Flyers Short Story
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2minsforslashingTITLE: "Goalpost"
BY: K.Jameson
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM(S): Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): Scottie Upshall/Mike Richards/Marty Biron, a little tiny itty bit of Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Fiction. Fake. Don't sue.
WARNINGS: Slash, language, there's some rope involved...oh, and no more fluffy!Scottie lol bring on the naughty!Scottie ;)
SUMMARY: Scottie helps Richie teach Marty that it's best to just "stay in the net".
CREDIT: This is for![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tinydancermagswho promised me her soul love if I wrote Scottie/Richie/Marty for her.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, so seriously, after Thursday game I don't think there wasn't a fangirl out there who did not think about this. We all know Marty blatantly fucked up by literally passing the puck to a Devil and then costing us that game, so in another brilliant conversation withtinydancermagsthis idea was born and I let my muse run wild. This pretty much takes place Friday, after a practice. Hope you enjoy it! Oh, and I've been feeding off all the lovely comments I got on my drabble yesterday so thank you for those lovely words of encouragement. I love writing Flyers fics and all of you have been extremely nice to me and I appreciate it very much :) **Edited a little bit, so I hope it's not too bad with errors
Mike Richards had been sitting in the locker room when, of all people, it was Scottie Upshall who noticed the look of frustration that displayed on his face. A cough signaled the winger's approach and Richie couldn't help but look at him.
"Hey." A small smile formed on his face. Richie scooted over on the bench, making room for Scottie to sit by his side.
"You okay?"
"Ehh...just, frustrated I guess." Richie felt the warmth from Scottie's arm through his shirt as his teammate drapped an arm around his shoulders. Outer thighs touching, Richie slouched forward and rested his head in the palms of his hands.
Scottie watched Richie, moving his left hand to rub small circles in the middle of his captain's back. For once, it was nothing sexual being drawn out from Scottie. At least not yet.
"Lemme guess - Marty."
It was pretty obvious to anyone as to why Mike Richards would be frustrated with his lead goalie. It seemed that all the Flyers' goalie had been doing recently was making stupid mistakes. Mistakes Marty knew not to make; mistakes that Richie wasn't sure how to cope with at the end of a disappointing game.
"Yeah, I just don't know what to do. We go over everything in practice, and I've been talking to him everytime before a game. He knows what he's doin' wrong but yet, he still leaves that damn net wide open."
A smirk formed on Scottie's lip, a plan accumalating in his head.
"Richie," the winger started. "You need to teach him a lesson."
"Oh really?" Richie sat up and looked at Scottie. He wondered where this was going. Usually, and he knows this from experience, any plan that Scottie comes up with can never end good.
"Yeah, and I know just what to do." Scottie pulled Richie closer to him, his arm becoming tight around his body. "Meet me here tonight outside the back door at nine. And don't forget to bring Marty."
Richie contiplating on saying no. He knew that inside that pretty head of his teammate there was something evil going on. It was inevitable, and yet Richie couldn't deny him.
"Okay."
******
"Why can't this wait until tomorrow?"
"Um, because the more practice the better we can correct these problems."
Marty watched Richie put the car in park and shut the ignition off.
"Oh."
The duo got out of the car and started headed towards the back door. It was exactly nine o'clock and there was Scottie, leaning against the wall with a smug look on his face. Marty suddenly became suspiscious when he saw the small duffle bag lying by his feet.
"Uh, what's going on here?" His accent was thickened, worry overcoming the coldness that held his face.
Scottie pushed himself off the wall, one hand sitting snug in the front of his hoodie as the other reached out towards Marty.
"Hey, buddy, how's it goin'?" He grinned at the goalie and suddenly, there was darkness. Marty fought with Scottie as he felt his own teammate blind him a silk, velvet tie around his head. He could of sworn he heard Scottie shout to Richie to hold his hands, and suddenly the thick, rough material of a rope was tied around his wrists, bounding them together so he couldn't move. He whimpered slightly, feeling a hand grasp his right arm and then there was a hot breath on his ear, "Just follow my lead."
Scottie opened the door and, "Beauty first," signaled Richie to go first. He walked behind his teammates, watching Richie lead Marty down the barely light hallway. When they reached the end and could only turn left of right, Scottie took the lead. He threw open two doors together and they were suddenly in the same locker room they had been earlier that day. Scottie threw the duffle bag on a bench and started rummaging through Marty's locker.
"We need to get some skates on him." He handed a pair of skates to Richie and then pushed Marty down on the bench.
"What the fuck are you guys doing?" His voice was shaky, scared, confusion running through him. He sat still, surprisingly, as Scottie replaced his shoes with skates.
"Marty, my dear boy, you'll see - er, well, you know soon."
Richie rolled his eyes at the winked Scottie gave him. He only watched as Scottie put his own skates on and fixed the bottom of his jeans.
"Richie - you need skates too." Richie watched Scottie balance himself as he grabbed his skates and handed them to him. He sat next to Marty on the bench and put them on. He suddenly wondered what the hell he allowed his goalie to get into. As captain, he was supposed to look out for him, and yet here he sat next to him, supporting the blindfold and ropes the bound him into a confused state. He shook his head and sat up, hoping maybe this was all a dream.
The duffle bad shoved into his stomach, hard, proved it wasn't a dream. "Take this." Scottie let go off the bag and grabbed hold of Marty. "Come on." He tugged at the goalie and soon the three of them were making their way out of the locker room.
Down another long hallway, passed a couple more doors, and soon they were out on the ice. A goalie net was still in its place, half of the rink lit up, and, sitting on what would be the home team's bench, was Joffrey Lupul.
"Hey guys!" Lupul jumped off the bench and skated over to them. He had a big smile planted on his face, one that could make anyone melt into a puddle of goo.
Richie suddenly became confused as to why Joff was there, but that look of confusion turned into an eyeroll as he watched Scottie grab the man and kiss him. The kiss was fierce, passionate, full of tongue, and Richie could of sworn he heard Joff moan.
"Mm, hey Lupes." Scottie's breath was hitched and he had to fight himself from pushing his teammate to the ice and giving Richie a show. "Now go stand gaurd."
Lupul gave a small wave to Richie and looked back at Scottie. "Yep!" He went to turn but Scottie's hand caught his arm.
Scottie brought him close against his body, his lips barely touching Joff's ear. "Do a good job and I'll make sure to reward you late tonight."
"O-okay." Lupul shifted as his pants were becoming tight. He thought of something disgusting to ease his growing erection as he skated off the ice and headed towards to the door, standing there to watch out for anybody who may still be in the building. Cleaning crew was scheduled to come in at eleven and it was already close to nine-thirty.
Scottie looked at Richie and meet his eyes, reading the expression of amusement. He grinned sheepishly and continued with the task at hand.
"So, Marty," he began, pulling him towards the goalie net. "I think it's safe to say that you have been fucking up a lot lately." He turned to Richie and signaled for him to come over. Richie, still carrying the bag, did as Scottie silently asked.
"Richie here was expressing great concern for you and I volunteered to help."
Marty's voice cracked, "I've been practicing a lot, I don't need help." He started to wrestle with Scottie, wanting to pull his arm free from the winger's grasp.
"Ah, ah, ah, Marty. You've been a bad boy...." Lips pressed against his neck and he felt a sharp sting as teeth nibbled at the skin on his neck. He hissed, shocked at the sudden touch and pain. Scottie laughed and grabbed Marty's chin, holding his face so his lips were inches away from his own. "We can't trust you to stay in net when it's needed the most. So, maybe this will help."
The sudden jerk of his head produced a crack and Marty was then pushed up against the goalie net, a bar pressing into his back. Richie cocked his head to the side as he watched Scottie press his whole body up against the goalie's, pulling both hands down on top of Marty's to keep them holding onto the goalpost behind him. Scottie then moved his lips back to Marty's ear and whispered once more, "Such a bad boy..."
Scottie's grin could be mistaken for excitement, or maybe for evil, but either way it was plastered on his face and Richie was worried.
"Um, Scottie?"
Scottie turned his head and looked at the captain. He held a finger up to his lips, "Ssshhhh", and winked once.
"Yeah, uh, okay..." Richie swallowed the lump in his throat and watched the scene before him.
Marty felt like his feet were going to give out on him any second. He was torn between being angry and utterly turned on. He didn't know what to do first. Did he try to move his hand from underneath Scottie's and land a punch to his face? Or did he try to kiss those damn lips that were sucking at his neck and making his dick twitch him his pants?
A moan escaped and Marty didn't realize it till it was too late.
He could feel the grin against his neck and soon he could feel a hand cup the erection he didn't know he had. Soon, lips were attacking his and a tongue pushed its way through. A sudden rush of emotion and pleasure filled Marty's body and he felt like he was going to explode. The kiss was passionate, confusing every aspect of Marty as he never knew a kiss could cause him to almost come in his pants. He had heard the rumors about Scottie and yet here he was experience first hand.
Scottie suddenly turned things around when he pulled back and grabbed Marty by the waist. Spinning him around to face the net, he squatted the once forgotten duffle bag and grabbed two pieces of rope. One piece was soon tied around his left wrist, then other piece tied around his right wrist. Both secured him to the goalpost, not allowing him to move his arms at all. The rope that had once tied both hands together was on the ice, forgotten and useless now.
Marty started to panic, a feeling of helplessness ovecoming him. He dropped his head forward and took deep breaths in and out, in and out, and when he could feel Scottie's hand on his back he was able to settle down. The blindfold still covered his eyes and Marty wished it wasn't there. He wished he could see Scottie, maybe see Richie too, and try to understand exactly what was going on here.
Scottie thought it was pretty clear. Tie Marty to the goalie net and seduce him. Simple, easy, and so enjoyable.
The hand moved from his back to his front, landed on his chest and pressed flat against him. Marty could feel Scottie press his body against his own again and the feeling went straight to his cock. Scottie's lips were back on his neck, kissing, sucking, making Marty squirm with every flick of his tongue. He threw his head back against the winger's shoulder to expose more skin.
The thought of why he was allowing Scottie to do this didn't cross his mind.
Scottie was hard and Marty could feel it. The other hand that wasn't on Marty's chest started making it's way to the inside of Marty's pants. Scottie cupped his erection again, only this time it was skin against skin. The goalie thrusted into his teammate's hand, urging Scottie to do something.
"Please..." It was soft and almost sounded painful. Scottie could only obey and give Marty what he wanted. With his other hand he popped the button on Marty's jeans to losen them up so he could have more room. Then, as the zipper slid down on its own, he worked his hand on Marty's cock, fingertips lightly brushing the tip and pushing back the foreskin. His other hand roamed up Marty's shirt, pinching a nipple and teasing it with light touches.
"Oooh, fuck..." Marty was completely turned on. He hadn't felt that way in a long time. He also never thought he would be doing this was Scottie but he suddenly found himself wanting more from the winger.
"More," he begged, voice ragged and almost breathless. "Gimme more, please...." He thrusted hard into Scottie's hand, almost losing his balance on the skates.
Scottie will admit to anyone who asked: He never fucked anyone while on skates. Today, he amused, would be the first.
"Richie!" Without turning around he waved for the captain to come over. The request was sudden, and while Richie was fighting the urge to touch himself he approached his two teammates.
Scottie looked at Richie, smiling as his eyes caught the bulge in his jeans. "There's something in that bag which I think you know I'll need. Can you please get it for me?" A moment later, Scottie grabbed the small bottle of lube from Richie's hand. "Thank you. Now I need you in front of Marty to support him."
Richie seemed a little confused at first on where he was supposed to stand. That was, until he got the look from Scottie.
"Ah, uh, okay..." Richie slid to his knees and positioned himself in front of Marty. Scottie hand, which had been teasing Marty's cock, was suddenly out and then with two hands Marty's pants were dropped to around his ankles. The cold air did nothing as Marty's cock stood erect in front of Richie, teasing the captain with dripping pre-cum.
Richie knew what Scottie wanted and suddenly he wanted it too. He wrapped his pretty lips around Marty's cock and took him into his mouth. The taste was salty, and he closed his eyes as he sucked and let Marty fuck his mouth.
"Oh my god, this is so fuckin' hot." Scottie watched Richie work on Marty's cock as he prepared himself, his erect cock now free from his jeans. The poor goalie wasn't expecting the hot mouth around and so when it had happen, a moan filled his teammates' ears and poor Lupul was left wondering what the hell was going on.
Scottie dugged his his fingers into Marty's hip as he held the goalie still, positioning his cock at his entrance and then slowly sliding in. He paused, allowing Marty to adjust to his size, kissing at the back of his neck hoping to draw more moans out of that French-Canadian mouth.
"Ah, fuck me Scottie." The demand was sudden and almost made Scottie come right then. But the winger only smiled and did what was wanted. Turning his feet to make sure he didn't move, Scottie thrusted in and out of Marty, still holding his hip with one hand as the other hand went back underneath his shirt. Richie was still sucking on Marty's cock, eyes connecting with Scottie as they both pleasured the goalie.
A pinched nipple, kisses and nibbles on his neck; Marty arched his back, thrusting further down Richie's throat. He could the vibration as the captain moaned and he couldn't hold it back in longer. Marty screamed, letting out a growl as he came down Richie's throat. Semen dripped out the corners of the captain's mouth, and at the sight of that and the feeling of muscle clenching around his cock, Scottie came too. He thrusted a couple more times, he in return filling Marty, before pulling out with a grunt. He skated back a couple steps around Marty and held out a hand for Richie.
Grabbing hold of Scottie's hand, Richie allowed himself to be pulled up and into the winger's arm. Lips attacked his and soon his cock was free from his tightened jeans. Scottie pushed Richie back to that net, allowing him to stand next to Marty as he knelt before him. Richie watched Scottie take his cock in his mouth, those pretty lips working their magic and they pulled him in and out. A hand played gentley with his balls and he was so close.
Richie could still hear Marty panting from the high of his orgasm, and when Scottie took Richie in all the way the captain was done. Pushed over the edge, he let out a strangled cry as he shot his load down Scottie's throat. Four long bursts and Scottie swallowed them all. Panting, almost like Marty had been doing, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back. Scottie pulled at his shirt and stood up, bringing his lips to crush against Richie's.
A moment later, dicks were back inside pants and Scottie was untieing Marty from his restraints. Richie was collecting the rope and other supplies and putting them back in the duffle bag.
"So, Marty, did you learn your lesson?" The blindfold was removed. Marty glared at the winger.
"You're such a fuckin' bastand, Ups."
Richie couldn't help but laugh.
The three headed off the ice and met Lupul at the doorway that would led them down the hall to the locker room.
"All done?" He was uttely clueless.
"Uh, yeah, Lupes." Scottie drapped an arm around his best friend and the four headed to the locker room.
Outside, the cleaning crew was unpacking their van with the supplies they needed. What they didn't know, however, was that the ice was going to need some extra cleaning tonight.
END!
BY: K.Jameson
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM(S): Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): Scottie Upshall/Mike Richards/Marty Biron, a little tiny itty bit of Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Fiction. Fake. Don't sue.
WARNINGS: Slash, language, there's some rope involved...oh, and no more fluffy!Scottie lol bring on the naughty!Scottie ;)
SUMMARY: Scottie helps Richie teach Marty that it's best to just "stay in the net".
CREDIT: This is for
tinydancermagswho promised me her AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, so seriously, after Thursday game I don't think there wasn't a fangirl out there who did not think about this. We all know Marty blatantly fucked up by literally passing the puck to a Devil and then costing us that game, so in another brilliant conversation with
tinydancermagsthis idea was born and I let my muse run wild. This pretty much takes place Friday, after a practice. Hope you enjoy it! Oh, and I've been feeding off all the lovely comments I got on my drabble yesterday so thank you for those lovely words of encouragement. I love writing Flyers fics and all of you have been extremely nice to me and I appreciate it very much :) **Edited a little bit, so I hope it's not too bad with errorsMike Richards had been sitting in the locker room when, of all people, it was Scottie Upshall who noticed the look of frustration that displayed on his face. A cough signaled the winger's approach and Richie couldn't help but look at him.
"Hey." A small smile formed on his face. Richie scooted over on the bench, making room for Scottie to sit by his side.
"You okay?"
"Ehh...just, frustrated I guess." Richie felt the warmth from Scottie's arm through his shirt as his teammate drapped an arm around his shoulders. Outer thighs touching, Richie slouched forward and rested his head in the palms of his hands.
Scottie watched Richie, moving his left hand to rub small circles in the middle of his captain's back. For once, it was nothing sexual being drawn out from Scottie. At least not yet.
"Lemme guess - Marty."
It was pretty obvious to anyone as to why Mike Richards would be frustrated with his lead goalie. It seemed that all the Flyers' goalie had been doing recently was making stupid mistakes. Mistakes Marty knew not to make; mistakes that Richie wasn't sure how to cope with at the end of a disappointing game.
"Yeah, I just don't know what to do. We go over everything in practice, and I've been talking to him everytime before a game. He knows what he's doin' wrong but yet, he still leaves that damn net wide open."
A smirk formed on Scottie's lip, a plan accumalating in his head.
"Richie," the winger started. "You need to teach him a lesson."
"Oh really?" Richie sat up and looked at Scottie. He wondered where this was going. Usually, and he knows this from experience, any plan that Scottie comes up with can never end good.
"Yeah, and I know just what to do." Scottie pulled Richie closer to him, his arm becoming tight around his body. "Meet me here tonight outside the back door at nine. And don't forget to bring Marty."
Richie contiplating on saying no. He knew that inside that pretty head of his teammate there was something evil going on. It was inevitable, and yet Richie couldn't deny him.
"Okay."
******
"Why can't this wait until tomorrow?"
"Um, because the more practice the better we can correct these problems."
Marty watched Richie put the car in park and shut the ignition off.
"Oh."
The duo got out of the car and started headed towards the back door. It was exactly nine o'clock and there was Scottie, leaning against the wall with a smug look on his face. Marty suddenly became suspiscious when he saw the small duffle bag lying by his feet.
"Uh, what's going on here?" His accent was thickened, worry overcoming the coldness that held his face.
Scottie pushed himself off the wall, one hand sitting snug in the front of his hoodie as the other reached out towards Marty.
"Hey, buddy, how's it goin'?" He grinned at the goalie and suddenly, there was darkness. Marty fought with Scottie as he felt his own teammate blind him a silk, velvet tie around his head. He could of sworn he heard Scottie shout to Richie to hold his hands, and suddenly the thick, rough material of a rope was tied around his wrists, bounding them together so he couldn't move. He whimpered slightly, feeling a hand grasp his right arm and then there was a hot breath on his ear, "Just follow my lead."
Scottie opened the door and, "Beauty first," signaled Richie to go first. He walked behind his teammates, watching Richie lead Marty down the barely light hallway. When they reached the end and could only turn left of right, Scottie took the lead. He threw open two doors together and they were suddenly in the same locker room they had been earlier that day. Scottie threw the duffle bag on a bench and started rummaging through Marty's locker.
"We need to get some skates on him." He handed a pair of skates to Richie and then pushed Marty down on the bench.
"What the fuck are you guys doing?" His voice was shaky, scared, confusion running through him. He sat still, surprisingly, as Scottie replaced his shoes with skates.
"Marty, my dear boy, you'll see - er, well, you know soon."
Richie rolled his eyes at the winked Scottie gave him. He only watched as Scottie put his own skates on and fixed the bottom of his jeans.
"Richie - you need skates too." Richie watched Scottie balance himself as he grabbed his skates and handed them to him. He sat next to Marty on the bench and put them on. He suddenly wondered what the hell he allowed his goalie to get into. As captain, he was supposed to look out for him, and yet here he sat next to him, supporting the blindfold and ropes the bound him into a confused state. He shook his head and sat up, hoping maybe this was all a dream.
The duffle bad shoved into his stomach, hard, proved it wasn't a dream. "Take this." Scottie let go off the bag and grabbed hold of Marty. "Come on." He tugged at the goalie and soon the three of them were making their way out of the locker room.
Down another long hallway, passed a couple more doors, and soon they were out on the ice. A goalie net was still in its place, half of the rink lit up, and, sitting on what would be the home team's bench, was Joffrey Lupul.
"Hey guys!" Lupul jumped off the bench and skated over to them. He had a big smile planted on his face, one that could make anyone melt into a puddle of goo.
Richie suddenly became confused as to why Joff was there, but that look of confusion turned into an eyeroll as he watched Scottie grab the man and kiss him. The kiss was fierce, passionate, full of tongue, and Richie could of sworn he heard Joff moan.
"Mm, hey Lupes." Scottie's breath was hitched and he had to fight himself from pushing his teammate to the ice and giving Richie a show. "Now go stand gaurd."
Lupul gave a small wave to Richie and looked back at Scottie. "Yep!" He went to turn but Scottie's hand caught his arm.
Scottie brought him close against his body, his lips barely touching Joff's ear. "Do a good job and I'll make sure to reward you late tonight."
"O-okay." Lupul shifted as his pants were becoming tight. He thought of something disgusting to ease his growing erection as he skated off the ice and headed towards to the door, standing there to watch out for anybody who may still be in the building. Cleaning crew was scheduled to come in at eleven and it was already close to nine-thirty.
Scottie looked at Richie and meet his eyes, reading the expression of amusement. He grinned sheepishly and continued with the task at hand.
"So, Marty," he began, pulling him towards the goalie net. "I think it's safe to say that you have been fucking up a lot lately." He turned to Richie and signaled for him to come over. Richie, still carrying the bag, did as Scottie silently asked.
"Richie here was expressing great concern for you and I volunteered to help."
Marty's voice cracked, "I've been practicing a lot, I don't need help." He started to wrestle with Scottie, wanting to pull his arm free from the winger's grasp.
"Ah, ah, ah, Marty. You've been a bad boy...." Lips pressed against his neck and he felt a sharp sting as teeth nibbled at the skin on his neck. He hissed, shocked at the sudden touch and pain. Scottie laughed and grabbed Marty's chin, holding his face so his lips were inches away from his own. "We can't trust you to stay in net when it's needed the most. So, maybe this will help."
The sudden jerk of his head produced a crack and Marty was then pushed up against the goalie net, a bar pressing into his back. Richie cocked his head to the side as he watched Scottie press his whole body up against the goalie's, pulling both hands down on top of Marty's to keep them holding onto the goalpost behind him. Scottie then moved his lips back to Marty's ear and whispered once more, "Such a bad boy..."
Scottie's grin could be mistaken for excitement, or maybe for evil, but either way it was plastered on his face and Richie was worried.
"Um, Scottie?"
Scottie turned his head and looked at the captain. He held a finger up to his lips, "Ssshhhh", and winked once.
"Yeah, uh, okay..." Richie swallowed the lump in his throat and watched the scene before him.
Marty felt like his feet were going to give out on him any second. He was torn between being angry and utterly turned on. He didn't know what to do first. Did he try to move his hand from underneath Scottie's and land a punch to his face? Or did he try to kiss those damn lips that were sucking at his neck and making his dick twitch him his pants?
A moan escaped and Marty didn't realize it till it was too late.
He could feel the grin against his neck and soon he could feel a hand cup the erection he didn't know he had. Soon, lips were attacking his and a tongue pushed its way through. A sudden rush of emotion and pleasure filled Marty's body and he felt like he was going to explode. The kiss was passionate, confusing every aspect of Marty as he never knew a kiss could cause him to almost come in his pants. He had heard the rumors about Scottie and yet here he was experience first hand.
Scottie suddenly turned things around when he pulled back and grabbed Marty by the waist. Spinning him around to face the net, he squatted the once forgotten duffle bag and grabbed two pieces of rope. One piece was soon tied around his left wrist, then other piece tied around his right wrist. Both secured him to the goalpost, not allowing him to move his arms at all. The rope that had once tied both hands together was on the ice, forgotten and useless now.
Marty started to panic, a feeling of helplessness ovecoming him. He dropped his head forward and took deep breaths in and out, in and out, and when he could feel Scottie's hand on his back he was able to settle down. The blindfold still covered his eyes and Marty wished it wasn't there. He wished he could see Scottie, maybe see Richie too, and try to understand exactly what was going on here.
Scottie thought it was pretty clear. Tie Marty to the goalie net and seduce him. Simple, easy, and so enjoyable.
The hand moved from his back to his front, landed on his chest and pressed flat against him. Marty could feel Scottie press his body against his own again and the feeling went straight to his cock. Scottie's lips were back on his neck, kissing, sucking, making Marty squirm with every flick of his tongue. He threw his head back against the winger's shoulder to expose more skin.
The thought of why he was allowing Scottie to do this didn't cross his mind.
Scottie was hard and Marty could feel it. The other hand that wasn't on Marty's chest started making it's way to the inside of Marty's pants. Scottie cupped his erection again, only this time it was skin against skin. The goalie thrusted into his teammate's hand, urging Scottie to do something.
"Please..." It was soft and almost sounded painful. Scottie could only obey and give Marty what he wanted. With his other hand he popped the button on Marty's jeans to losen them up so he could have more room. Then, as the zipper slid down on its own, he worked his hand on Marty's cock, fingertips lightly brushing the tip and pushing back the foreskin. His other hand roamed up Marty's shirt, pinching a nipple and teasing it with light touches.
"Oooh, fuck..." Marty was completely turned on. He hadn't felt that way in a long time. He also never thought he would be doing this was Scottie but he suddenly found himself wanting more from the winger.
"More," he begged, voice ragged and almost breathless. "Gimme more, please...." He thrusted hard into Scottie's hand, almost losing his balance on the skates.
Scottie will admit to anyone who asked: He never fucked anyone while on skates. Today, he amused, would be the first.
"Richie!" Without turning around he waved for the captain to come over. The request was sudden, and while Richie was fighting the urge to touch himself he approached his two teammates.
Scottie looked at Richie, smiling as his eyes caught the bulge in his jeans. "There's something in that bag which I think you know I'll need. Can you please get it for me?" A moment later, Scottie grabbed the small bottle of lube from Richie's hand. "Thank you. Now I need you in front of Marty to support him."
Richie seemed a little confused at first on where he was supposed to stand. That was, until he got the look from Scottie.
"Ah, uh, okay..." Richie slid to his knees and positioned himself in front of Marty. Scottie hand, which had been teasing Marty's cock, was suddenly out and then with two hands Marty's pants were dropped to around his ankles. The cold air did nothing as Marty's cock stood erect in front of Richie, teasing the captain with dripping pre-cum.
Richie knew what Scottie wanted and suddenly he wanted it too. He wrapped his pretty lips around Marty's cock and took him into his mouth. The taste was salty, and he closed his eyes as he sucked and let Marty fuck his mouth.
"Oh my god, this is so fuckin' hot." Scottie watched Richie work on Marty's cock as he prepared himself, his erect cock now free from his jeans. The poor goalie wasn't expecting the hot mouth around and so when it had happen, a moan filled his teammates' ears and poor Lupul was left wondering what the hell was going on.
Scottie dugged his his fingers into Marty's hip as he held the goalie still, positioning his cock at his entrance and then slowly sliding in. He paused, allowing Marty to adjust to his size, kissing at the back of his neck hoping to draw more moans out of that French-Canadian mouth.
"Ah, fuck me Scottie." The demand was sudden and almost made Scottie come right then. But the winger only smiled and did what was wanted. Turning his feet to make sure he didn't move, Scottie thrusted in and out of Marty, still holding his hip with one hand as the other hand went back underneath his shirt. Richie was still sucking on Marty's cock, eyes connecting with Scottie as they both pleasured the goalie.
A pinched nipple, kisses and nibbles on his neck; Marty arched his back, thrusting further down Richie's throat. He could the vibration as the captain moaned and he couldn't hold it back in longer. Marty screamed, letting out a growl as he came down Richie's throat. Semen dripped out the corners of the captain's mouth, and at the sight of that and the feeling of muscle clenching around his cock, Scottie came too. He thrusted a couple more times, he in return filling Marty, before pulling out with a grunt. He skated back a couple steps around Marty and held out a hand for Richie.
Grabbing hold of Scottie's hand, Richie allowed himself to be pulled up and into the winger's arm. Lips attacked his and soon his cock was free from his tightened jeans. Scottie pushed Richie back to that net, allowing him to stand next to Marty as he knelt before him. Richie watched Scottie take his cock in his mouth, those pretty lips working their magic and they pulled him in and out. A hand played gentley with his balls and he was so close.
Richie could still hear Marty panting from the high of his orgasm, and when Scottie took Richie in all the way the captain was done. Pushed over the edge, he let out a strangled cry as he shot his load down Scottie's throat. Four long bursts and Scottie swallowed them all. Panting, almost like Marty had been doing, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back. Scottie pulled at his shirt and stood up, bringing his lips to crush against Richie's.
A moment later, dicks were back inside pants and Scottie was untieing Marty from his restraints. Richie was collecting the rope and other supplies and putting them back in the duffle bag.
"So, Marty, did you learn your lesson?" The blindfold was removed. Marty glared at the winger.
"You're such a fuckin' bastand, Ups."
Richie couldn't help but laugh.
The three headed off the ice and met Lupul at the doorway that would led them down the hall to the locker room.
"All done?" He was uttely clueless.
"Uh, yeah, Lupes." Scottie drapped an arm around his best friend and the four headed to the locker room.
Outside, the cleaning crew was unpacking their van with the supplies they needed. What they didn't know, however, was that the ice was going to need some extra cleaning tonight.
END!
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Date: 2008-12-09 08:26 pm (UTC)I haven't even read it yet, I just got so excited that it was done! (I'm a big dork, I know) :P
*off to read*
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Date: 2008-12-09 08:30 pm (UTC)Enjoy.
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Date: 2008-12-09 08:41 pm (UTC)You are so amazing!!!
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Date: 2008-12-09 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-09 08:48 pm (UTC).....
Forget my love, you can HAVE my soul if it gets me stories like this!!! :)
Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!!
I can't even BEGIN to tell you how much I absolutely adore this. So hot I can't think straight! Woo!! LOVE IT! ♥♥♥♥♥
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Date: 2008-12-09 08:54 pm (UTC)Any second thought on that idea you came up with that involves the ice rink as well? I would love to see it in writing if you decide too. Also, I'm gonna start that 50 sentence/paragraph thing tomorrow.
Oh, and keep the soul lol just keep sending the ideas ;)
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Date: 2008-12-09 09:07 pm (UTC)Lol, I don't think ideas will be a problem, we seem to come up with more than we can write as it is! :)
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Date: 2008-12-09 09:18 pm (UTC)And I think we created more plot bunnies than we can handle haha oh and that chick flick idea? Totally going into a drabble. That might be my Friday special before I disappear for a couple weeks...
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Date: 2008-12-09 09:28 pm (UTC)It doesn't really matter to me, feel free to post if you want. Are we using a set list from somewhere or are we making it up?
That chick flick idea still makes me laugh! :) And just where do you think you're disappearing to, huh?? ;)
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Date: 2008-12-10 02:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-10 06:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-10 06:12 pm (UTC)Oh, and omg *drools* That icon, seriously - I saw that pic when I found it on google and I don't remember how long I stared at it but my eyes starting to hurt from looking at the computer screen! hahaha i heart your icon :)
ps i started my 25 paragraphs so....*runs away to write*
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Date: 2008-12-10 06:20 pm (UTC)I love how we've pretty much given up on the idea of sentences all together and are just going with paragraphs, even though we've barely started any of it, lol.
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Date: 2008-12-10 01:33 am (UTC)Look what you did!!! I'm watching a FLYERS! game. Srsly. I lovelovelove this team now cause they are so awesomely slashable.
I want more. Write it now, please. :]
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Date: 2008-12-10 02:32 pm (UTC)But I'm glad you enjoyed this! I should be getting a few more things out this week.
And yes, I would have to say that evil!Scottie is one of my favorite versions as well ;)
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Date: 2008-12-10 06:01 am (UTC)Awesome job!
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Date: 2008-12-10 02:32 pm (UTC)