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Title: Coitus Interruptus
Pairing: Nick Lidstrom/Tomas Holmstrom, hints of Johan Franzen/Niklas Kronwall(RPS Detroit Red Wings)
Rating: NC-17, for sure
Disclaimer: The following is a work of not for profit fiction and no insult or assumption is implied by the use of the names of the persons therein. Read- It's just for fun and NOT REAL, no matter how fun the pictures would be.
Summary: Nick and Homer are having a private moment...and everyone else is listening.
~*~
Mule looked up from his magazine, forehead creasing as he frowned. “Am I the only one hearing this?”
Kronner, leaning against him, looked up from his book. “Hearing wha– oh, that.” For he had just heard a quickly stifled moan. “The hell?” He sat up and looked over at the Grind Line, who were all staring at the wall behind Niklas and Johan, transfixed. “I take it you hear that too?”
Drapes, Mac and Kirk all nodded in unison. “Uh-huh.”
“Conks? Ozzie?”
Ty nodded as Chris pulled his earbuds free of his ears. “What?”
“Can you hear that?”
“Hear wha– was that Nick?” Ozzie scrambled up quickly, coming to press his ear against the wall. A steady thumping could clearly be heard now. “Damn, I think it was!”
Mule looked up at him, feeling embarrassed, though he wasn’t sure why. “Is that…are they doing what I think they’re doing?”
Kronner bit back a grin at the red flush slowly flooding his lover’s face. “Yes, Johan, I think they are. I assume you’re familiar with the basic idea? You see, when two men love each other very much– “
Mule cut him off with a quick, gentle shove. “I know, Nik. I just…it’s Nick.”
“What, you think Nick doesn’t enjoy sex?” Oz quipped from where he was still pressed to the wall. Johan noted that the Grind Line had joined him. All four were listening intently. He was surprised the water glasses hadn't come out yet, to make for better eavesdropping
“You guys are perverts,” Conks said, wrinkling his nose delicately.
“Stick around,” Kirk quipped. “You’ll get used to it.”
Mule shook his head. “I know…well, I don’t know, obviously, but…I mean, he’s the Captain.”
“Captain can’t have sex?” Kronner asked.
“I never said that– get down from there!” Mule reached up and tugged on Niklas’ shirt. “It’s bad enough we can hear them, do they need an active audience?”
Nik shrugged him off. “Yes. They do.”
Johan stared at Ty. “Are we the only sane ones here? Andreas!”
“What? Everyone else is doing it.” Lils peered at him through Mac’s legs. “I wanna hear too.”
“This…this is private, you guys.”
“Jojo, you’re such a prude.”
“Don’t. Ever. Call me. Jojo,” Mule growled, crossing his arms and glaring at his lover. “I’ve told you about that.”
Conks leaned back against the wall. “You know, Coach is going to walk in here and wonder what the hell you’re all doing.”
“And we’ll tell him,” Drapes replied as Dan and Jiri walked in. “You guys should join us.”
“It is quite a show,” Malts agreed. “I think Nick is bottoming, any bets?”
“Join you doing what? What are you doing, anyway?” Dan gave them a confused look. Ozzie turned around with a wicked grin.
“Nick’s getting laid. We’re trying to figure out if he’s bottoming or not.”
“And who he’s with,” Mac added.
“Well, who’s here? You, me, Drapes, Oz…”
“Me, Johan, Ty– “ Kronner nodded at Jiri and Dan. “These guys.”
“Val and Brett just came in,” Mule said, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He peered out from between his fingers. “And Hoss. Danny, you are seriously joining them?”
“It’s fun this way.”
“You can hear them regardless,” Mule yelped. He paused. “You know, I think he is bottoming.”
“Hah! You are listening, I knew it!”
“It’s kind of hard to ignore.” It was true, the volume of the thudding and moaning had increased to the point where there was no ignoring it. Mule gave it up entirely and started counting on his fingers. “All right, so we have Oz, Hoss, Val, the Grind Line, Brett, Andreas, Ty, Clears, Huds, Kopy just came in, me, Kronner– hi Cheli– Cheli’s here… who’s left?”
“Is that Nick?”
“Hank and Pavs,” Mule added, looking up at the man who’d just posed the question. “Yeah, it is. We’re trying to figure out who’s left.”
“I can’t…that cannot be Nick.”
“He loud,” Pav commented. He joined the others against the wall. “Bottom, you thinking?”
“Has to be,” Kronner confirmed. “No way he gets that loud if he’s on top.”
“Okay, so we’ve decided that he’s bottoming,” Malts clarified. “Now who’s he with?”
“Coach?” Huds suggested. Everyone shuddered and Mac pushed him off the bench,
“Only you would suggest that. No, I think Coach is down the hall.”
“Wait, I’m confused,” Conks interjected. “How do we know he’s bottoming?”
“No one gets that loud when they’re on top. Not the whole time.”
“Drapes, how would you know that?”
Kris grinned. “I have my ways. No seriously, he’d be concentrating too much.”
“Raffi, maybe?” Mule asked.
“What? I didn’t do it, whatever it was.”
“Nope, not Raffi,” Drapes said. “Ah, Stuie…no, you’re here too. Damn it, who else is left?”
“Uh…Homer?” Mule counted quickly, ran out of fingers and started again with his left hand. “I think everyone else is here.”
“Homer?” Oz said. Johan shifted as they all turned to look at him.
“Well, he is the only one left.”
“But…it’s Homer.”
“So?”
Kirk shrugged. “Big, clumsy …doesn’t seem Nick’s type.”
“I can’t believe it’s Homer getting that kind of reaction,” Cheli said, folding his jacket over his arm.
“Homer,” Drapes mused, looking at his linemates. “Seriously.”
“Well, it’s not like he’s hideous or anything.” Mule felt the need to defend his friend.
“No, but…well, he’s…weird. I mean, that’s why we love him but…damn, Homer.” Mac pulled back as another yell came through the wall. “He’s doing something right.”
“Who cares if he’s weird?” Kronner asked. “He’s a sweetheart, and a really nice guy.”
“I know,” Darren snipped. “He just doesn’t seem like Nick’s type, is all I’m saying.”
“Well, apparently he is,” Danny interjected.
“So it would seem.” Ozzie nodded as another cry came through the wall.
“Tomas!”
“Confirmed, it is Homer,” Cheli stated dryly.
~*~
Homer tipped his head back with a squeaky groan. “Nicklas…” quickening his thrusts as Nick’s nails dug into his shoulders.
“Harder…Tommy, harder…” Nick panted, grinding his hips up to urge his lover on. He curled a hand over the back of Homer’s neck and gave him a wolfish smile. He loved being fucked, especially by the man on top of him now. Homer complied, pulling back and pushing in again, making Nick’s eyes roll back as he moaned again.
“Nick…close…”
“I know, babe, I know…God damn, Tomas!” Nick tilted his head back and bucked into Homer again. They hadn’t chosen the most romantic spot for their impulsive tryst– they were currently fucking on a pile of unlaundered jerseys– but at this point, he didn’t care. It was fast and hard and so deep it felt like it should be wrong. He leaned up on his elbows to get a better angle, and hitched a leg over Tomas’ shoulder, knocking over another bundle of sticks in the process.
“Stop that,” Homer breathed, the words coming out in short, harsh bursts. “That’s the third time…”
“Fourth, I think, but who cares.” Nick watched Homer’s forehead crease and, knowing what that meant, urged him on. “Come on, come on… Tomas…komma…komma…”
“I am…fuck, Nick…fuck, now…oh God,” Homer groaned. He dropped his head to Nick’s damp shoulder, felt a hand run through his sweat-soaked hair as Nick’s legs tightened against his skin. “Fuck, Nicklas!”
Nick arched, feeling the quick spurts inside him, realizing belatedly that Homer hadn’t stopped to put anything on, and then he was coming too, peaking in a rush of lust and euphoria.
“Jag älska…jag älska…” Homer panted, shivering on top of Nick, kissing the side of his neck in a dazed sort of way.
“Thank you,” Nick murmured into Tomas’ shoulder. “That was…oh God…”
“I…fuck you…like that…and you…thank me…Nicky? Really?” Homer pulled out and sat up, looking around for his clothes. Nick stretched languidly and rolled over to lean his cheek against Homer’s thigh.
“Sorry. That was the only thing that came to mind.”
Tomas traced a finger over Nick’s jawline with a small smile. “Is okay, for sure. Beard burn…someone’s going to notice that.”
Nick opened his mouth to reply, but before he could speak, a loud pounding made them both jump. Homer yelped and scrambled into Nick’s arms as Coach’s voice filtered through the wall, making them both go wide-eyed. They looked at each other, twin blushes creeping over their features. Homer swallowed dryly. “I think they heard us.”
Nick dropped his face into his hands. “Oh God… I am never going to live this down.”
~*~
Mike slammed his palm against the wall again and shouted,” Will you two get your clothes on and get in here? We have a meeting to get through, you know!”
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mistokath13 for basically beta'ing and urging me on, and nerfgunqueen for coming to the rescue with a stubborn word.Title: Coitus Interruptus
Pairing: Nick Lidstrom/Tomas Holmstrom, hints of Johan Franzen/Niklas Kronwall(RPS Detroit Red Wings)
Rating: NC-17, for sure
Disclaimer: The following is a work of not for profit fiction and no insult or assumption is implied by the use of the names of the persons therein. Read- It's just for fun and NOT REAL, no matter how fun the pictures would be.
Summary: Nick and Homer are having a private moment...and everyone else is listening.
~*~
Mule looked up from his magazine, forehead creasing as he frowned. “Am I the only one hearing this?”
Kronner, leaning against him, looked up from his book. “Hearing wha– oh, that.” For he had just heard a quickly stifled moan. “The hell?” He sat up and looked over at the Grind Line, who were all staring at the wall behind Niklas and Johan, transfixed. “I take it you hear that too?”
Drapes, Mac and Kirk all nodded in unison. “Uh-huh.”
“Conks? Ozzie?”
Ty nodded as Chris pulled his earbuds free of his ears. “What?”
“Can you hear that?”
“Hear wha– was that Nick?” Ozzie scrambled up quickly, coming to press his ear against the wall. A steady thumping could clearly be heard now. “Damn, I think it was!”
Mule looked up at him, feeling embarrassed, though he wasn’t sure why. “Is that…are they doing what I think they’re doing?”
Kronner bit back a grin at the red flush slowly flooding his lover’s face. “Yes, Johan, I think they are. I assume you’re familiar with the basic idea? You see, when two men love each other very much– “
Mule cut him off with a quick, gentle shove. “I know, Nik. I just…it’s Nick.”
“What, you think Nick doesn’t enjoy sex?” Oz quipped from where he was still pressed to the wall. Johan noted that the Grind Line had joined him. All four were listening intently. He was surprised the water glasses hadn't come out yet, to make for better eavesdropping
“You guys are perverts,” Conks said, wrinkling his nose delicately.
“Stick around,” Kirk quipped. “You’ll get used to it.”
Mule shook his head. “I know…well, I don’t know, obviously, but…I mean, he’s the Captain.”
“Captain can’t have sex?” Kronner asked.
“I never said that– get down from there!” Mule reached up and tugged on Niklas’ shirt. “It’s bad enough we can hear them, do they need an active audience?”
Nik shrugged him off. “Yes. They do.”
Johan stared at Ty. “Are we the only sane ones here? Andreas!”
“What? Everyone else is doing it.” Lils peered at him through Mac’s legs. “I wanna hear too.”
“This…this is private, you guys.”
“Jojo, you’re such a prude.”
“Don’t. Ever. Call me. Jojo,” Mule growled, crossing his arms and glaring at his lover. “I’ve told you about that.”
Conks leaned back against the wall. “You know, Coach is going to walk in here and wonder what the hell you’re all doing.”
“And we’ll tell him,” Drapes replied as Dan and Jiri walked in. “You guys should join us.”
“It is quite a show,” Malts agreed. “I think Nick is bottoming, any bets?”
“Join you doing what? What are you doing, anyway?” Dan gave them a confused look. Ozzie turned around with a wicked grin.
“Nick’s getting laid. We’re trying to figure out if he’s bottoming or not.”
“And who he’s with,” Mac added.
“Well, who’s here? You, me, Drapes, Oz…”
“Me, Johan, Ty– “ Kronner nodded at Jiri and Dan. “These guys.”
“Val and Brett just came in,” Mule said, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He peered out from between his fingers. “And Hoss. Danny, you are seriously joining them?”
“It’s fun this way.”
“You can hear them regardless,” Mule yelped. He paused. “You know, I think he is bottoming.”
“Hah! You are listening, I knew it!”
“It’s kind of hard to ignore.” It was true, the volume of the thudding and moaning had increased to the point where there was no ignoring it. Mule gave it up entirely and started counting on his fingers. “All right, so we have Oz, Hoss, Val, the Grind Line, Brett, Andreas, Ty, Clears, Huds, Kopy just came in, me, Kronner– hi Cheli– Cheli’s here… who’s left?”
“Is that Nick?”
“Hank and Pavs,” Mule added, looking up at the man who’d just posed the question. “Yeah, it is. We’re trying to figure out who’s left.”
“I can’t…that cannot be Nick.”
“He loud,” Pav commented. He joined the others against the wall. “Bottom, you thinking?”
“Has to be,” Kronner confirmed. “No way he gets that loud if he’s on top.”
“Okay, so we’ve decided that he’s bottoming,” Malts clarified. “Now who’s he with?”
“Coach?” Huds suggested. Everyone shuddered and Mac pushed him off the bench,
“Only you would suggest that. No, I think Coach is down the hall.”
“Wait, I’m confused,” Conks interjected. “How do we know he’s bottoming?”
“No one gets that loud when they’re on top. Not the whole time.”
“Drapes, how would you know that?”
Kris grinned. “I have my ways. No seriously, he’d be concentrating too much.”
“Raffi, maybe?” Mule asked.
“What? I didn’t do it, whatever it was.”
“Nope, not Raffi,” Drapes said. “Ah, Stuie…no, you’re here too. Damn it, who else is left?”
“Uh…Homer?” Mule counted quickly, ran out of fingers and started again with his left hand. “I think everyone else is here.”
“Homer?” Oz said. Johan shifted as they all turned to look at him.
“Well, he is the only one left.”
“But…it’s Homer.”
“So?”
Kirk shrugged. “Big, clumsy …doesn’t seem Nick’s type.”
“I can’t believe it’s Homer getting that kind of reaction,” Cheli said, folding his jacket over his arm.
“Homer,” Drapes mused, looking at his linemates. “Seriously.”
“Well, it’s not like he’s hideous or anything.” Mule felt the need to defend his friend.
“No, but…well, he’s…weird. I mean, that’s why we love him but…damn, Homer.” Mac pulled back as another yell came through the wall. “He’s doing something right.”
“Who cares if he’s weird?” Kronner asked. “He’s a sweetheart, and a really nice guy.”
“I know,” Darren snipped. “He just doesn’t seem like Nick’s type, is all I’m saying.”
“Well, apparently he is,” Danny interjected.
“So it would seem.” Ozzie nodded as another cry came through the wall.
“Tomas!”
“Confirmed, it is Homer,” Cheli stated dryly.
~*~
Homer tipped his head back with a squeaky groan. “Nicklas…” quickening his thrusts as Nick’s nails dug into his shoulders.
“Harder…Tommy, harder…” Nick panted, grinding his hips up to urge his lover on. He curled a hand over the back of Homer’s neck and gave him a wolfish smile. He loved being fucked, especially by the man on top of him now. Homer complied, pulling back and pushing in again, making Nick’s eyes roll back as he moaned again.
“Nick…close…”
“I know, babe, I know…God damn, Tomas!” Nick tilted his head back and bucked into Homer again. They hadn’t chosen the most romantic spot for their impulsive tryst– they were currently fucking on a pile of unlaundered jerseys– but at this point, he didn’t care. It was fast and hard and so deep it felt like it should be wrong. He leaned up on his elbows to get a better angle, and hitched a leg over Tomas’ shoulder, knocking over another bundle of sticks in the process.
“Stop that,” Homer breathed, the words coming out in short, harsh bursts. “That’s the third time…”
“Fourth, I think, but who cares.” Nick watched Homer’s forehead crease and, knowing what that meant, urged him on. “Come on, come on… Tomas…komma…komma…”
“I am…fuck, Nick…fuck, now…oh God,” Homer groaned. He dropped his head to Nick’s damp shoulder, felt a hand run through his sweat-soaked hair as Nick’s legs tightened against his skin. “Fuck, Nicklas!”
Nick arched, feeling the quick spurts inside him, realizing belatedly that Homer hadn’t stopped to put anything on, and then he was coming too, peaking in a rush of lust and euphoria.
“Jag älska…jag älska…” Homer panted, shivering on top of Nick, kissing the side of his neck in a dazed sort of way.
“Thank you,” Nick murmured into Tomas’ shoulder. “That was…oh God…”
“I…fuck you…like that…and you…thank me…Nicky? Really?” Homer pulled out and sat up, looking around for his clothes. Nick stretched languidly and rolled over to lean his cheek against Homer’s thigh.
“Sorry. That was the only thing that came to mind.”
Tomas traced a finger over Nick’s jawline with a small smile. “Is okay, for sure. Beard burn…someone’s going to notice that.”
Nick opened his mouth to reply, but before he could speak, a loud pounding made them both jump. Homer yelped and scrambled into Nick’s arms as Coach’s voice filtered through the wall, making them both go wide-eyed. They looked at each other, twin blushes creeping over their features. Homer swallowed dryly. “I think they heard us.”
Nick dropped his face into his hands. “Oh God… I am never going to live this down.”
~*~
Mike slammed his palm against the wall again and shouted,” Will you two get your clothes on and get in here? We have a meeting to get through, you know!”
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