fic: jacked about lumber 1/1

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TITLE: Jacked About Lumber
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.
TEAM: Ottawa Senators
CHARACTERS: Daniel Alfredsson, Chris Neil.
NOTE: Thanks to Brenn and Mae for the beta.
SUMMARY: So much talk of Chris being rugged in articles. *grins* So much like Todd lumberjack fic with Markus, so must Chris have his lumberjack fic with Alfie. I like Swedes and rugged Canadians as a couple with wood, haha.

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I love watching him chop wood. Okay that sounds kind of weird but whatever, I love it. Is awesome in summer when he starts out in shorts but right now in Autumn is even better. He starts out in jeans and a plaid flannel shirt that makes him look so... rugged, I want to rip it off him and fuck on top of before he even starts.

But is when he does start that is even better. Starts out with a little bit of sweat on his brow that my mouth waters to lick up, my tongue pressing to the roof of my mouth while my cock gets hard, watching it slide over his nose.

Fuck I want him... wait distracted. His back is getting wet I can tell by way his shirt is sticking to it as he swings the axe back. And even that is nothing compared to way his thigh muscles flex. The material of his jeans tightening over them making me want to sink my teeth in and make him scream.

Okay maybe is really hard to say without being distracted. But is hard to watch too, or well it makes me hard anyway. I have not even gotten started on his ass and the way the muscles from the back of his legs tensing makes it... fuck makes it sexy as hell.

When the shirt comes off is best though. All the smooth thick muscles of his stomach, his back, his chest, all stretch out and flex and ripple and... fuck, it needs to be hotter right now so I can see that. Kind of like that cartoon I watched other day where sun shines hard then wind blows hard then sun shines hard and wind bows hard and is war to see who is stronger. I do not care who is stronger I just want to see that shirt on ground.

He is getting warm now I can tell by way shirt is clinging to his back, way brow is shining even though there is not much sun. Fuck I want him. He keeps glancing at me so I unzip and slide my hand into my jeans, pulling my cock free. No underwear is something I learned to love because of him but is very good for easy access.

And when it comes to Chris is no question I am all about easy access.

My eyes have still not left him, even if I am breathing harder, and making more noise, my eyes are on him not my hand. I have to bite my lip when the shirt does come off and lands on the ground or he'd hear more than I want him to. Am not exactly being quiet but I would like to think somewhat subtle.

As subtle as you can be with your dick out of your pants and in your hand. The image of him chopping wood that was in my mind is nothing compared to the sight of him actually doing it. The way his muscles flex the tattoo on his bicep making it stretch and move... fuck... I need to pounce him.

There is a big enough pile of wood to last us the weekend and Fish for his next ten trips here, and if I do not move now I am going to come all over my hand instead of with him, is time. Is not going to happen that way at all.

As soon as I move Chris looks up and says my name, nearly choking on the long sip of water he had been taking, spilling water down over his bare chest. His strong hands are on mine, grasping me and picking me up slamming me hard against the tree I had been leaning against, scraping my back even through my sweater. Then against my bare back when he rips the sweater up and off of me.

Fuck, I love the way that feels. His pants are already off too, how did I miss that? Mm his body heat is more than enough to keep me warm in the cool air though so I am happy to feel it, even if I missed the show of him taking them off.

His cock is hard and just as slick and ready as mine is as they rub together, both of us grinding as we moan into each others mouths, precum making our cocks slide even slicker the more we do. No fucking waiting or teasing or anything like that; I need it now.

One long cry of that word and I have it. I barely have time to scream now into his ear and his cock is slamming deep, and hard, and thick inside me. Stretching and aching and making me grip even tighter to him until he starts to move and the pressure builds and makes me ache more and then he hits the right spot and it’s the fucking best feeling ever with a mix of pain and pleasure that never fails to get to me.

My fingernails are biting into his back as hard as his teeth are biting into my shoulder, both of us crying out from that as much as the way he's thrusting, and I am meeting the thrusts. God, he feels so good, so big inside me, even when I am not tightening up to make it a rougher ride for him he feels like he's filling me so much I cannot take it.

I love it though. Love how hot and tight and slick he feels sliding in and out of me, making me feel every inch of his cock... oh... is no way I am going to last long. His teeth bite into the side of my neck and his hips smack against mine harder and faster in a way that I know he is not going to either and I let go.

One last push against the tree and the bark scraping along with his cock filling me as deep as it ever has is all it takes and I lose it, screaming his name so loud it echoes, shaking in his arms and gripping even tighter to him. He yells too, fucking me faster, his stomach grinding over my cock, his lips screaming my name too and then blast after blast of his cum inside me, his cock swelling and spurting until there's nothing but the sound of us panting and my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

I am barely aware of being moved and laid down onto his shirt, his cock still hard inside me as he starts pumping his hips again. This time is slower, our lips meeting in a long slow kiss that stays that way no matter how hard and how fast our bodies pump together. The kiss is sweet, almost gentle, the look in both our eyes tender as we get there again, clinging and grasping, moaning into each other's mouths.

And then is just us. I can smell his come and sweat and smell of fresh cut wood and me, and is best thing ever combined with feel of him in my arms, and being held in his. A small bite to my neck and whispered I love you from him is best sound.

We definitely have enough wood, now is time to enjoy this.

THE END

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