Flyers Drabble

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TITLE: “Ice Pack”
BY: K.Jameson
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM(S): Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): Scottie Upshall/Danny Briere
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Pure fiction. Don’t sue.
WARNINGS: Slight abuse of language and suggestive teasing
SUMMARY: After Briere decides not to play in the second half of the game, Upshall offers some help with the pain.
CREDIT: Partial to tinydancermags , because I probably wouldn’t have come up with this idea if it wasn’t for our conversation on Wednesday..
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Short and sweet, but I couldn’t resist. The idea cracked me up and this needed to be done (to bring a little humor to an awful penalty call). Pretty much takes place after tinydancermags  fic “Bad Call”.  I wrote this on yesterday morning and probably would have had it posted then, but the internet has been messing up lately so better late then never :) 

 

 

 

He had calmed down a bit since talking to Joffrey Lupul.  Showered, dressed in comfortable clothes, and watching the game in the locker room, Scottie Upshall opened his bottle of water and slouched in his seat.  Thoughts of his penalty briefly washed away, as he knew the talk with his best friend was coming later. But for the time being, Scottie wasn’t upset and actually felt relaxed. A moment or two with Lupul usually did that to him.  He would never admit it, though.

 

As Scottie watched the clock begin to countdown in the third period, the door to the locker room opened and in walked number forty-eight, a look of discomfort on his face.  Scottie observed his teammate as a stick, gloves, and wet towel were thrown up against a wall. 

 

Danny Briere mumbled something about a hooking call and quickly sat on his bench.  Pain shot in both directions, down his legs and right up through his abdomen.

 

“Aw, fuck!” Danny stretched his legs out in front of him and started rubbing his thighs.  Scottie stared at him, watched him, a look of curiosity on his face.

 

“You okay?” the winger asked.  Scottie was standing now, ready to approach Danny if needed.

 

“I’m fine.” His voice was strained with pain and Scottie could hear it.

 

“You don’t sound fine.” 

 

Sigh, Danny looked up at Scottie.  “It hurts.  I think I came back too early.”  He grabbed an ice pack from his locker and started to shake it.   Scottie watched him, eyes growing wide with excitement.  He knew where this could lead.

 

Suddenly, Danny was on his feet, stripping himself of his skates and pants.  The items were tossed to the side and the ice pack was back in his hand. He continued to shake it.

 

“Um,” Scottie started, taking a seat next to his teammate on the bench.  He watched Danny place the ice pack on his inner thigh, rubbing it slowly up to abdomen and back.  Scottie’s mouth fell open, practically drooling over the sight of what Danny was doing.

 

Danny, oblivious to the look Scottie was giving him, hissed at the cold touching his bare skin. He shifted in his seat, allowing his boxers to ride up more exposing the slight red flesh.

 

Scottie moaned softly, “You want some help with that ice pack?” He leaned in closer to Danny, shoulders touching, aching to grab the ice pack.  He wasn’t one to find Danny very attractive, no not attractive like Lupul or Richie, but a quick fuck was just that and Danny seemed to be his target at the moment.

 

“Uhh, not really.” The center batted Scottie away and then winced at the pain. “Damn it, Ups. Stop being so horny.”

 

A smiled formed on his face and Scottie started to laugh.  “I was only offering to help.” 

 

Danny rolled his eyes and kept the ice pack still.  He looked at Scottie, not buying the line he was just fed.  “Yeah, okay.”  A puff of air exhaled and Danny hesitated.

 

Scottie continued to laugh and nudged at Danny playfully, cutting off anything the center was going to continue to say.  “The offer still stands, whenever you want, Danny boy.”  He stood up and went back to his previous seat.  His attention back to the game, Scottie ignored the glare Briere was giving him.

 

A sigh, the ice pack moved, an uncomfortable shift. The slight erection pressed at the soft material of his boxers. Danny rolled his eyes again.

 

Bastard.

 

 

END!