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[kelles.livejournal.com]

Title: Irreplaceable
Characters/Pairings: Joffrey Lupul/Steve Eminger - implied Scottie/Joff and Scottie/Joff/Steve
Summary: Set after the Tampa & Flyers game on Nov 8th, the day after Steve was traded to Tampa.
Notes: Oh. My. God. Did I write a fic with Joffrey Lupul where he doesn't have sex with Scottie Upshall??? I must be slipping
Also, I am writing the next chapter of POLY - about half-way through it. I just had to get his fic out of my brain so I wouldn't emo anymore about Steve leaving :-(
Warnings: PWP with a dash of angst. I seemed to be writing a lot of PWP lately. WTF me?   Also this is not beta'd.  I did edit a few times, though.
Disclaimer: This is fiction - 100% made up. If it ever does happen, I can only hope it ends up in the internet ;-)

Steve opened the bottle of Jack Daniels and poured himself a shot. This year was supposed to be different. The trade to Philly was supposed to give him a second chance. He was supposed to prove Washington wrong. Now, it was looking like benching him had been the right thing to do. He really did suck. He poured another shot, downing it in a few seconds. The only thing he wanted to do tonight was drink enough to make him forget or at least not care.

"Steve? You home?" Joff knocked on the door.

"Yeah, I'm here." Steve said, walking to the door. Home. He would be moving for the second time since June. "Hey, Joff." Steve forced a smile and opened the door. "Come in." One of the things that sucked most about getting traded would be "losing" Joff. Not that Joffrey was ever really his to begin with but he would miss the fun they had - a lot. And whatever it was between them, Steve knew it was more than sex.

"Hey, I'm real fucking sorry. But you played good. You guys won." He grinned at Steve and sat down on the sofa. “Scottie was a little pissed that you tripped him twice.”

"Had to,” Steve said. “Only way I could stop him. I'd rather win wearing orange and black. Fuck. I really don't want to move to Tampa. I was just getting used to Philly. I like my place her. Like Philadelphia. Fuck. I don't want to go to Tampa."

"I know. It sucks. I've been through it a couple of times." Joff slipped his hand on Steve's knee and grinned at him. "Hell, if my name was Steve, I'd probably be going to Tampa too. Stephens isn't too happy with me right now. Fourth fucking line."

"That won't last long, Joff. You’ll turn things around. They need you to score. At least you don't have to pack up your shit right now."

"True," he said giving Steve the look. Joff could make Steve hard, just by looking at him like that. It was that look he gave him right before they fucked, every single time. Scottie called it his "fuck me now" look. "I'm going to miss you."

Steve grinned at him. "Bull shit. You're just going to miss fucking me. I'm sure Scottie---"

Joff slipped his hand into Steve's hair, pulled it, and kissed him hard on the mouth. "Fuck Scottie. I'm going to miss you."

Steve moaned, as Joff moved his mouth along his jawline and kissed his neck. Joff always knew just where and how to touch him to turn him on. He had at least a hundred things to do before his plane left for Tampa. He really didn't have time for this, for sex, but after everything that had happened this week, he didn't fucking care. Steve needed this. Joff unzipped his jeans and wrapped his hands around his cock. Steve almost laughed. He could feel Joffrey smirking against his.

"Same old Steve," Joff whispered. "So fucking easy." Joff stroked him with slow, almost languid strokes.

"Like you have any room to talk." Steve pulled Joff’s head back and kissed him roughly on the mouth. He loved the way Joff moaned when he scraped his teeth against his lower lip. God, he was going to miss this, miss him.

"Fuck me, Steve. I want to feel you, feel you inside me." Joff whispered in his ear.

This surprised Steve. Usually Joff topped when it was just them. He grinned evilly at Joff as he started to unzip his jeans. "You sure? You don't usually..."

"I'm sure," Joff said, slipping up his pants and watching Steve undress. "Hell, if I'd known you were going to get traded, I'd have let you fuck me more."

"Tampa's not that far away." Steve grinned at him and sat down on the sofa, and slipped off his jeans. Every time he saw Joffrey's naked body, it amazed him. He was just too fucking hot. "And we play each other three more times."

"True," Joff said, sliding off his shirt. He straddled Steve and kissed him hard on the mouth. "Off season. Your ass better be at my cabin in Alberta."

"I'll think about it," Steve slid his hands down Joff's body, tracing every muscle from his shoulder to ass. Joff trembled slightly.

"Grab the lube, it's in the drawer - table behind you."

Joff grinned at him and ground against his hard cock. "Anxious, aren't we?"

"Fucking tease."

"No, I'm not. I'm going to let you fuck me." He kissed Joff hard on the neck, biting and sucking on his skin for a few moments. "I want you to fuck me."

"You better not be teasing me." Steve watched him squirt some lube on his cock.

"I'm not." Joff said as he spread the lube on Steve's cock. He stroked Steve for a few moments, teasing him with each touch. "Mmm...I can hardly wait." He met Steve's eyes. "Don't hold back. Fuck me deep. You know I can take it."

Steve whimpered, thrusting into Joff's hand, and groaning when Joff stopped. "Bastard, you know, you've been hanging around Ups, entirely too long." Steve felt like he was going to explode. His cock was throbbing and having Joff's naked body touching hm was torture. If Joff teased him any longer, he was going to just take him.

"Yeah, maybe." Joff licked his lips, stared into his eyes and lowered himself onto Steve's cock. Did Steve hear Joff's breath catch in his throat? "Oh yeah, fuck yeah." He dropped his head back as he impaled himself slowly on Steve's cock, pushing him in deeper.

Steve grabbed Joff's hips and fucked him slowly, moving in rhythm to Joff's movements. He grabbed his hips, digging his fingers hard into is flesh, hard, pushing his cock up into him deeper. "Oh fuck, oh God, so fucking tight." Steve wrapped his hand around Joff's cock, looked up at Joff just watching him. And so fucking hot. He closed eyes, afraid if he didn't, that he would come right then and he wasn't ready for this to end just yet.

Steve wasn't ready for this, whatever it was, to end. And yet, tomorrow he'd be waking up in Tampa. Fuck, don't think about that now. Want it to be good, don't know when... Steve blocked everything from his mind, focusing on every sensation, ever scent, every sound. He thought about the soft noises he made with each thrust, the way his fingers were digging into his shoulders, hurting him, not too much but just enough and oh God, the way his muscles held his cock so tight. Oh fuck, Steve thought, not going to last much longer. Joff just felt, looked, and tasted too good. "Oh fuck, I'm going to..." Steve started to tremble as the orgasm rocked his body, He gave one final thrust and filled Joff with his seed. He was so lost in the pleasure that he barely noticed when Joff came.

Joff kissed him hard on the mouth, as they both came down from the orgasm, his fingers entangled in his hair, pulling it just a little. “I’m going to miss you, Ems.”

“Sure,” Steve said grinning at him, “I’ll bet you say that to all the boys.”

“Fuck you, I don’t.” Joff pushed him playfully and sat down beside him. “Really, Steve. I am. And even though he’ll never admit it, Scottie will too.”

“I know.”

Joff ran his fingers down Steve’s chest, teasing him. “I mean it, next off-season I want you to come up to Alberta. We’ll have lots of fun.” He grinned mischievously at Steve. “I promise.”

“I’m there,” Steve said, thinking about the type of fun Joff had in mind. “I hope I’m wrong but off-season might be early for both of us…if our teams keep playing like they are.”

“True. Hell, I might be playing somewhere else by March. If we don’t get better, Holmgren might trade the whole team away.”

“Nah, you’ll get better.” Steve told him. He knew Joff would turn things around. Lupes had too much talent not too. He on the other hand? Steve had never been as good as he was supposed to be in the NHL.

“So will you,” Joff looked up at Steve and moved his hand between his thigh. “How much time you got till your plane leaves?”

“Enough,” Steve moaned as Joff curled his fingers around his cock.

“Good,” Joff whispered as he pushed Steve down. “I want to fuck you. Fuck you deep. Fuck you hard. One last time before you leave.”

Fuck, Steve thought, as he watched Joff put lube on his cock and stroke himself. I’m really going to miss this place. Even if everything went well in Tampa, even if he loved all his teammates and they miraculously won the Cup, things like this, like him, just couldn’t be replaced.

Comments

[cpexplosion.livejournal.com]

Aww.. poor Steve >.< When I heard about the trade I was like whaaaa? He just got traded o.o
Oh, well.. who knows what these crazy GMs are thinking. Cute fic! Good job~ ^^

[kelles.livejournal.com]

This trade hit me really hard even though I know Steve wasn't the best d-men and had his problems. I think it is because you usually don't have to worry about a trade this time of year.Thanks so much for reading and commenting :-)

[frala.livejournal.com]

boo trades but this was hot!

[kelles.livejournal.com]

Trades this time of year are evil.

Thanks so much for reading & commenting :-)

[jess-the1.livejournal.com]

Joff without Scottie? I think hell just froze over.;)

Poor Steve, traded to Philly then too Tampa, thats got to suck.

[kelles.livejournal.com]

Ha ha. Yes, especially when it's me writing ;-) I wanted this peice to be a little softer/sweeter. Scottie is hard to write as sweet. Joff does sweet a lot easier.

[jess-the1.livejournal.com]

Totally.;) Yes soft is not Scottie's strong point.lol

Sigh

[tinydancermags.livejournal.com]

Oh Emmers. How I shall miss him. Don't get me wrong, I'm finding myself liking Carle, and he seems to be fitting well, but I really, really did like Eminger.

Sigh. I hate trades. (I'm still in denial about RJ). But it was a lovely story, and if being traded means that you can have that kind of send off from Joff... *brain melts just imagining it*

As for Joffrey's "fuck me now" look - does the man even really have to try?? Sorry Steve, you have no chance. ;)

Loved it, as always. :)

Re: Sigh

[kelles.livejournal.com]

I agree with you totally. Carle is a much better player and I'm thinking the trade was more about it being a really, really good deal and less about Emmers not being that good. Emmers would have been a good 3rd or 4th line d-man but the Flyers got slammed with injuries and he could never fill the role they needed him too. Okay, I'll shut up now.

No one has a chance against the hotness of Joff (or Scottie when he's involved). Thanks so much for reading and commenting.

Re: Sigh

[tinydancermags.livejournal.com]

How I wish we could get through just one season without a ridiculous number of injuries. Sigh. I definitely agree with you about Eminger. I was just saying the other day that if we had even just Jones back to pad the lines a bit things may have been different. But thankfully Matt is doing well, especially paired up with Sbisa, who, for a rookie, has impressed the hell out of me.

And no, no shutting up! I will gladly talk/rant/listen/read about hockey all day. :)

I can't understand how anyone could possibly withstand the hotness of Joff. Or Scottie. Or Richie. Or Jeff. And the list goes on and on... :)