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2minsforslashingTitle: In your debt
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bhavna_grint
Pairing: Matt Stajan/Luke Schenn
Raiting: nc-17 for sexual content and language.
Author's note: It's not beta'd, so don't kill me for grammatical errors XD And this has been my muse for a few days, but I wrote it on the suggestion ofbkm5191 :))
Disclaimer: NOT MINE, BUT HOLY HELL DO I EVER WISH THEY WERE!
Matty's POV
The locker room was crowded with reporters buzzing around Luke. He had come a long way in his very short NHL career, and a part of it was due to me. The kid had been following me around on the ice, and soon as anyone tried to mess with me, this kid seemed ready to drop the gloves. He hadn't been successful--until tonight. Chris Neil fucking went against me knee-on-knee and nothing was called. As if on cue, Luke dropped his gloves and beat the shit out of him. I had to say, I was in awe. He had stood up for me, and he did it well. It wasn't just some pussy-ass hit--It was a full blown ass-kicking. No one had dome anything like that for me since the Tie Domi days. I was indebted to him.
A reporter from Sportsnet came up to me next, and of course his questions pertained to Luke Schenn--my hero of the hour.
"So, Matt, you have your personal bodyguard, eh?" he asked. I smirked and replied.
"I don't know, maybe," I started. "I've been taking him to dinner and driving him to practices. He must like me or something..." That met the room with laughter. Another reporter thrust his mic towards me.
"I suppose we'll see Schenn protecting you for the duration of his stay, Matt?" I grinned again.
"He just stood by me and went to bat for me. That's a sign of true spirit. He's just being a good teammate," everyone was taking in what I was saying with a great deal of interest. "I would love to return the favour... That is, if anyone could knock him down," I said with a wink. Again, the room exploded with laughter. I guess I was getting good with my humour with the media.
After several more questions like that, we were finally all left to clean up and celebrate. I thinkw e had decided on the Brunny to keep it low-key. It was really only university kids up there, and they were relatively our age, it kept us grounded. We also didn't feel like driving us into debt early in the season by going to some upscale, dressy, bullshit place uptown. Since I was Luke's ride to the arena today, we were gonna ride up together, and since he was the man of the hour, we were also the last people to get ready.
Hollweg was getting impatient waiting for us. "Staj, Schenner, just come up later. We'll meet you there!" he yelled as he left the locker room. With that, we were the only ones left.
I had already showered, and was getting my boxers on when Luke came out of the showers. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. It was true I had taken him under my wing and was helping him out, but his enthusiasm for the game and excitement to be in this league brought out this glow in me. I didn't know how, but when I was around him, I felt like that 19 year old rookie again. But when I was that fresh, I hadn't made nearly as big of an impression on anyone like he had. And most definitely, no was indebted to me like I was to him. I had to express my grattitude somehow, and I didn't think anyone would be knocking this kid over anytime soon.
I went over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I just wanted to say thanks, again," I said with a smile. He grinned back, turning to face me.
"It was nothing! You're such a vital part of this team, and you've been the best to me, so really, it was nothing!" he said with ferver. I nodded.
"I know, but I still wish there was something I could do..." I said. Luke grinned.
"Well, why don't you think about something and get back to me...?" he said with this glint in his eye as he stroked my arm lightly. I had no dishonourable intentions with what I said, but now, I wasn't so sure by his body language. I guess this was one way to pay my thanks...
With a breath, I placed my hand at his waist and looked into his eyes. "I can do something..." I said, sliding to my knees in front of him. He was still grinning. Looks like I took the right approach.
"Oh really?" he said as I took his towel aside and put it aside. I nodded as I took his shaft in my hands and stroked gently.
"Oh yes..." I smirked as I kept stroking, gaining speed after a while. Luke bit his lip and leaned back against his headrest.
"Mmmkay..." he groaned slightly as took my hand off of him and leaned in. My tongue probed him. I kept my eyes on him to watch his reactions. Groans were escaping his throat when I finally took him part way in. "Fuuck!"
I grazed my teeth ever so lightly over him, making him squirm a little. I had to place my hands on his hips to keep him still. I went back to work on him, taking him deeper and deeper. Eventually we had our own rhythm, and his groans got louder and louder.
"Fuck, Matt..." he groaned louder. "I'm fucking close..." he said, biting his lip. He ran his hand through my hair, making them stick up all over the place. Fuck, my hair was still wet... when it dried I'd look like a freaking blonde Carrot Top.
I kept my pace, and my hands drifted down to his balls, cupping them with slight pressure. This only made Luke scream out louder. Thank God, no one was in the locker room right now, otherwise we'd be in huge trouble.
I sped up a little and Luke arched his back with a final cry of, "Oh fuck!" before coming in my mouth. I pulled off and took all he gave me, before standing up. Luke had sat down on the bench, and I sat down beside him. He was still panting for breath, but he was grinning at me.
"Consider your debt, paid..."
Author:
bhavna_grintPairing: Matt Stajan/Luke Schenn
Raiting: nc-17 for sexual content and language.
Author's note: It's not beta'd, so don't kill me for grammatical errors XD And this has been my muse for a few days, but I wrote it on the suggestion of
bkm5191 :))Disclaimer: NOT MINE, BUT HOLY HELL DO I EVER WISH THEY WERE!
Matty's POV
The locker room was crowded with reporters buzzing around Luke. He had come a long way in his very short NHL career, and a part of it was due to me. The kid had been following me around on the ice, and soon as anyone tried to mess with me, this kid seemed ready to drop the gloves. He hadn't been successful--until tonight. Chris Neil fucking went against me knee-on-knee and nothing was called. As if on cue, Luke dropped his gloves and beat the shit out of him. I had to say, I was in awe. He had stood up for me, and he did it well. It wasn't just some pussy-ass hit--It was a full blown ass-kicking. No one had dome anything like that for me since the Tie Domi days. I was indebted to him.
A reporter from Sportsnet came up to me next, and of course his questions pertained to Luke Schenn--my hero of the hour.
"So, Matt, you have your personal bodyguard, eh?" he asked. I smirked and replied.
"I don't know, maybe," I started. "I've been taking him to dinner and driving him to practices. He must like me or something..." That met the room with laughter. Another reporter thrust his mic towards me.
"I suppose we'll see Schenn protecting you for the duration of his stay, Matt?" I grinned again.
"He just stood by me and went to bat for me. That's a sign of true spirit. He's just being a good teammate," everyone was taking in what I was saying with a great deal of interest. "I would love to return the favour... That is, if anyone could knock him down," I said with a wink. Again, the room exploded with laughter. I guess I was getting good with my humour with the media.
After several more questions like that, we were finally all left to clean up and celebrate. I thinkw e had decided on the Brunny to keep it low-key. It was really only university kids up there, and they were relatively our age, it kept us grounded. We also didn't feel like driving us into debt early in the season by going to some upscale, dressy, bullshit place uptown. Since I was Luke's ride to the arena today, we were gonna ride up together, and since he was the man of the hour, we were also the last people to get ready.
Hollweg was getting impatient waiting for us. "Staj, Schenner, just come up later. We'll meet you there!" he yelled as he left the locker room. With that, we were the only ones left.
I had already showered, and was getting my boxers on when Luke came out of the showers. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. It was true I had taken him under my wing and was helping him out, but his enthusiasm for the game and excitement to be in this league brought out this glow in me. I didn't know how, but when I was around him, I felt like that 19 year old rookie again. But when I was that fresh, I hadn't made nearly as big of an impression on anyone like he had. And most definitely, no was indebted to me like I was to him. I had to express my grattitude somehow, and I didn't think anyone would be knocking this kid over anytime soon.
I went over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I just wanted to say thanks, again," I said with a smile. He grinned back, turning to face me.
"It was nothing! You're such a vital part of this team, and you've been the best to me, so really, it was nothing!" he said with ferver. I nodded.
"I know, but I still wish there was something I could do..." I said. Luke grinned.
"Well, why don't you think about something and get back to me...?" he said with this glint in his eye as he stroked my arm lightly. I had no dishonourable intentions with what I said, but now, I wasn't so sure by his body language. I guess this was one way to pay my thanks...
With a breath, I placed my hand at his waist and looked into his eyes. "I can do something..." I said, sliding to my knees in front of him. He was still grinning. Looks like I took the right approach.
"Oh really?" he said as I took his towel aside and put it aside. I nodded as I took his shaft in my hands and stroked gently.
"Oh yes..." I smirked as I kept stroking, gaining speed after a while. Luke bit his lip and leaned back against his headrest.
"Mmmkay..." he groaned slightly as took my hand off of him and leaned in. My tongue probed him. I kept my eyes on him to watch his reactions. Groans were escaping his throat when I finally took him part way in. "Fuuck!"
I grazed my teeth ever so lightly over him, making him squirm a little. I had to place my hands on his hips to keep him still. I went back to work on him, taking him deeper and deeper. Eventually we had our own rhythm, and his groans got louder and louder.
"Fuck, Matt..." he groaned louder. "I'm fucking close..." he said, biting his lip. He ran his hand through my hair, making them stick up all over the place. Fuck, my hair was still wet... when it dried I'd look like a freaking blonde Carrot Top.
I kept my pace, and my hands drifted down to his balls, cupping them with slight pressure. This only made Luke scream out louder. Thank God, no one was in the locker room right now, otherwise we'd be in huge trouble.
I sped up a little and Luke arched his back with a final cry of, "Oh fuck!" before coming in my mouth. I pulled off and took all he gave me, before standing up. Luke had sat down on the bench, and I sat down beside him. He was still panting for breath, but he was grinning at me.
"Consider your debt, paid..."
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