Bad penny (3/3)

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Title: Bad Penny (Part 3 of 3)
Characters: Zdeno Chara, Sidney Crosby; appearances by Blake Wheeler, Milan Lucic, Mark Stuart, Marc Savard, David Krejci 
Rating: NC-17
Time: 2008/09 season
Summary: Chara confronts Crosby
Disclaimer: A fictional story, told only for entertainment purposes

Zdeno Chara loved almost everything about playing for the Boston Bruins -- his teammates, his coaches, the fans, the city. But there was one thing he didn't love, and that was TD Banknorth Garden. 

The place gave him the creeps. Despite its relative newness, it reminded him of one of those old haunted houses on an episode of Twilight Zone, with its odd nooks and crannies and zig zagging hallways and stairways to nowhere. He kept expecting to find a dead body or space aliens or Godzilla eggs hatching in some dark corner someday. Nothing that exotic that particular night, however; the only thing he found lurking in the darkness was one Sidney Crosby. 

Chara had hurried through the obligatory media soundbites after the game and then got out of the locker room as quickly as he could, well before the youngsters on the team, who seldom rushed. He walked silently through the passageways between the Bruins locker room and the closest door, peering into assorted odd spaces, before he spotted Crosby in the shadows behind a parked Zamboni.

The Pittsburgh captain was leaning on the machine, his forehead pillowed on his crossed arms. "Sidney," Chara said quietly, slipping into the shadows behind him. Crosby lifted his head, but he didn't look surprised. It was almost as though he expected to see the Bruins captain.

"Hey, Zdeno," he said, just as quietly. He stared into space, not meeting Chara's eyes.

"Looking for someone, Sidney?" Chara inquired. Crosby's lips twitched, but his expression didn't change.

"You could say that," he said.

"HEY ASSHOLE!" a voice in the hallway boomed out. Chara and Crosby both jumped involuntarily.

"Let's go, come on, we haven't got all night!" came the voice again. It was Milan Lucic, with David Krejci at his side. The two players paused in the hall, and Mark Stuart caught up with them, panting slightly. "What time does it close, anyway?" he asked.

"Midnight," Lucic replied.

"Midnight?! The fuck, Looch, we got more than an hour! What's wrong with you?"

"Sometimes they run out!"

"Run out?" Stuart looked worried. "How can they run out?" 

"Easy," Lucic said. "Guys like you eating a whole one. WHEELS, IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS UP HERE, WE'RE LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!"

"I'M COMING! JESUS, KEEP YOUR PANTS ON, LUCIC!" 

"IF YOU WERE ANY FUCKING SLOWER, YOU'D BE GOING BACKWARDS! WHILE WE'RE STILL YOUNG, WHEELER!" He lowered his voice. "Wheels. Most fucking ironic nickname in the fucking world."

Stuart and Krejci snickered. Finally Blake caught up, pulling on his jacket and juggling his equipment bag. "So much turmoil over a fucking tollhouse cookie pie," he snorted. 

"Blasphemy!" Lucic exclaimed. "You can't talk like that about Herrell's tollhouse cookie pie!"

Stuart nodded solemnly. "He's right, you know. There are some things you just can't joke about."

"C'mon, let's go!" Lucic shouted, charging at the door.His teammates followed in his wake, laughing. The door slammed behind them with a crashing boom that echoed through the empty hall.

Crosby sighed and looked at Chara, who smiled and shrugged. "I'll see you later, Zee," Sidney said, reaching for the jacket he'd draped over one of the Zamboni's myriad pipes.

"Are you all right, Sidney?" Chara asked. Crosby looked up, surprised by the concern in his opposite number's voice. He considered.

"No," he said. "Not really. Why should you care?" There was no malice or scorn in his voice, only a sort of dull curiosity.

"Of course I care, Sidney," Zdeno said. "Come on, I'll buy you something to eat. I'd offer a tollhouse cookie pie, but I think we'd better avoid Herrell's."

Crosby almost smiled. "I'm not really hungry. Thirsty, though."

"Drinks it is," Chara said. "Come on."

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Crosby was silent as Chara drove out of the North End and into Cambridge, just raising one eyebrow as they parked outside a small Irish pub in the working-class section of the city. "Never been here before," he said.

"I wouldn't think so," Chara said with a chuckle. The bartender saw them enter and nodded at the Bruins defenseman, who nodded back. A buxom young waitress approached as they sat down in a booth in a dim corner. "The usual, Mr Chara?" Zdeno nodded, and the waitress looked at Sidney and smiled. "Can I see some ID?" 

Crosby almost laughed, then dug out his wallet and presented his driver's license. She glanced at it and handed it back as he asked what beers they had on tap. "Guinness, Harp, Killian's, Kinsale, Murphy's Amber..." Sidney looked at Chara, who interrupted the girl. "Bring him a Murphy's Amber, sweetheart. Thank you." She turned pink and hastened to the bar, then returned with a pint of reddish Murphy's, and a large glass mug accompanied by a bottle of Tipperary Water.

"Never figured you for a place like this," Crosby said, raising the mug to his lips as Chara filled his glass.

"Getting in touch with my inner Irishman," Zdeno said with a laugh. "It's a good private place. Nobody bothers anybody here." 

"You don't drink?" Sidney asked, eyeing the water.

"Not during the season," Chara said. "So what's the problem, Sidney?"

Somewhat jolted, the young Pittsburgh captain stared morosely into his beer for a long moment. Then, in a flat voice: "I suck."

"Is that a fact," Chara replied.

"Yeah," Crosby said. "I suck, the whole damn team sucks, life sucks. We can't win a game, I can't score a goal, I can't even fucking fight."

"I must admit, that WAS a pretty pathetic attempt at a fight with McLean," Chara said. "What in God's name were you thinking?"

"Trying to shake up the team," Crosby said, staring at the table. "Trying to do something. Anything. Man, I suck." He took another pull at the beer, then slammed his mug on the table, waiting for Chara to give him the obligatory keep-your-chin-up rah-rah bullshit pep talk he'd heard from a million different people in the past month.

Instead, Chara grinned. "You're not used to sucking, are you?"

Sidney looked up and glared. Chara continued. "Top draft choice, best player in Canada, Stanley Cup finals, MVP, World Juniors, on and on, the star as long as you can remember. You have no idea what it means to struggle."

"That -- that's not true!" Crosby sputtered. "I've always worked my ass off!"

"Working your ass off and struggling are two different things, Sidney," Chara replied. "Most of us have gone through this shit much earlier in our lives, and we learned to deal with it. You have no clue, do you?"

Crosby looked furious, then confused, and then, finally, defeated. He let go of the mug and bowed his head, plunging his hands into his hair. "You're right, dammit, you're right," he muttered. "I don't know what the fuck to do."

"Well, first of all, bullying people isn't going to help," Chara said. Crosby turned red. "I... I told David, and Marc, that I was s... sorry," he said. "And I am, really. I wish... I wish it could have been different... different with... David..." his voice dropped to a whisper as he looked down at the table, his blush darkening. "I really don't want to.... bully anyone. Not anymore." 

"You want an equal," Chara said quietly. Crosby looked up. "That's it exactly. I'm tired of tellling everyone what to do. I'd tired of being The Man. I'm tired of trying to fucking carry this team. I'm tired of everyone thinking I'm the greatest thing in the world. I just want to... be equal. Or even..." he looked down again. "Less than equal." 

"Less than equal?" Chara's eyebrow lifted. Crosby just kept his eyes down and nodded. "Don't you think I deserve it?" he asked the table.

The Bruins captain sat back, studying his counterpart, considering. Then he leaned forward and spoke quietly, almost whispering. "Sidney, put your hand under the table and hold it out, palm up. I'm going to give you something, then I want to tell me one thing: Either yes, or no." 

Sidney obeyed, and felt Zdeno slip something into his hand. He closed his fingers around a hard, round object, pulled it into his lap, and looked down. His eyes widened in shock. It was a ball gag.

His head snapped up, and he gazed into Chara's intense, unblinking green eyes. He ran his thumb over the gag and felt teeth marks. Whose? Don't ask. That's not the question. The question is: yes, or no?

Sidney's mouth was suddenly dry. He slipped his tongue out and tried to wet his full lips, then shuddered, his eyes still locked with Zdeno's.

"Yes," he whispered.


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Out of my mind, out of my mind, I'm out of my FUCKING mind.

Crosby huddled in the passenger seat of Chara's SUV, watching the lights of downtown Boston approach, his stomach churning at the thought of what he'd agreed to. He was almost nauseated with terror, and he glanced over at Chara, wondering what in hell had possessed him to utter that word, that one small traitorous word. The Bruins defenseman caught his eye and smiled, a look that Sidney assumed was meant to be reassuring, but he thought it made Chara look like a wolf. A hungry wolf. And Sidney was certain he in turn looked like a rabbit in a trap. 

The most fuckin' turned-on rabbit ever. He shivered, slipped one hand between his legs and squeezed, biting back a groan.  

Out of my fucking mind.

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Chara walked into the hotel like he owned the place, Crosby moving fast in an attempt to keep up. He pulled out his key card in the elevator, checked the hall to make sure none of his teammates were about, and got the Bruins captain into his room with nobody the wiser, sighing in relief.

That feeling dissipated almost instantly as Chara turned around and pulled his jacket off, looking at Sidney, who stood rigid, his back against the door. Chara's lips quirked, and he turned his back and walked toward the bed, tossing his jacket over a chair and pulling off his tie and dress shirt. Crosby followed him, hesitantly, and reached for the bottom of his long-sleeved T-shirt, pulling it over his head. He paused, arms in the air, as Chara unbuckled his pants and pulled them down.

"Jesus H. fucking Christ!" Crosby gasped. He flailed his arms out of his shirt, sending it flying, then groped for the bed as his knees buckled, missed it entirely and sat down with a hard thump on the floor.

All the years he'd spent in locker rooms, all the guys he'd fucked (admittedly, not that many), even his fertile imagination, hadn't prepared him for this... this... fucking monstrous cock.

The gag, of course, no wonder, teeth marks, Jesus, Oh my fucking GOD, how can I... how can I... 

And then another voice, from out of the deepest, most secret corner of his soul, spoke up.

How can you NOT?

Crosby staggered to his feet as Chara finished stripping, and deliberately kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, and dropped his jeans and boxers. He kicked them aside, reached down and pulled off his socks, and dropped to his knees. Not giving himself any more time to think, he reached for Chara, who stepped forward at the gesture, took that massive cock in both hands, and guided it past his lips.  

Just the tip of it filled his mouth all the way to his molars, and Sidney was grateful that Zdeno didn't move, just allowed him to do what he could. He ran his tongue around the head, sucked hard, and felt a drop of precome slide across the back of his tongue and down his throat. Encouraged despite Zdeno's silence, he moved his head up and down, taking in a fraction more, feeling his own cock swelling in response. He still held the rest of Chara's cock in both hands, as if afraid to let it go, and was finally rewarded as he heard Zdeno's breathing get faster and heavier. Then, a large hand on his head, stopping him abruptly. 

"That's enough, Sidney," Zdeno said. He pulled Crosby to his feet, and cupped the young center's face in his hands. "On your stomach, or your back?"

Sidney wanted to see what was going on, even though he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep his eyes open. "Back," he said, and Chara smiled and gave him a little shove, knocking him backwards onto the bed. The Bruins captain turned, pulled a condom and the gag out of his jacket pocket, and dropped them on the bed. "We going to use that?" Sidney asked, looking at the gag, suddenly feeling rabbit-like once again. "That's up to you, Sidney," Chara replied.  "Where's your lube?"

"Bag," he pointed, hauling himself backwards up the bed as Chara pulled out a bottle. Before opening it, he leaned over Crosby and put a large hand on the side of his face.

"Have you done this much, Sidney?" he asked, seriously. Crosby could feel his face heating. "You mean... bottomed?" Chara nodded. "No, not.... much. I usually...."

"Top," Zdeno answered for him. "I thought as much. We're going to have to get you ready, then." 

With what, a baseball bat? Crosby felt hysterical laughter bubbling in his chest, and fought to control himself, just nodding and opening his legs as Chara ran his hands over his quivering body, kneading the muscles. He felt them relax in spite of himself, and watched with a bit less trepidation as Zdeno lubed his fingers and slipped one slowly inside. It felt good, and Sidney murmured in appreciation. 

"Another," Zdeno said quietly, and slid his middle finger alongside his index digit. Sidney tensed and bit his lip, feeling himself being stretched as Zdeno scissored his fingers; it hurt, a little, but still felt good. His cock was getting harder by the second; he could see Chara's dick throbbing in anticipation and wondered how much longer the Boston captain could wait. His answer came within seconds; Chara settled back on his knees, rolled the condom on, lubed it, and then loomed over him, pure hunger in his eyes.

"Open wide," he said, and Sidney did, bracing himself for the invasion.

Slowly, slowly, Zdeno worked his way in. Sidney screwed his eyes shut and bit his lip as he felt himself being stretched as far as he could possibly go, and then further. And further. And further. "Can't...." he panted. "Zdeno... can't.... please...."

"You can," Chara replied, still moving with deliberate slowness. He paused, watching Crosby's chest heave as sweat broke out on his face. He pulled back, just a bit, then pushed forward, a little harder. Sidney squealed. Zdeno paused.

"Yes," Crosby said. "Yes. Give it to me. All of it, dammit."

Zdeno smiled and pushed forward, harder. Sidney squealed again, louder. Chara  reached for the gag and pressed it to Crosby's lips; the Pittsburgh captain opened his mouth and took it in, biting down hard. Bite the bullet, he thought, crazily. He reached down with both arms, hooked them around his knees, and pulled his legs back to his chest, giving Chara unfettered control. FUCK ME! his mind screamed.

And Chara did, watching Crosby's head snap back, tendons and veins of his neck bulging, tears gushing from his eyes, his back bowing as Zdeno drove into him. He fucked Crosby with wild abandon, driving to orgasmic heights as he watched the beautiful young man's cock spurt semen over his own chest in a flood, his screams of agony and ecstacy choked off by the gag in his mouth. He came, his hips locked together with Sidney's, his face buried in Crosby's chest, tasting sweat and semen as his teeth scraped that precious flesh.

They lay together for what felt like forever, unable and unwilling to move, both wanting the moment to linger forever, never lost in the dark hallways of memory.

At last, Zdeno eased himself out of Sidney and pulled the gag out of his mouth, provoking a quiet whimper. He slowly got to his feet, staggered into the bathroom, and came out with two towels, handing one to Crosby. The youngster swiped at it but couldn't seem to connect, so Chara slung his own towel over his shoulder and sat down, carefully wiping Sidney's face, then chest, then around his genitals and softly between his legs.

"Thanks," Sidney whispered. He winced, then turned over and slid his arms around Chara's waist, burying his face in the mattress. "For everything," he added, his voice muffled.

Chara just smiled as he sat quietly, wiped his own face, and then ruffled Sidney's dark curly hair. Crosby turned his head and looked up at him. "Can I ask you another favor, Zdeno?" he inquired. 

"Of course, Sidney," Chara replied. "What is it?"

"When you come to Pittsburgh, can we... do this again?"

Zdeno looked down and laughed. "Hell yes, Sidney," he said. "Oh, hell yes." 

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Chara spotted the white box on the shelf of his locker as soon as he entered the room the next night, and he approached carefully. Even the captain knew to use caution on a team as full of practical jokers as the Boston Bruins.

His long nose twitched as he picked up the box, though, and he smiled, knowing what it contained even before he opened it. But he checked, just to make sure. It was a tollhouse cookie pie.

He scanned the locker room, looking for the responsible party, and finally locked eyes with Krejci. The young Czech affected an innocent look, but it lasted all of five seconds as he quickly broke down and offered up a big cheesy grin. Chara shook his head and grinned back.




Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Marc Savard stared morosely at the empty locker next to his own. Vladimir Sobotka had been sent down to Providence. Again.

Comments

[livinlavidalove.livejournal.com]

Gaaa... A-Hem...Mumble....HOT AS HELL!!!
Poor Marc:( All I could think of when I heard Vladdie was sent down was how Sad Marc must be feeling<3

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much. :-)

And it's funny, isn't it, that fics start permeating our brains and we think things like "poor Marc" when we hear such news?

[bruinsgirl37.livejournal.com]

nurjsdhbfsahjfnsakjfnkjsa!!!!!! That's all can say...scratch that type.

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

LOL. Thanks! :-)

[cpexplosion.livejournal.com]

You already know I love it! ^^

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

And I greatly appreciate it, thank you! ;-)

[cavefelem.livejournal.com]

Oooh my. I definitely didn't foresee THAT happening. Am glad it did, though, because it was hot hot hot!

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I'm glad you didn't! Surprises are often difficult to keep, and I'm happy to hear this one did.

[neo-queen157.livejournal.com]

Poor Sav. :( He's so mopey.

I'm thinking it's time to get Blake Wheeler into the mix. ;)

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Blake's too busy stuffing himself with tollhouse cookie pie. ;-)

Poor Savvy indeed. That's what he gets for falling for a kid like Vladdie. Sigh.

[tinydancermags.livejournal.com]

ohmygodohmygodohmygod

*is dead*

Is it wrong that my brain keeps saying, "Yes, more please?"

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Well, that's good! Thanks! :-)

[jennyagain.livejournal.com]

YES.

thank you for the intensity of this, sidney's high-octane anticipation and the giddy ride back with chara - and the lovely undercurrent of Out of my mind, out of my mind, I'm out of my FUCKING mind is perfect. loved the most-turned-on rabbit, too. hee. (gotta keep it light where possible, right?)

the escape something like this provides someone like crosby is perfect. zee comes off as selfless (to a point) but on the heels of how he's doing with vladdie being with marc - i love how all the complications become so simple when there is dominance to be had. also, sidney taking it from zee, taking it and asking for more, god. so hot.

i love krejci's cameo, and the cheesy grin he can't hide. eee. i love everything about that kid. GOD.

to close: you knew ending it like that - with marc, and vladdie's empty locker - would kill me, and yet you did it anyway. OH YOU.

::clings a lot::

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. (Again, inadequate response to such lovely thoughtful comments.) I think you picked up well on how Zdeno needs this as much, and possible more so, as Sidney does. and how much they're feeding off each other. Funny how when you write, you start scratching at the surface, only to find so much more underneath, if only you listen to what the characters are trying to tell you.

Not to mention that the thought of Chara giving it to Crosby, and Crosby's response, really does floor me. Hee.

I actually debated with myself a bit on the ending but it seemed that it just HAD to be there, especially after so much focus on Vladdie throughout this whole thing. And to give a little foreshadowing for what lies ahead. Bwahaha.

[agood-badhabit.livejournal.com]

oh my goodness i absolutely adore you. i love the way you painted crosby. i love how much every story is connected, how everyone in these stories seem to have a secret about another teammate and it just feeds into itself. it is absolute brilliance.

a wonderful story. the conflict - intriguing. the sex - gorgeous. the characters - spot on. there are few people whose stories i look forward to as much as yours. bravo.

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Wow. ::blushes:: Thank you so much! That's so very sweet of you.

Funny about Sidney - I know it's something of a chestnut to slash him, and it's not something I intended to do, but from the moment Krejci mentioned him (so long ago now, it seems), he keeps worming his way back into my fics whether I want him there or not.

It also appears I'm incapable of writing one-offs, so I'm glad you like the fact that they all end up being so interconnected. ;-)

Thanks a million times!

[purpledragon104.livejournal.com]

I wasn't expecting the story to end this way. I really enjoyed it.

Also, even though I'm not quite sure how it would look or taste, I'd really like to try a piece of tollhouse cookie pie.

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad it surprised you - keeping things unexpected, so to speak, can sometimes be the most difficult thing to pull off, IMHO.

And I can guarantee you that warm tollhouse cookie pie with vanilla ice cream is possibly the most delicious thing on earth. Other than perhaps David Krejci. :-)

[theyrsodoingit.livejournal.com]

Every once in a while I visit this community to see if you've posted anything and I bounce with joy when I see something like this. I still know nothing about hockey yet I feel like I know the Bruins so well from your fics.

This was amazing, as usual. And not to mention fucking hot! My god. The last part had me pouting. And caught me by surprise. Poor marc. Vladdie come back! Everyone loves you!

I love the way all your fics are connected. I feel like I'm watching a TV series and every fic is like a new episode. I always can't wait to see whats gonna happen next.

P.S I can't wait to see the stories you're gonna come up with this baseball season ^_^

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's so very nice of you. Thank you so much! I'm really glad you're enjoying! :-) (And now I'm getting the mental image of the Boston Bruins starring in Fawlty Towers haha.)

Baseball season? Yipe! ;-)

[theyrsodoingit.livejournal.com]

LOL, yeah still a while till baseball season but in the mean time, I am more than happy with your hockey fics. :)

[brylinmoygyeroy.livejournal.com]

Wow, I totally thought I commented on this yesterday, but I guess not. Sorry 'bout that.

You are a fantastic writer. That's seriously about all I can get out now. Your stories are absolutely brilliant.
This was wonderful and intense and I loved every minute of it:) Although, from your description, now I'm a little scared to be going to the eerie-sounding Boston Garden, haha...

Write more soon! I really look forward to it:)

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Wow, thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying, and I really, really appreciate such lovely compliments.

Yeah, the Garden does seriously creep me out, and I had to work that in somehow - luckily it fit into the fic perfectly. :-)

[hockeysaurus.livejournal.com]

End of fic: SAD. FACE. I'm so glad that he's back with the team. x__x

And...eff my life, I am walking to Herrells and demanding a tollhouse cookie pie TOMORROW. JUST BECAUSE. (do those actually EXIST!? My mind is BOGGLED!)

Again, love your Zee. And your Wheels/Looch/tollhouse cookie pie club. They're so ADORABLE. ♥

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! :-) Aren't they the cutest things? ::Pets Wheels and Co.:: LOL.

Yes, I am absolutely addicted to Herrells tollhouse cookie pie. A warm slice with vanilla ice cream is a little bit of heaven. (And I know for a fact that Zee has a sweet tooth - he's admitted as such - so he'd love it too, I'm quite sure haha.)

Thanks again for reading and commenting! That made my day!

[millerxgoose.livejournal.com]

Oh I like this pairing :D great job

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! Glad you liked it. :-)