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fic: Some Other Beginning's End 1/1 - do a player finale
TITLE: Some Other Beginning's End
AUTHOR: Frala
E-MAIL: frala at hotmail dot com
DISTRIBUTION: Just at Perchance to Dream
DISCLAIMER: I neither claim any ownership to any of the characters aside from the ones I made up. And I'm not implying anything about any of the characters in real life. Its all fiction, none of it actually happened.
RATING: NC 17 slash.
CONTINUITY: Part of the Be A Player Series. Season 2. Yes I know it ended on tv like two season ago, I kinda suck. *laughs*
CHARACTERS: Brett Lindros, Trevor Linden, Todd Bertuzzi
AN: Brett interviewed Trevor like a week after the whole Moore thing and it was the first time Trevor really talked about it on camera. So the vibe is a little different, hopefully the flow is still there.
AN2: No word on Be A Player being picked up for this season so I think we can safely assume that this is the last fic in the series. Thank you SO much to everyone who's read, enjoyed and or feedbacked it to me. I appreciate it all. So weird to think it's finally over. Also thanks to Brenn for the beta.
SUMMARY: Brett interviews Trevor but is thinking about someone else.
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I love my job.
Love when it takes me somewhere that I can see old friends and take some time and spend it hanging out with them, or fucking them senseless, whichever. I'm not that picky.
This time it's not so much old friends as friends of old friends. Bert's not even up for much company right now, let alone anything else. It was just a quick phone conversation. One of many actually, but the first one where I didn’t have to dial one before his name. And maybe the first one that I didn’t dial one and didn’t get to see him too.
It's not like I can really say I'm hurt or anything but it kinda feels that way. Fuck it; I got Trevor to interview and then a day to spend here. It's been booked a long time to have the extra day, who knows tomorrow might be different anyway.
Yeah I'm going to go with that. Hang out with Trevor tonight and see what happens.
The interview's set up at Trevor's house in his rec room. Fuck, those chairs are comfy. I kinda want to sit in it all night now. Or get some for home, or something. Nah, sitting here a while longer seems like a better use of my time.
It goes well. Trev talks about Berty which surprises me with the whole team kind of being closed mouthed about it now. I like that I'm inner circle enough to get an honest answer from him, It's one of the best interviews all year I think, or well be when the few flubs and mistakes are cleaned up.
The guys all leave and Trevor offers me a beer, sitting on the couch, his hand on my knee. He either sees how much my ass is digging this chair or there's something else. Oh fuck, captain face. Doesn’t matter that he's not the captain anymore and that he never was mine, I recognize captain face.
He smirks, realizing I guess what my thoughts are a bit. "No lecture or anything like that Brett, just wondering if you'd seen him?"
I just shake my head. Okay bugs me more than I thought. I got no reason to feel like this.
Fucking captain look.
"You wanna fuck?"
What? No wait I need to say that out loud. "What?"
Trevor chuckles and grabs the arm of my sweater, then decides better and plunks down in my lap. Fuck, he looks like a skinny guy but he weighs a ton. "I said wanna fuck? His lips graze over mine, sucking and nipping, as he shifts to straddle my hips.
Fuck me. Yeah gotta say that out loud too. "Fuck me."
"Pants off and lean over the chair." His voice is still soft but it kinda had that strength behind it where you don't even think about not doing whatever he says.
Well... I've never really thought twice ever when someone told me to bend over and get ready for some cock truth be told. But still.
Anyway me being a whore or not my pants are off and my legs are spread, wiggling my ass ready for Trevor's cock. I'm watching him close enough to be able to see it first though. Want it anyway but it's nice to know exactly... ohhh fuck I can't see him but I can feel his tongue.
"Fuck Trevor..." I can barely gasp I'm surprised he's there. It's hardly a first fuck kinda... fuck... he knows exactly what I like, how I like to be licked, sucked... fuck me, my balls are aching already. "Fuck me... now... fuck..."
So it's not the most intelligent thing I ever said, it gets his cock slammed home hard and fast into me. And fuck even if I couldn't see it before I can tell exactly how big it is now. He's buried so deep his balls are grinding to mine, his cock head working my prostate and jerking me off at the same time. He's barely gonna have to move and I'm going to be shooting my load all over this chair.
Grasping my cock tighter, Trevor pulls me up and starts kissing my neck while he fucks me, hard, deep, fast, making me scream his name, backing off each time I get close until, I'm shaking in his arms, ready to melt into a puddle at his feet or beg him.
His tongue is replaced by his teeth at just the right spot behind my ear. Bastard, I know he was fucking talking to Berty as soon as this interview was announced. Fuck, like Todd didn't have more on his mind then me... fuck.... I tense and Trevor realizes it.
He's out of me and grabbing my arm, already tugging up his jeans. "No Trevor, fuck..."
"C'mon Brett." He lets me get dressed while he's grabbing his car keys. I can see the bulge in his jeans and definitely feel the ache in my ass of being fucked so hard and then it stopping so abruptly. Even knowing it was my fault doesn’t make it any easier. He's shaking as much as I am from stopping but it's done.
I follow him out to his car and get in, telling him I'm sorry only to have it waved off. As does the suggestion that I at least give him head on the way to where ever where going. Okay I don't really get turned down, like... well fuck like ever. I'm not bragging or anything but you get a certain reputation and people want a piece of that.
Trevor grins at me, well at the expression on my face anyway or something. "Next time, I'm getting back in that ass and making you scream." He lets me out at the top of Todd's driveway and nods. "Just go. He's not going to make you leave no matter what kind of Todd grumble he gives you. You know him better than that."
Yeah. I do.
"Thanks Trev..." That gets waved off too, and Trevor leaves.
Okay so I can stick it out here and walk back...yeah right. Call a cab, or suck it up and go see him.
He answers after one knock. Fuck he looks rough, I almost don't know what to say... but I don't gotta figure anything out because he grabs me around the waist and pulls me in for a long tight hug, that gets returned just as tight.
His beard scrapes over my face, almost to the point that it hurts when he kisses me, but I don't care, fuck I needed this so bad. To be able to touch him like this, right now. He walks up the stairs, still kissing me, our tongue tangling hard, lips and teeth, clashing together.
We're at his bedroom door before reality hits my head. "Markus, Julie, kids..."
"Wife, hotel... fuck me... please..." His voice is raspy, needy, almost soft in a way I know I'm in a small group that ever gets to hear it that way.
Todd's clothes are off as quick as I can get them and he's flat on his back, my hips nestled to his so our cocks can grind together. He growls and shakes his head at the feel of my finger, his voice pleading for it now. Fuck, I grasp my cock and press it to him, gasping at how tight he is, slowly pushing into him, not stopping until his hands stop pushing at my ass.
"Now fuck me... hard Brett." His fingers are in my hair now pulling me down for a long hot kiss, softer this time, even though his hips are grinding hard and forceful against mine. He cries out as loud as I do, but still keeps the kiss sweet and gentle when I start thrusting, giving him what he wants, slamming my hips as hard as I can to his, grinding and fucking him so hard I'm grunting into you mouth.
It's over before either of us really even settles into a rhythm, gasping and moaning, his cum spurting up into the thick hair covering both out stomachs. I grind down into him, filling him with long bursts too and we're both clinging to each other gasping for air like we have been hundreds of times before.
"M'glad you came Brett." He grunts softly after a long silence. For him its sweet pillow talk.
"I'm glad you did too Berty even if we might need to be surgically removed after a while from it." I wiggle softly, his cum slowly drying between us.
He chuckles. "Fuck off you know what I mean." His arms tighten around me and he kisses me soft and slow. "Thank you."
I nod and lean in closer, kissing him back, my words muffled by his mouth. "Always Berty, no matter what okay?"
His nod is less than mine was but it was there. I know he knows it, fuck if nothing else we gotta know that about each other now. Bert's hands are back on my ass, and his eyes are closed, holding me tight to him so I can't move even though he's asleep.
Well I mean I could move, but no fucking way am I going to. I'll be on him and in him as long as he wants or needs me to be. Fuck, I owe Trevor for this. Owe him huge. So glad I got to be here for Todd, like this, fuck, like anything, but especially like this. I lean down tighter to him, lips nuzzling into his hair.
I love my job.
THE END
AUTHOR: Frala
E-MAIL: frala at hotmail dot com
DISTRIBUTION: Just at Perchance to Dream
DISCLAIMER: I neither claim any ownership to any of the characters aside from the ones I made up. And I'm not implying anything about any of the characters in real life. Its all fiction, none of it actually happened.
RATING: NC 17 slash.
CONTINUITY: Part of the Be A Player Series. Season 2. Yes I know it ended on tv like two season ago, I kinda suck. *laughs*
CHARACTERS: Brett Lindros, Trevor Linden, Todd Bertuzzi
AN: Brett interviewed Trevor like a week after the whole Moore thing and it was the first time Trevor really talked about it on camera. So the vibe is a little different, hopefully the flow is still there.
AN2: No word on Be A Player being picked up for this season so I think we can safely assume that this is the last fic in the series. Thank you SO much to everyone who's read, enjoyed and or feedbacked it to me. I appreciate it all. So weird to think it's finally over. Also thanks to Brenn for the beta.
SUMMARY: Brett interviews Trevor but is thinking about someone else.
~~
I love my job.
Love when it takes me somewhere that I can see old friends and take some time and spend it hanging out with them, or fucking them senseless, whichever. I'm not that picky.
This time it's not so much old friends as friends of old friends. Bert's not even up for much company right now, let alone anything else. It was just a quick phone conversation. One of many actually, but the first one where I didn’t have to dial one before his name. And maybe the first one that I didn’t dial one and didn’t get to see him too.
It's not like I can really say I'm hurt or anything but it kinda feels that way. Fuck it; I got Trevor to interview and then a day to spend here. It's been booked a long time to have the extra day, who knows tomorrow might be different anyway.
Yeah I'm going to go with that. Hang out with Trevor tonight and see what happens.
The interview's set up at Trevor's house in his rec room. Fuck, those chairs are comfy. I kinda want to sit in it all night now. Or get some for home, or something. Nah, sitting here a while longer seems like a better use of my time.
It goes well. Trev talks about Berty which surprises me with the whole team kind of being closed mouthed about it now. I like that I'm inner circle enough to get an honest answer from him, It's one of the best interviews all year I think, or well be when the few flubs and mistakes are cleaned up.
The guys all leave and Trevor offers me a beer, sitting on the couch, his hand on my knee. He either sees how much my ass is digging this chair or there's something else. Oh fuck, captain face. Doesn’t matter that he's not the captain anymore and that he never was mine, I recognize captain face.
He smirks, realizing I guess what my thoughts are a bit. "No lecture or anything like that Brett, just wondering if you'd seen him?"
I just shake my head. Okay bugs me more than I thought. I got no reason to feel like this.
Fucking captain look.
"You wanna fuck?"
What? No wait I need to say that out loud. "What?"
Trevor chuckles and grabs the arm of my sweater, then decides better and plunks down in my lap. Fuck, he looks like a skinny guy but he weighs a ton. "I said wanna fuck? His lips graze over mine, sucking and nipping, as he shifts to straddle my hips.
Fuck me. Yeah gotta say that out loud too. "Fuck me."
"Pants off and lean over the chair." His voice is still soft but it kinda had that strength behind it where you don't even think about not doing whatever he says.
Well... I've never really thought twice ever when someone told me to bend over and get ready for some cock truth be told. But still.
Anyway me being a whore or not my pants are off and my legs are spread, wiggling my ass ready for Trevor's cock. I'm watching him close enough to be able to see it first though. Want it anyway but it's nice to know exactly... ohhh fuck I can't see him but I can feel his tongue.
"Fuck Trevor..." I can barely gasp I'm surprised he's there. It's hardly a first fuck kinda... fuck... he knows exactly what I like, how I like to be licked, sucked... fuck me, my balls are aching already. "Fuck me... now... fuck..."
So it's not the most intelligent thing I ever said, it gets his cock slammed home hard and fast into me. And fuck even if I couldn't see it before I can tell exactly how big it is now. He's buried so deep his balls are grinding to mine, his cock head working my prostate and jerking me off at the same time. He's barely gonna have to move and I'm going to be shooting my load all over this chair.
Grasping my cock tighter, Trevor pulls me up and starts kissing my neck while he fucks me, hard, deep, fast, making me scream his name, backing off each time I get close until, I'm shaking in his arms, ready to melt into a puddle at his feet or beg him.
His tongue is replaced by his teeth at just the right spot behind my ear. Bastard, I know he was fucking talking to Berty as soon as this interview was announced. Fuck, like Todd didn't have more on his mind then me... fuck.... I tense and Trevor realizes it.
He's out of me and grabbing my arm, already tugging up his jeans. "No Trevor, fuck..."
"C'mon Brett." He lets me get dressed while he's grabbing his car keys. I can see the bulge in his jeans and definitely feel the ache in my ass of being fucked so hard and then it stopping so abruptly. Even knowing it was my fault doesn’t make it any easier. He's shaking as much as I am from stopping but it's done.
I follow him out to his car and get in, telling him I'm sorry only to have it waved off. As does the suggestion that I at least give him head on the way to where ever where going. Okay I don't really get turned down, like... well fuck like ever. I'm not bragging or anything but you get a certain reputation and people want a piece of that.
Trevor grins at me, well at the expression on my face anyway or something. "Next time, I'm getting back in that ass and making you scream." He lets me out at the top of Todd's driveway and nods. "Just go. He's not going to make you leave no matter what kind of Todd grumble he gives you. You know him better than that."
Yeah. I do.
"Thanks Trev..." That gets waved off too, and Trevor leaves.
Okay so I can stick it out here and walk back...yeah right. Call a cab, or suck it up and go see him.
He answers after one knock. Fuck he looks rough, I almost don't know what to say... but I don't gotta figure anything out because he grabs me around the waist and pulls me in for a long tight hug, that gets returned just as tight.
His beard scrapes over my face, almost to the point that it hurts when he kisses me, but I don't care, fuck I needed this so bad. To be able to touch him like this, right now. He walks up the stairs, still kissing me, our tongue tangling hard, lips and teeth, clashing together.
We're at his bedroom door before reality hits my head. "Markus, Julie, kids..."
"Wife, hotel... fuck me... please..." His voice is raspy, needy, almost soft in a way I know I'm in a small group that ever gets to hear it that way.
Todd's clothes are off as quick as I can get them and he's flat on his back, my hips nestled to his so our cocks can grind together. He growls and shakes his head at the feel of my finger, his voice pleading for it now. Fuck, I grasp my cock and press it to him, gasping at how tight he is, slowly pushing into him, not stopping until his hands stop pushing at my ass.
"Now fuck me... hard Brett." His fingers are in my hair now pulling me down for a long hot kiss, softer this time, even though his hips are grinding hard and forceful against mine. He cries out as loud as I do, but still keeps the kiss sweet and gentle when I start thrusting, giving him what he wants, slamming my hips as hard as I can to his, grinding and fucking him so hard I'm grunting into you mouth.
It's over before either of us really even settles into a rhythm, gasping and moaning, his cum spurting up into the thick hair covering both out stomachs. I grind down into him, filling him with long bursts too and we're both clinging to each other gasping for air like we have been hundreds of times before.
"M'glad you came Brett." He grunts softly after a long silence. For him its sweet pillow talk.
"I'm glad you did too Berty even if we might need to be surgically removed after a while from it." I wiggle softly, his cum slowly drying between us.
He chuckles. "Fuck off you know what I mean." His arms tighten around me and he kisses me soft and slow. "Thank you."
I nod and lean in closer, kissing him back, my words muffled by his mouth. "Always Berty, no matter what okay?"
His nod is less than mine was but it was there. I know he knows it, fuck if nothing else we gotta know that about each other now. Bert's hands are back on my ass, and his eyes are closed, holding me tight to him so I can't move even though he's asleep.
Well I mean I could move, but no fucking way am I going to. I'll be on him and in him as long as he wants or needs me to be. Fuck, I owe Trevor for this. Owe him huge. So glad I got to be here for Todd, like this, fuck, like anything, but especially like this. I lean down tighter to him, lips nuzzling into his hair.
I love my job.
THE END
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Second: Yow-za! Very hot, and nicely written.
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thank you so much, I'm glad you liked, thanks for letting me know
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aww thank you so much im gladit came off lke that I was worried *Snuggles you* thank you!! *love hard*
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It really came off perfectly. *smishes you* Welcome! *loves back*
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hee thank you *hugs* n'aw :D
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Make them bring back the show, dammit!!
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You've actually written for each and every episode, haven't you?
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yeah of the last two seasons only though!