’d never done before and, by the way his sensitive dick jumped, he wasn’t going to have to talk Emma into trying it. He pulled Chris tighter against him as he deepened the kiss, determined to get the last of his release before Chris could swallow.

“Wow,” Chris breathed when they parted.

“Yeah,” Hank agreed. “You sure I can’t sneak into your room on the road?”

“As long as you use enough lube,” Chris grinned and winked. “I’ll see you on the first road game.”

“I’ll be there,” Hank breathed as Chris pulled his jeans up and fastened them. “You’re amazing.”

“I know,” Chris smiled and kissed him lightly. “Jenna and the girls will be back soon. I don’t want to explain this to Sydney and Mackenzie.” He rubbed Hank’s spent dick softly. “But Jenn might want to watch next time.”

“Em too,” Hank moaned and kissed Chris again. He owed both their wives something nice.

~End~