Welcome to Canada - Part 4 of a series
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2minsforslashingTitle: Welcome to Canada – Part 4 of a series
Author: backiefan
Team: St. John's Fog Devils...at first...then Flyers/Sharks
Pairing: Mario Kempe/Timo Pielmeier
Rating: Ummm...R...or should it be X for sexual content?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, don't sue. All is fake as far as I know!
Summary: Alcohol lowers inhibitions and leads to a night of fun, and a morning of regret...
Notes: I will bring in other teammates and other real people as the situation requires. Not beta’d. And so far the story takes place in the 2007-2008 season. Brief mention of Nick Layton and Pat O'Keefe.
Also, I’d like to thank staalswife11 for her ideas during a brainstorming session we had!
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Thank goodness they have Heineken available or Timo is sure that he’d be sick from the swill they try to pass off as beer here. After one mouthful of Bud Light he knew that there was no way he was going to drink that. It doesn’t matter to him that the imported stuff costs more, it just tastes right to him and that is what matters most.
But somewhere through the night he has lost track of how many bottles he’s drank. Not that he cares because he’s have a great time. And those couple of kisses he planted on Mario’s cheek? Well, he can always blame those on being drunk. Which he most certainly is. But the alcohol lowers his inhibitions and allows him to admit to himself that he is attracted to the handsome Swede. Too bad he can’t act on it. Not here in this town where the hockey players are all manly men who have sex with random girls just because they can. Well, to hear Nick talk about it you’d think that is the way it is.
When the club lights flicker on he knows that it’s time to go…but where is Mario? Oh, there he is over talking to Pat and some blonde girl. “Mario? Go home now?” he asks in heavily accented English, a huge grin plastered on his face.
When he hears his name Mario looks up to see a very drunk German wobbling on his feet before him. If the flushed cheeks and nose weren’t evidence enough of Timo being plastered, the almost closed eyes do. “Okay, wagget, we go home,” Mario says as he puts a hand out to steady Timo. And then it dawns on him. “Does your billet family know you are drinking tonight, Pille?”
Not many people really use that nickname for him and Timo smiles as he works on comprehending the English words. And then he suddenly feels a bit more sober as he realizes that he is going to get in shit if he shows up drunk at his billet home. “No,” he gasps. “Trouble if…if I home drunk…”
Mario sighs and tries to think about how to handle this little situation. It doesn’t look like Pat is heading home yet with how he’s sucking face with Danielle, so it is up to Mario to deal with Timo.
“You come to my place,” Mario says finally before finishing up his bottle of Smirnoff Ice. “My billet family isn’t home tonight so nobody will know. Do we walk or split a taxi, Timo?”
In the end the two of them end up in a taxi, Timo being poured into the back seat for the trip home. Once at the house Mario leads a loudly giggling German boy up the stairs to his bedroom. “You’ll have to sleep in your boxers, Timo,” Mario says with a sigh when he realizes that he has nothing clean that would fit the grinning drunk. “I forgot to do laundry.”
Apparently Timo doesn’t mind because Mario is treated to the sight of an expanse of bare skin as Timo strips off his jeans and t-shirt. And as much as Mario honestly wouldn’t mind he stops his friend from removing his boxers too. That would make things truly awkward, especially seeing as how they’re going to be sharing his bed tonight. If there was a way for him to get away with using the guest room tonight Mario would, but apparently it’s one of those show rooms that don’t get used for some reason. Damn.
Stripping down to his own boxers Mario tries to keep his mind off of the fact that Timo is nearly naked and in his bed. It would be so tempting to take advantage of his drunken friend right now but Mario isn’t like that. It just isn’t his style. Besides, he likes his bed partners willing and…woah… “Uh, Timo? What are you doing?” he asks, his voice suddenly going up an octave or two.
“Helping,” is all Timo says as he licks his lips, settling behind Mario so he can better access what lies under a flimsy layer of material. “You like?”
Mario groans as Timo’s fingers slip into the opening of his boxers, the smooth hand wrapping around his semi-hard length. Shit yes, he likes! But… “Timo, you’re drunk,” he says as he shifts unconsciously to give the other man slightly easier access. “This…oh jesus…”
As drunk as he is at the moment Timo knows this is what he wants. Mario. All to himself. “No, Timo…or Pille. Not Jesus,” Timo says, a grin on his face as he realizes that Mario isn’t doing anything to stop him. In the morning they can blame being drunk, but right now Timo knows what he wants – Mario’s body pressed against his as they move against each other.
It doesn’t take much convincing to get Mario out of his boxers, his erection freed from its cotton trap and when Timo wraps his lips around the tip of it Mario is sure that he’s died and gone to heaven. How many times has he enacted just this little scene in the shower? And it seems that Timo isn’t exactly new to sucking cock either as he moves his tongue expertly along Mario’s dick, taking him as far down his throat as he can.
“Jag kommer att cum,” Mario pants as he grasps a handful of Timo’s dirty blond hair. “Not yet…not yet…”
Even without the English Timo understands what Mario said. The slight tightening of Mario’s balls against his chin was a good indication, and while Timo doesn’t entirely mind swallowing he is glad that he won’t have to tonight. Instead he pulls back and lets Mario’s cock hang in his face for a moment before being pulled to his feet and having his lips crushed in an intense kiss as their cocks are pressed together.
As tantalizing as the mingled pressure and friction are Mario wants Timo’s sweet goalie ass. And judging by how quickly Timo gets on his hands and knees on the bed it would seem that he does too. Taking out supplies that he had stored in his sock drawer, condoms and lube he never expected to need here, Mario kneels before Timo to spread the German’s ass cheeks to run a tongue along the puckered hole that greets him there.
Timo’s shudder at that slight contact causes Mario to smile, and the pleading note in the man’s face as he whimpers, “Please, Mario! Want you bad bad…” almost has him shoving himself in dry. But no, that is just not right or safe.
Squirting a little of the strawberry lube onto his finger Mario slowly starts working Timo open. With more lube comes another finger, scissoring Timo’s tight ass open more until Mario is sure that the goalie can take him inside. Quickly putting a condom on and stroking his lube covered hand along his own length Mario steadies himself for his first entry. “Are you sure, Pille?” he asks, the tip of his cock resting just at the opening.
With a sudden surge of his hips back Timo impales himself on Mario but he knows that the Swede isn’t fully in him yet. “Am sure,” he says. “Please, Mario? Am ready…”
Well, he’s not about to turn back now so Mario slides himself further in, stopping to let Timo adjust before slowly starting to thrust, pressing against that gland that makes a male orgasm spectacular. “So tight,” Mario pants as he thrusts in and out while he picks up speed, Timo pressing against him and matching rhythm.
Pressing his chest to Timo’s back Mario rests for a moment before sliding out and using his hands to indicate what he wants. Once Timo is on his back Mario holds Timo’s legs up as he presses into him once again. This position gives Mario better access to Timo’s neglected erection. In time with his thrusts he uses his still slick hand to pump Timo’s cock before finally letting the friction of their bodies do the rest.
Timo cries out wordlessly as he orgasms, his cum oozing in spurts on both his and Mario’s chest as they lay together. Mario is still thrusting and soon his actions grow urgent as he works towards his release finally. Grasping Timo’s legs and holding them apart Mario thrusts savagely as he buries himself as deep as he can in Timo’s ass.
Feeling the jerk of Mario’s cock inside of him Timo grins as he watches Mario’s face contort while riding an orgasm. Then, as Mario supports himself on his arms, Timo reaches up and tugs the Swede down so their chests are pressed against each other as they bask in the after-sex glow.
* * * * *
In the morning Mario wakes up with a smile on his face in remembrance of what he and Timo did last night. But what he doesn’t expect is to find Timo sitting in the chair across from him with a look of regret on his face.
“No tell anybody,” Timo says as he looks down at his feet. “Mario…I sorry. Me, not that way…liked it…but no happen again.”
Mario wants to tell Timo that no straight man sucks cock like Timo had last night, but he doesn’t get the chance because the other man is up and running out of the house.
So much for a good morning.
Author: backiefan
Team: St. John's Fog Devils...at first...then Flyers/Sharks
Pairing: Mario Kempe/Timo Pielmeier
Rating: Ummm...R...or should it be X for sexual content?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, don't sue. All is fake as far as I know!
Summary: Alcohol lowers inhibitions and leads to a night of fun, and a morning of regret...
Notes: I will bring in other teammates and other real people as the situation requires. Not beta’d. And so far the story takes place in the 2007-2008 season. Brief mention of Nick Layton and Pat O'Keefe.
Also, I’d like to thank staalswife11 for her ideas during a brainstorming session we had!
* * * * *
Thank goodness they have Heineken available or Timo is sure that he’d be sick from the swill they try to pass off as beer here. After one mouthful of Bud Light he knew that there was no way he was going to drink that. It doesn’t matter to him that the imported stuff costs more, it just tastes right to him and that is what matters most.
But somewhere through the night he has lost track of how many bottles he’s drank. Not that he cares because he’s have a great time. And those couple of kisses he planted on Mario’s cheek? Well, he can always blame those on being drunk. Which he most certainly is. But the alcohol lowers his inhibitions and allows him to admit to himself that he is attracted to the handsome Swede. Too bad he can’t act on it. Not here in this town where the hockey players are all manly men who have sex with random girls just because they can. Well, to hear Nick talk about it you’d think that is the way it is.
When the club lights flicker on he knows that it’s time to go…but where is Mario? Oh, there he is over talking to Pat and some blonde girl. “Mario? Go home now?” he asks in heavily accented English, a huge grin plastered on his face.
When he hears his name Mario looks up to see a very drunk German wobbling on his feet before him. If the flushed cheeks and nose weren’t evidence enough of Timo being plastered, the almost closed eyes do. “Okay, wagget, we go home,” Mario says as he puts a hand out to steady Timo. And then it dawns on him. “Does your billet family know you are drinking tonight, Pille?”
Not many people really use that nickname for him and Timo smiles as he works on comprehending the English words. And then he suddenly feels a bit more sober as he realizes that he is going to get in shit if he shows up drunk at his billet home. “No,” he gasps. “Trouble if…if I home drunk…”
Mario sighs and tries to think about how to handle this little situation. It doesn’t look like Pat is heading home yet with how he’s sucking face with Danielle, so it is up to Mario to deal with Timo.
“You come to my place,” Mario says finally before finishing up his bottle of Smirnoff Ice. “My billet family isn’t home tonight so nobody will know. Do we walk or split a taxi, Timo?”
In the end the two of them end up in a taxi, Timo being poured into the back seat for the trip home. Once at the house Mario leads a loudly giggling German boy up the stairs to his bedroom. “You’ll have to sleep in your boxers, Timo,” Mario says with a sigh when he realizes that he has nothing clean that would fit the grinning drunk. “I forgot to do laundry.”
Apparently Timo doesn’t mind because Mario is treated to the sight of an expanse of bare skin as Timo strips off his jeans and t-shirt. And as much as Mario honestly wouldn’t mind he stops his friend from removing his boxers too. That would make things truly awkward, especially seeing as how they’re going to be sharing his bed tonight. If there was a way for him to get away with using the guest room tonight Mario would, but apparently it’s one of those show rooms that don’t get used for some reason. Damn.
Stripping down to his own boxers Mario tries to keep his mind off of the fact that Timo is nearly naked and in his bed. It would be so tempting to take advantage of his drunken friend right now but Mario isn’t like that. It just isn’t his style. Besides, he likes his bed partners willing and…woah… “Uh, Timo? What are you doing?” he asks, his voice suddenly going up an octave or two.
“Helping,” is all Timo says as he licks his lips, settling behind Mario so he can better access what lies under a flimsy layer of material. “You like?”
Mario groans as Timo’s fingers slip into the opening of his boxers, the smooth hand wrapping around his semi-hard length. Shit yes, he likes! But… “Timo, you’re drunk,” he says as he shifts unconsciously to give the other man slightly easier access. “This…oh jesus…”
As drunk as he is at the moment Timo knows this is what he wants. Mario. All to himself. “No, Timo…or Pille. Not Jesus,” Timo says, a grin on his face as he realizes that Mario isn’t doing anything to stop him. In the morning they can blame being drunk, but right now Timo knows what he wants – Mario’s body pressed against his as they move against each other.
It doesn’t take much convincing to get Mario out of his boxers, his erection freed from its cotton trap and when Timo wraps his lips around the tip of it Mario is sure that he’s died and gone to heaven. How many times has he enacted just this little scene in the shower? And it seems that Timo isn’t exactly new to sucking cock either as he moves his tongue expertly along Mario’s dick, taking him as far down his throat as he can.
“Jag kommer att cum,” Mario pants as he grasps a handful of Timo’s dirty blond hair. “Not yet…not yet…”
Even without the English Timo understands what Mario said. The slight tightening of Mario’s balls against his chin was a good indication, and while Timo doesn’t entirely mind swallowing he is glad that he won’t have to tonight. Instead he pulls back and lets Mario’s cock hang in his face for a moment before being pulled to his feet and having his lips crushed in an intense kiss as their cocks are pressed together.
As tantalizing as the mingled pressure and friction are Mario wants Timo’s sweet goalie ass. And judging by how quickly Timo gets on his hands and knees on the bed it would seem that he does too. Taking out supplies that he had stored in his sock drawer, condoms and lube he never expected to need here, Mario kneels before Timo to spread the German’s ass cheeks to run a tongue along the puckered hole that greets him there.
Timo’s shudder at that slight contact causes Mario to smile, and the pleading note in the man’s face as he whimpers, “Please, Mario! Want you bad bad…” almost has him shoving himself in dry. But no, that is just not right or safe.
Squirting a little of the strawberry lube onto his finger Mario slowly starts working Timo open. With more lube comes another finger, scissoring Timo’s tight ass open more until Mario is sure that the goalie can take him inside. Quickly putting a condom on and stroking his lube covered hand along his own length Mario steadies himself for his first entry. “Are you sure, Pille?” he asks, the tip of his cock resting just at the opening.
With a sudden surge of his hips back Timo impales himself on Mario but he knows that the Swede isn’t fully in him yet. “Am sure,” he says. “Please, Mario? Am ready…”
Well, he’s not about to turn back now so Mario slides himself further in, stopping to let Timo adjust before slowly starting to thrust, pressing against that gland that makes a male orgasm spectacular. “So tight,” Mario pants as he thrusts in and out while he picks up speed, Timo pressing against him and matching rhythm.
Pressing his chest to Timo’s back Mario rests for a moment before sliding out and using his hands to indicate what he wants. Once Timo is on his back Mario holds Timo’s legs up as he presses into him once again. This position gives Mario better access to Timo’s neglected erection. In time with his thrusts he uses his still slick hand to pump Timo’s cock before finally letting the friction of their bodies do the rest.
Timo cries out wordlessly as he orgasms, his cum oozing in spurts on both his and Mario’s chest as they lay together. Mario is still thrusting and soon his actions grow urgent as he works towards his release finally. Grasping Timo’s legs and holding them apart Mario thrusts savagely as he buries himself as deep as he can in Timo’s ass.
Feeling the jerk of Mario’s cock inside of him Timo grins as he watches Mario’s face contort while riding an orgasm. Then, as Mario supports himself on his arms, Timo reaches up and tugs the Swede down so their chests are pressed against each other as they bask in the after-sex glow.
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In the morning Mario wakes up with a smile on his face in remembrance of what he and Timo did last night. But what he doesn’t expect is to find Timo sitting in the chair across from him with a look of regret on his face.
“No tell anybody,” Timo says as he looks down at his feet. “Mario…I sorry. Me, not that way…liked it…but no happen again.”
Mario wants to tell Timo that no straight man sucks cock like Timo had last night, but he doesn’t get the chance because the other man is up and running out of the house.
So much for a good morning.
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Date: 2008-10-28 12:19 am (UTC)Make them happy.
Wonderful job, I love this! Please, more soon!
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