Flyers Fic 1/4

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?TITLE: "A Flyers Christmas", Part 1/?
BY: kjameson 
TEAM(S): Philadelphia Flyers, Tampa Bay Lightning
PAIRING(S): There are several pairings in this story, as well as introducing two new pairings and one possible pairing that will later develop.
RATING: NC-17 (like it would be anything else)
DISCLAIMER: The following story is a complete work of fiction, and while we all wish it was true, it's really not. Written for entertainment purposes only and not being used to make money or offend anyone. Please don't sue, thanks.
WARNING: There are lots of warnings in this story. Pretty much the usual. Nothing unexpected to happen...I think.
SUMMARY: Mike Richards throws a Christmas party for his teammates, as well as a couple former Flyers, on Christmas Eve.  Unfortunately, things don't turn out the way he planned it.
CREDIT: Good conversation and brain picking with tinydancermags. She helped me think of a lot of ideas and expand on ones I already had. We pretty much lived this story for that past month. Thanks, I owe you big time, because this probably would have sucked without you :)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story is very long, so I'm posting it as 4 parts, or probably more depending how much LJ will fight me.  Apparently, it's too long to post in like 1 or 2.  Whatever.  I know Christmas was like forever ago, but considering I started this like the day before (not really, more like a week), and it was constantly kicking my ass and I had practically no time to write, you all get to enjoy it now. I would like to give a shout out to kelles and say thank you because if it wasn't for me finding her random stories online back in November, I probably still wouldn't have realized I can slash the Flyers, get away with it, and totally be obsessed and praised for it :) This is a big accomplishment for me; I've never written anything this long before (and actually finished it!). Hope you guys like it. ENJOY! *Edited by the wonderful tinydancermags 

T’was the night before Christmas when all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a…

 Mike Richards stood at the bottom of the stairs.  Surveying his work, he noticed everything he had been planning for the past two weeks had finally come together. The decorations were up, the table and chairs were set, and of course all the food and drinks were out. There was a separate table for alcohol, bottles lined up and a cooler placed in the kitchen.  The amount of alcohol Mike had purchased made him a little leery. He didn’t want things to turn out too crazy, and he especially knew of one person he would have to try to keep away from the vodka and whiskey.

 Such luck was not granted to Mike that night. But he didn’t know at that time, obviously.

 Sighing, the captain agreed with himself that everything was perfect.

 “It’s almost time. Everything ready?”

 Mike turned to see Jeff Carter walking down the steps. With a smile on his freshly shaven face, he winked at Mike and hopped off the last step.

 “Oh my god…” Mike couldn’t help but say to it out loud. Jeff looked hot. Tight dark blue jeans, a red form-fitting sweater, finished with nice black boots and a spray of cologne that Mike knew all too well.  “Damn, you look good.”

 Jeff laughed and pulled his lover close. “Not as good as you.” And he kissed Mike, running his hands down his back to grab the captain’s ass. Jeff moaned as their groins bumped against each other and he pushed his tongue farther into Mike’s mouth.  Their hips rocked in motion and soon lips found their way to Jeff’s neck.

 “Mmm…” Mike moaned, the vibration hitting Jeff’s throat. He nipped and licked, careful not to leave marks for the upcoming event.  It was hard though, as he was so turned on by the sight of Jeff.

 “If you keep doing that I might have to rip your clothes off and fuck you right now.”  Apparently, Jeff was just as turned on as Mike.

 Mike ran his hands up Jeff’s sweater, over warm bare skin, and brushed his fingertips over two rock hard nipples.

 “I could call and cancel everything right now. We could spend the night in bed. Really, that would be just fine.”

 “Oh no you don’t.” Jeff laughed and put some space between their bodies. He cupped Mike’s face in his hands and looked at him, facial expression softening. “You planned this for weeks and put too much hard work in it. I’m not letting you get off that easily.”

 “I don’t think I’ll be getting off at all.” Mike smirked and gave Jeff one last kiss.

 “Not right now, no.” He fixed his sweater and adjusted his pants. They had grown slightly tighter in the past few minutes. “Come on, let’s have a glass of wine before everyone arrives. It will calm your nerves.”  Jeff pulled Mike into the kitchen and proceeded to pour two glasses of wine. One glass each suddenly became two glasses each as they waited for the guests to arrive and resisted touching one another again. It wasn’t very easy.

 

A little ways across town, Joffrey Lupul was waiting not so patiently for his best friend to finish in the bathroom.  Standing by the front door, he played with the keys in his hands and listened to water being turned on and off, repeatedly. 

 “You almost done?!”

 Pause. There was silence and then the bathroom door opened.  “Give me a fuckin’ minute, would ya!” Scottie Upshall’s voice was too loud and it pierced Joff’s ears.  The door slammed shut and the winger rolled his eyes.

 “You said that ten minutes ago!”  Joff shook his head and sighed. He started mumbling something about how Scottie took forever to get ready and how amusing it was that he was called the girl.  “We should’ve left five minutes ago…”

 He was about to give up and take a seat on the couch when the bathroom door opened and he could hear footsteps coming down the stairs.  Scottie’s right foot appeared first and then his whole body, descending quickly down the steps and into the living room.

 “Alright let’s go.”  Scottie walked over to the closet and grabbed his coat. He slipped on the leather jacket over his black sweater, and after shoving his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans he headed for the door.

 “I don’t know why he’s having this stupid party anyway.” Scottie wasn’t too keen on the idea of hanging out with everyone on Christmas Eve. He was tired from shopping the whole day with Joff in a crowded mall. All he wanted to do was go to bed and then wake up to Christmas morning sex. Really, was that too much to ask for?

 “Scottie, quit whining so much.” Joff unlocked the door and the two of them got in the car.  “You know how much pressure Richie has had on him lately. It’s his first season as captain; he wanted to have this party because he felt it was his duty to.”

 “Whatever. As long as there is plenty of alcohol I’ll be fine.”

Pulling out of the driveway and onto the street, Joff rolled his eyes.  “Promise me you’ll be good tonight.”

 Scottie laughed, looking at Joff like he was crazy.  “I can’t promise you, but I’ll try to be good.”

 The ride to Mike and Jeff’s condo would have normally taken only ten minutes, but because of the falling snow Joff was taking it easy.  When they eventually arrived twenty minutes later, they noticed they were the first ones there. Joff pulled the car into the driveway and parked next to Richie’s car. Before he could shut off the ignition, Scottie had jumped out and was heading for the door.

 The doorbell rang repeatedly until Mike could finally answer.

 “What the – “

 “Hey, Richie.” Scottie smirked and licked his lips. Wiggling his hips from side to side, he placed an arm on Mike’s shoulders. “I’ve come to PAR-TAY!” Pause, seductive wink.  “Now where’s the vodka? I want to do a couple shots before I change my mind and drag Lupes home to fuck.”

 Mike groaned as Scottie pushed his way in and after muttering a “Hey, Jeff” made his way over to the table where the alcohol sat.

“You invited him.” Joff simply stated, walking through the doorway with a small apologetic smile on his face.

 “I know.”  Deep sigh. “I figured you wouldn’t be able to get a babysitter on such short notice.”

 Joff laughed out loud and walked into the house.  He gave Mike a hug and whispered to him, “Merry Christmas.” He caught a whiff of Mike’s cologne and memories briefly flooded his mind.  The memory of when he used to be able to kiss that pale neck, run his tongue up the curve to his throat and jaw, erupting moans from deep inside Mike. The memory of countless nights when he could kiss those pink lips that sat so dangerously close next to his ear at the moment. The memory of before there was Jeff, and before there were rules and hidden jealousy with Scottie.

 “Merry Christmas to you, too.” Hot breath hit him and Joff pulled away. He suddenly needed to do a couple shots of vodka as well.

“So, when do the strippers arrive?”

 “Scottie,” Mike began, looking over at the winger who stood there with a plastic cup in his hand. “It’s a Christmas party. There are no strippers.”

 Joff took a shot, hissing at the burn and then busted out a laugh at the sight of Scottie’s face.  There was a pout, a look of pure misery and hurt at the thought of no naked women dancing in front of him.  Joff walked over to Scottie and patted his shoulder.

“I know, I know…It’ll be okay.”  He held back another laugh. “I only told you that so you wouldn’t say no because I wanted you to come here tonight.”  

Scottie’s face soon went from a pout to rolling his eyes and glaring at Joff. Mike and Jeff exploded with laughter. 

The fun was only just beginning.

 *****

It was about thirty minutes later, nearing close to eight o’clock, when everyone from the team had arrived. Mike and Jeff had greeted their guests as they walked through the door and soon small conversations had broken out in several parts of their condo.  Looking over at everybody, he noticed two Flyers standing unnecessarily close to each other. Unnecessarily close, he thought, because there was no way possible they could have been together.

 “Hey, Richie.” Mike turned and accepted the bottle of beer from Joff. Arms brushing, they stood together and were now observing the same thing.

 “Trust me, after years of being with Scottie, I can clearly see they are flirting with each other right now.”

 Mike arched an eyebrow. “Yeah. But Knuble and Albie?” He said it like he himself couldn’t believe it as much as Joff did.

 “Must have happen sometime during the long home game stretch. I didn’t see anything going on while on the road.”

 “Think we should go…ask them?”

 Joff shrugged. “Couldn’t hurt.”

 Mike and Joff made their way over to where Mike Knuble and Andrew Alberts stood. Passing through, they said short hellos to a few teammates. Upon arriving to the previously mentioned couple, they watched Knuble and Alberts tear apart quickly, as if they wouldn’t have been seen affectionately touching each other’s arm or laughing flirtatiously at a private joke.

 Joff hadn’t meant to be abrupt. It was probably the alcohol starting to settle into his system.  “Oh don’t stop now.  You were totally turning us on.”

 A blush crept up onto Knuble’s face and Andrew just rolled his eyes.

 “So how long has been?”

 “What are you – “

 “I think they know, Albie.” Knuble gave Andrew a look.  It wasn’t mean, or hurtful, or even intended to be rude. It simply stated that there was no use in hiding everything now.

 Taking a deep breath in, Andrew embraced the next step of the relationship. “A little over a month.”

 “Really?” Two simultaneous nods. “Well, congrats! Wow, I’m so happy for you guys.”

 “You’re acting like they’re getting married.” Joff let out a laugh and downed the rest of his beer.

 Knuble blushed again and tried hiding it behind his own beer.

 “Yeah, well,” he began. “We kinda want to keep it on the down-low, okay?”

 “Yeah it’s no – “ A pair of arms suddenly found their way around the shoulders of Joff and Richards, pulling their bodies close. Scottie flashed a smile at everyone as it seemed like he appeared out of nowhere.

 “Keep what on the down-low?”

 That gut feeling that Alberts would get on the ice when an opposing player messed with his teammate was burning deep inside. His luck had been playing out so well for him lately that he wondered why this burden had been brought upon him. Everyone knew Upshall could keep his own secrets; it was everyone else’s he loved to tell.

 “Nothing, Ups. Don’t worry bout it.”

 Scottie looked at Alberts and cocked his head a little.  “You know, you look especially good looking tonight, Albie.”

 Coughing ensued as Knuble almost choked on his beer. “Wh-what?”

 “Oh come on, Mikey. You should be proud! Albie is a great catch.” Scottie winked at Knuble and watched the expression on his face turn from confusion to utter embarrassment.

 “How the fuck do you know?”

 “Simple. Joff told me he thought he saw you two flirting so I started watching you.” He ignored a glare from Joff and his toothy smile appeared on his face. “That kiss in the locker room last week was really hot.  Hell, if I’d known Albie here was in it for the other team, I’d have taken a bat at him already.”

 There was a sudden change in Knuble’s attitude. While being endlessly embarrassed for the past several minutes, he was now brought into a state of protection. Of course he knew what a total whore Scottie was. Had Scottie known about Alberts before they pursued a relationship would he have tried to do something? Most likely yes. And that bothered Knuble as much as the longing look on Scottie’s face directed towards his boyfriend bothered the defensemen. But the protection outweighed everything and Knuble suddenly wondered if that really was going to end up being a problem. It was the same old story: Alberts could be trusted, not Scottie.

 “You couldn’t handle me, Ups.”

 It sounded like a challenge.  Scottie and Andrew stared at each other for a minute, leaving Joff, Mike and Knuble to wonder what exactly was going to happen.  After Scottie licked his lips and Andrew let out a deep breath through his nostrils, Knuble couldn’t take it anymore and stepped in between them. Placing a hand gently on Andrew’s right arm, Knuble started pulling the younger man away.

 “Come on, Albie. Let’s go get something more to drink.” And with that, the conversation ended and the two Flyers had walked away. Alberts didn’t turn around like Scottie thought he would, but there was a quick glance over Knuble’s shoulder that clearly declared this wasn’t really over. The look in his eyes from when the winger stated his fondness for the six foot five defensemen was still there and Scottie grabbed Richard’s beer from his hands.  He could only smirk in response.

 “Uhh, Scottie?” Mike reached for his beer to take it back and when the defeat settled over him as Scottie held it high above his head, he just sighed and pouted.

 “Yes?” Scottie took a sip and his eyes sparkled with humor. “Oh, was this yours?” The remaining liquid soon found it’s way down the winger’s throat, bottle now empty and useless.

 “Yeah, it was.” Mike moved away from being so close to Scottie and shot a glare in his direction.

 “Ok well how about I go grab you another?” Scottie glanced at Joff. “And Lupes here will join me 'cause it looks like he could use one more.”  Eyebrows wiggled and then Scottie pinched Joff’s ass before pulling his friend after him.  They made their way through the living room and disappeared into the kitchen.

The living room was fairly loud as laughter roared from a circle made up of Riley Cote, Scott Hartnell, Glen Metropolit and Simon Gagne.  Sitting on the leather couch was Braydon Coburn and Daniel Briere. Both held a bottle of beer in their hand and were most likely conversing about hockey, as Danny was still not ready to return to playing games. Luca Sbisa, who had been good so far with resisting offers of alcohol, suddenly found himself accepting a beer from Jeff.

 “Don’t tell Richie I gave it to you.”

 “But he said I could drink.” Luca looked cautiously at Jeff, almost like he was aware of a prank being played on him.

 “Yeah, I know.” Jeff gave Luca a wink and left, taking long strides to find the earlier mentioned captain.  Luca glanced at Jeff and then down at the beer.  He was tempted to sniff it – did he really think Jeff would put something in it? Being a rookie, he may not act like it on the ice but Luca sure thought like one off it. The beer bottle was closer to his lips and he could almost taste it when a hand connected with his back and forced him to bring the bottle away, as if it came any closer the liquid would hit his face.

 “Luca!” The voice belonged to Arron Asham. “I think you should give me that beer!” He grabbed the bottle from Luca’s hand and downed half of it in one gulp. “Here.” Asham held it up for Luca to take back. When instead Luca just stared at Asham like he was crazy, the winger plastered a huge smile on his face and opened Luca’s hand, put the bottle in it, and closed his fingers to grasp the cold glass.

“You can keep it, really.”  Luca found himself glancing at another Flyers teammate before staring down at his beer again. He had arrived with Kimmo Timonen, who he had been staying with for the past few months, but he could always call a cab to leave early if need be. Luca didn’t want to; the last thing he needed was to be the chicken rookie everyone probably thought he was, but at least it was an option. That made Luca feel better and decided that he would enjoy the night.

 Heading to the kitchen, Luca intended on tossing the half empty beer to grab a fresh one to enjoy on his own, but that plan seemed to be tossed out the window the minute he was passing through the doorway.

 “Stop!”

Luca froze and his eyes went wide. Scottie’s stare was on him and he unexpectedly regretted his new found courage to break the law.  As he turned his eyes to look at Scottie, Luca then noticed that Lasse Kukkonen was standing next to him in the doorway as well.  Lasse must have thought Scottie was talking to him too, but then again Luca could have been jumping the gun and had stopped for no apparent reason. 

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

 A wide smile appeared on Scottie’s face as he stayed where he was in the kitchen, leaning against a counter with a cup half full of whiskey in his hand.

 “I believe it’s a Christmas tradition, one that I personally hold very dear to my heart, that if you are found standing under mistletoe with someone else, you two must kiss.”  The way he said made it sound so fun, so exciting, so cheery for the holidays, even if it was anything but that.

 Luca and Lasse finally looked at each other. Their eyes drifted upwards toward the ceiling, now finally noticing the little piece of mistletoe hanging above them.

 “Uhh…” It came deep from Lasse’s throat, filled with uncertainty. 

 “Oh my god, Scottie, please tell me you didn’t!” Now that had come from Richards, who was now approaching the rapidly growing awkward scene.

 Scottie looked over towards the dining room to see Mike walking over, brushing past a few teammates.  Mike’s eyes were trailing from Scottie, to the mistletoe, straight down to the two unexpected victims and back to Scottie. He looked slightly disappointed but he knew this was totally going to happen sooner or later.

 “Did you put that up there?”

 Pause. Scottie’s eyes flickered with innocence.  “…Maybe?”

 His hands were balled up into fists and Mike wasn’t sure whether he wanted to punch Scottie first, or laugh at the idea and then throw a punch.

 “You can’t expect everyone who walks under there to…to kiss, Ups. I mean, not everyone is…into that.”

 “Puh-lease! They have to do it! It’s tradition!”

 Attention was now being drawn back onto the Luca and Lasse, who surprisingly were still standing underneath the mistletoe.  They both held a look in their eyes, both questioning the other on if they seriously considered what was being asked, no, demanded that they do.

 “Well, we’re waiting.” Scottie was daring them. They could both hear it in his voice.

 “Uhh, um…” Luca wasn’t sure what to do. Of course he knew the tradition. But Luca always thought that if the same sex was caught underneath then you didn’t have to do anything. Maybe he was wrong? Or maybe it was just another prank… “I uh, don’t think so – “

 A pair of hands grasped him, one hand on his back and the other cupping his face. Luca’s body was suddenly pinned to Lasse’s and a warm pair of lips caught his. He froze, eyes wide open. Was Lasse, his teammate and friend, actually kissing him? A tongue prodded to part his lips, wanting to gain access to further explore.  The thought of that still being a prank played through his mind but he wasn’t sure if he could hear anyone laughing at him. All outside noise had been drained out at the feeling of a slick tongue roaming his mouth, as the hand cupping his face slipped to place caresses on his neck.  Luca fought back a moan – what the fuck? – and soon the kiss was broken.

Lasse smiled and winked at him.  “You taste like peppermint.”  A small blush crept on Luca’s face and he wished a hole would appear and suck him through.

 “Whew! What a show!” Scottie started clapping and laughed. Mike, who’s head was cocked to the side and eyes had gone wide, snapped out of his trance and cleared his throat.

 “Yeah well…” He looked at Scottie. “You’re so evil.”  Mike just got a nod in response.  He looked over at Luca, who now stood alone. 

 “You okay?” Mike asked, ignorance from Scottie washed away as concern took over for the rookie.

 “Yeah, I’m cool.” Luca tried to laugh it off, like the previous events didn’t really happen or didn’t really matter all that much.  He broke his gaze that was on Mike and headed over to a cooler. Luca definitely needed that beer now. Ignoring any looks he might have been getting, Luca popped the cap off and took two long gulps. He wasn’t a virgin to the taste of beer.  Luca knew how to party; he just didn’t think that at a Christmas Eve party he would be stuck kissing his teammate underneath mistletoe with half the team watching.

 Eyeing the damned object, he avoided another mishap by going through the dining room to exit any possible place where Scottie could see him.  It worked, and he found himself on the leather couch talking to a couple, as he seemed it to be, normal teammates.

 The fun was starting to turn into amusement for Scottie, and that worried Mike Richards greatly.

*****

 

“I think they are going to be surprised when they see us showing up together.”

 “Why? We are from the same general area…do you really think Richie expected us not to catch a ride with each other?”

 Steve Downie shrugged and occupied himself with the snow on the ground. He had been feeling a little uneasy about attending the Christmas Eve party since it was first mentioned that they had been invited. Ever since two weeks ago when he and Steve Eminger suddenly became a ‘couple’, there was one person he didn’t want to see.

 “Are you okay?” The voice pained his ears. Downie knew his lover didn’t deserve this.

 “Yeah,” he smiled, looking up at Eminger. “I’m good.”

 “Okay then. Shall we proceed?” Steve Eminger received a nod in response and rang the doorbell.  They could hear the holiday music and see a bunch of shadows dancing along the curtains.  They had only arrived about an hour late, and that was due to the snowfall thickening and Eminger’s refusal to use the GPS he had in his car.

 “I don’t need damn directions”, was his response. Downie had only rolled his eyes and laughed.

 The front door opened and Jeff Carter stood there, a beer in one hand and the other grasping the doorknob a little too hard. A smile appeared on his face at the sight of his two former teammates.

 “Ems! Downie!” He stepped to the side, allowing them access into the condo. “Come on in!”

 “Hey, Carts.” Eminger gave Jeff a hug and Downie followed after.

 “Merry Christmas, guys!” They weren’t sure why Jeff was shouting. “You wanna a beer?!”

 Before they could answer, Richards noticed them and quickly made his way over. “Ems! Ohmygod, you made it!” Mike grabbed Eminger and took him into a tight hug. “I wasn’t sure if you guys would make it or not.” Mike grabbed Downie and pulled him into the hug.  Looking at Mike squished between two Tampa Bay hockey players, Jeff cocked his head to the side and his lips parted into a small shaped “O”.  He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or the spirit of the holidays, or the fact that he really did find Eminger and Downie good looking, but the sight of his lover being slightly affectionate to two other guys was turning him on.

 “Uh, earth to Jeff?” A finger poked him in the side and then a cold beer was placed against the back of his neck.

 “What the fuck?” Jeff turned sharply and saw Scottie smirking at him. “Jeez, Upshall, you scared the shit out of me.” 

 Scottie laughed, “Don’t worry about me, Carts – seems like your boyfriend may want a threesome, and not with you.”

 “You’re such a dick.” Jeff turned and approached Mike. The captain was immersed in conversation with the ex-Flyers and didn’t notice Jeff had put an arm around him until a pair of familiar lips was pressed against his left cheek. The kiss was short, gentle, loving, and Mike couldn’t help but smile and pull Jeff close.

 “Well, I can clearly see you two are doing well.” Eminger smiled, a knowing look in his eyes.

 “Yeah, well…never been happier.”

 “That’s because you get laid every night.” Four pairs of eyes were on Scottie now, who abruptly made his way into the conversation.  Scottie never needed a formal invitation. He was generally liked no matter where he went, until he opened his mouth to speak.

 “Yeah, well,” Jeff cleared his throat. “I think I need another beer. Mine seems to be…too empty right now.  You guys want one?” Eminger and Downie nodded and then off went Jeff, disappearing into a sea of drunken testosterone.

 When the three of them looked back at each, Scottie seemed to staring at Downie in a weird way.  The word weird may have been used incorrectly if anyone thought about it, but due to the glassy look in his eyes from consuming what could of have been his third or sixth beer, Scottie seemed to be intent on making Downie squirm.

 “You okay, Stevie?”  Before Downie could answer, there was a loud crash followed by an even louder stream of curse words.  “Ah, shit. Be right back.”  Mike looked from Downie to Eminger and gestured towards Scottie. “Watch him.”

 “Uh, okay…” Eminger watched Mike practically run over to the other side of the condo. When he looked back at Downie, he could see the unpleasant look on his face. “Really, Steve, are you okay?”

 Downie was suddenly burdened with the question again. And while another loud crash wouldn’t save him this time, the young winger was forced to listen to someone else answer Eminger.

 “I’m sure Stevie here is just fine. At least, he was doing all right when he visited me not too long ago after that game we played against you last month.”

 

 

Part 2 will be posted on Jan. 19, 2009

Comments

[jess-the1.livejournal.com]

Oh Scottie why you got to be mean too Stevie. Poor boy.*hugs them both*

Luca/Lasse is very cute and adorable, as is Ems and Downie.

Of course Jeff/Mike and Joff/Scottie is love.

[kjameson.livejournal.com]

Luca/Lasse are very cute. Ems and Downie was a pairing I wasn't too sure of, and my muse is still iffy about it. Hmm...just have to wait and see!

Hehe they are love. So much love ;)