TITLE: "A Flyers Christmas", Part 4/?
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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: So here's part 4, and I'm thinking maybe 2 more parts left. Not sure. But THIS is the part that Scottie has been waiting for, hehe ;) I'm glad everyone is enjoying this and thank you for all the great comments! ENJOY! *Edited by the wonderful
tinydancermags
All the beer had disappeared and Mike was worried his teammates were going to start complaining. He himself wasn’t sober enough to take a drive out to get more, and the only people who were sober were Danny and Marty, currently busy with each other, as the goalie ate a plate of leftovers, and Luca, who wasn’t even old enough to buy beer. There was plenty of liquor left, and as long as Scottie stopped mixing a drink for himself every ten minutes Mike was sure it would last another hour or so.
Mike glanced at the clock and saw it was nearing ten thirty. He was hoping to end the party around midnight, wishing everybody a Merry Christmas as cabs pulled up to take them home. Rubbing a hand through his hair, he leaned in closer to Jeff as he listened to his lover talk about plans with family and the team’s upcoming road trip.
Across the room, Scottie was pulling a very upset Joff into his lap, egging him on to tell ‘Santa’ what he wanted for Christmas. He had tried numerous attempts with others to sit in his lap, but Joff was the only one who he was currently successful with.
“Scottie, lemme go.” Or so he thought.
Scottie nuzzled his neck and tightened his grasp around Joff’s waist. “You need to tell Santa what you want for Christmas first.” He nipped and licked a spot on Joff’s neck, one very close to his earlobe; one he knew drove Joff crazy.
“Oooh – Oh my god, Scottie, stop it.” Joff wiggled to get away, pulling forward and feeling Scottie’s fingertips brush his sides. A giggle escaped and Joff covered his mouth, only to soon remove it again to stop Scottie from tickling him.
Scottie’s hot breath was on his ear. “You’ve been naughty…I think Santa needs to spank you.”
“Oh god, don’t – “Joff continued giggling, nervous as the alcohol couldn’t stop the slowly growing erection in his pants. He used his elbow to push at his crotch, producing more pain over pleasure and easing it back to its normal limp state. Scottie had stopped tickling him now and instead his fingers were back to clinging at his waist. “Please,” deep breath in, deep breath out. “Let me go, Ups. I gotta pee now.”
Scottie raised an eyebrow at the back of Joff’s head but let the man go. Joff stumbled to his feet and glanced at Scottie quickly before hurrying off to the bathroom. Lap now empty, Scottie scanned the room for another target. His eyes skimmed over Gratton, Luca, Hartnell, Niitty, and then finally, Lasse Kukkonen. He grinned, eyes sparkling with lust, and pushed himself up from his seat and advanced towards Lasse. The earlier event of the older player and the rookie kissing under the mistletoe suddenly brought a new urge to Scottie, an urge to explore what Lasse knew and what Lasse would be willing to do.
“Hey.” Scottie grabbed Lasse by the arm and pulled him close, their bodies touching, heat being shared as the scent of alcohol bounced between them.
“Can I help you?” Lasse smirked at the slightly shorter man, taking the last sip of his beer as his eyes were glued to Scottie. The winger watched with great observance, seeing Lasse’s Adam’s Apple bob just perfectly as the beer was washed down into his stomach; the stomach Scottie could feel tense under his touch. Lasse licked his lips, slowly, sliding over to capture any remains of the taste of his beer.
“You could, but we might need to take this upstairs.” Scottie felt a twitch in his pants at the sight of Lasse’s eyes lighting up at the suggestion. He grabbed the defensemen’s bottle and set it on the small table conveniently placed near them. He was then leading Lasse up the stairs and into the nearest bedroom he could find. The door was carelessly shut, a crack forming so anyone who walked by would know what was going on.
Being drunk enough to forget the layout of the condo, thus causing him to forget which room was whose, led him straight into the bedroom that Mike and Jeff shared. It was neat, as both boys preferred to keep it that way, and the bed was made with the pillows placed perfectly in their respective spots. That was, until Scottie pushed Lasse down onto the bed and attacked him with a hard kiss, lips and teeth and tongue assaulting the defensemen into submission. Lasse moaned into the kiss, his hands prying at Scottie’s sweater, hips bucking up to grind their clothed erections together.
The Santa hat slipped off Scottie’s head and was pushed away, suddenly forgotten about.
“Oh, fuck,” Scottie moaned, lips moving to Lasse’s neck as his hands worked on pulling at the buttons on his shirt. In one swift moment, Lasse’s chest was bare and the shirt came off, Scottie’s lips never leaving the soft, pale flesh that was sweet to his taste. Scottie’s body lying to the side of Lasse, lips crushing lips again, as a hand worked on the buckle of Lasse’s jeans. The buckle broke free and the button snapped open, leaving better access to whatever Scottie wanted. His hand snaked down the front of Lasse’s pants and he cupped his erection, hot flesh meeting hot flesh. Lasse moaned loudly, eyes falling shut and arching his back.
“Oh yeah, fuck, that feels good…” Lasse groaned as he bucked his hips into a rhythm with Scottie’s hand. Lost in the feeling, he didn’t notice his pants and boxers sliding down his legs and then off, landing on the floor. Dressed only in his socks, Lasse opened his eyes just in time to see Scottie position himself between his legs and engulf his entire cock into his mouth.
Downstairs, Joff emerged from the bathroom. Shutting the door, he scanned the room for Scottie. He wasn’t in sight. Where the fuck is he?
“Hey, Joff, you seen Scottie?”
It took Joff a moment to realize that while he did ask himself the same question, he did not ask it out loud. The winger turned to see his captain approaching him, empty bottles of beer in his hands.
“Um, no. I uh, did see him like ten minutes ago before I went to the bathroom, though.”
“Oh.” Mike looked confused, like he was torn between what to say and what to do.
“You want me to find him?”
Eyes lit up. “Yeah, could ya? Marty needs the hat back.”
“The hat?”
“The Santa hat. Scottie took it.”
“Oh! Yeah, that’s right.” Joff blushed slightly at forgetting about that. “Um, sure, okay. I’ll let you know when I find him.”
“Really, if you could just get the hat, I would prefer that instead of the whole package.” Mike smiled and let out a small laugh. He was the only one laughing at his attempt to joke.
“Ok.”
“Thanks.” Joff watched him go before beginning his search.
Upstairs, Scottie had rid himself of his own clothing and was lying naked on top of Lasse. Their erections pressed together, pre-cum mixing, the need to do something so overwhelming that hands grabbed eagerly to force more. Scottie had brought Lasse close to the edge, and with a groan of frustration from the defensemen, he smirked as he let his cock fall from his mouth. Now, Lasse was spreading his legs wide, wanting that mouth to kiss him hard and moan his name as Scottie fucked him.
Which, oddly enough, Scottie planned on doing.
“Now,” Lasse demanded, pulling Scottie’s head down for a passionate kiss. Pushing his tongue into Scottie’s mouth, Lasse could feel two fingers enter him, scissoring him to prepare for what was about to happen. “Ooh, yeah…” Lasse moaned and arched his back, pushing further down on the third finger that now entered him, eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure ripped through his body.
The feeling was briefly lost as Scottie removed his fingers and turned Lasse over to lie on his stomach. “Tease,” Lasse cursed, waiting as his pulled his legs up to put his ass in the air, giving Scottie a good view of what was his for the taking. Scottie jerked his cock before tearing the small package and rolling the condom on over his dick. He spit into his hand and lubed his cock well. He was drunk, but he sure as hell still knew what he was doing.
Holding onto Lasse’s right hip with a hand, the winger used his other hand to hold his cock as he guided it into Lasse, drawing out a pillow covered moan. He paused, watching Lasse’s body tense at the sudden break of something filling him. When Lasse finally pushed back, when the moan was broken free of the pillow, when the feeling of Lasse’s muscles clenched around his cock, Scottie arched his back and pushed further in, burying himself in the heat of pleasure.
“Fuck yeah…” Scottie drove hard into Lasse, fucking him, banging his head on the wooden headboard that was pressed against the wall. He grunted, and groaned, and reached his hand in front of Lasse and grabbed the defensemen’s throbbing cock. He jerked it, stroked him, egging the man on into a feeling of ecstasy that only Scottie could do.
“Shit!” Lasse came moments later, orgasm hitting him hard and making his whole body shudder as semen spilled over Scottie’s hand. He fell forward as his knees failed to keep him in position. Scottie fell with him, landing hard, cock penetrating deeper. The feeling of poking something new rushed through Scottie’s body and when Scottie gave a third thrust he exploded, filling the condom and opening his mouth wide to give out a silent scream. The alcohol pushed his orgasm to last longer, and the feeling ran through him and shook his body until he finally collapsed on top of Lasse.
Joff hung on tight to the railing as he walked up the steps, one by one. He wasn’t stumbling, nor was the room spinning, but he did want to make sure that he didn’t miss a step and fall back on his ass. Again.
When he reached the top of the stairs, a muffled noise caught his attention and he was directed towards a room off to the left. Taking the couple steps towards the bedroom, he squinted, trying to make out the figures through the crack. With no luck, he pushed the door open slowly, revealing the scene of the aftermath of Scottie and Lasse.
“Oh my god…” Joff gasped and his eyes went wide. He covered his mouth, hoping to silence the sounds and quickly turn away before it was too late. And unfortunately, it was.
Scottie picked his head up and looked at Joff. A grin formed slowly, but surely, and he licked his dry lips. “Hey, Joff. Looks like you’re a little too late. Party already started and finished.” The smile turned smug and Scottie sat up now, pulling the condom off and tossing it into a nearby trashcan. Joff watched his every move, eyes finally connecting with Scottie’s and reading the lack of care he held in them.
“Did you – what happened – on their bed – oh my god.” Joff started to take quick breaths in and out, in and out, trying not to over react. It wasn’t working. There was a feeling in his stomach, a sharp burn and a twist and his insides were being shredded to pieces. His feet felt heavy, they couldn’t move, Joff couldn’t move, and he wanted to scream. He wanted to hit, to fight, to bleed, to just cause pain, and, no, he wanted to fall to the floor and cry.
Joff felt sick, ready to throw up, but the urge to drink took over and his throat went dry. He couldn’t speak, but what was he supposed to say? Scottie just sat there, eyes poking fun, eyes beating on him, eyes damning him to hell. It wasn’t until Lasse started to move, started to turn over and grunted, did Joff finally leave. He wanted to leave Lasse’s view so the defensemen couldn’t believe Scottie if he told him. The stairs seemed to have multiplied since Joff last walked up them, only five minutes ago, and as he ran down them the last one disappeared from his vision and his foot had nowhere to land.
“Ahh!” He crashed into the wall, head giving off a loud thud and a breath escaping as a soft moan. “Owww…” Joff pouted, rubbing the back of his head.
“Joff? You okay?” Jeff was suddenly there, appearing almost out of nowhere, to save him, to help him forget the feeling of being betrayed by his best friend.
“Uh, yeah, I think so.”
“Here, let me help you up.” Jeff extended a hand and Joff grabbed it, allowing the center to help him to his feet. Once standing, Joff fixed his shirt and started to blush. That fall was one he was sure everyone saw.
“Richie was asking about you. He’s in the kitchen.” And with that, Joff gave Jeff a nod and headed for the kitchen.
Mike stood with his back to the doorway, hands fidgeting with something in front of him.
“Richie?” Joff’s voice was low but the captain heard him.
“Oh, hey, Joff. Did you find the hat?”
The look on Joff’s face proved to Mike that there was something wrong and he was suddenly more concerned with that.
“I didn’t find the hat. Didn’t find Scottie either. Maybe he called a cab, left with someone, or peoples, or maybe – “
“Joff,” Mike cut him off. “You okay?”
“Yeah, sure,” Joff lied. “Why? Why wouldn’t I be okay? I’m cool, really.”
Mike raised an eyebrow. “I don’t believe you. You found Scottie.” A sigh from the captain and he rolled his eyes. “What did he do?”
“N-nothing, really, he didn’t have sex in your bed I swear.”
“WHAT?!”
Joff eyes went wide as he just realized what he said. “Shit.”
“OHMYFUCKIN’GOD! Are you serious?!”
There was no use in continuing to lie. Joff nodded his head, a sad look now on his face. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh god…” Mike rubbed his forehead. “With who? Or do I even want to know…”
”Lasse.”
”Really?” Joff nodded again. “I thought…no, wait, there was that kiss with Luca…” Joff shrugged, eyes then going wide. “Yeah, Lupes, you missed that.”
“Ooohh…”
“Alright, listen. We can’t tell Jeff, okay? If Jeff finds out…dear god, help us all.”
“Alright, I won’t tell Jeff.”
”Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Okay, thank you. Now –“ Mike grabbed the cool whip he was messing with before Joff’s arrival and held it up. “Let’s serve some pie.”
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Date: 2009-01-21 06:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-21 06:58 pm (UTC)I do torture Joff in this a lot. Sigh. I'll make it up to him, I promise :)
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Date: 2009-01-21 07:05 pm (UTC)Haha love Mike's reaction though, calmer than I thought o.O
Keep up the good work!
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Date: 2009-01-21 09:54 pm (UTC)Thanks! I've got plenty more :)
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Date: 2009-01-21 10:38 pm (UTC)There was a feeling in his stomach, a sharp burn and a twist and his insides were being shredded to pieces. His feet felt heavy, they couldn’t move, Joff couldn’t move, and he wanted to scream. He wanted to hit, to fight, to bleed, to just cause pain, and, no, he wanted to fall to the floor and cry.
Joff felt sick, ready to throw up, but the urge to drink took over and his throat went dry.
Beautifully written.
Poor Joff. FIX IT.
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:02 pm (UTC)And I'm gonna try to fix everything, I promise ;)
PS I heart your icon :) Wrestling boys make me squee like WHOA.
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Date: 2009-01-21 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-22 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-22 12:52 am (UTC)Mikes reaction was most diffenetly not what I execpeted.lol
Can't wait for more.
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:04 pm (UTC)And Richie's reaction - it wasn't, really? I tried not to overdue it.
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Date: 2009-01-22 01:44 am (UTC)i can't wait for me.
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:04 pm (UTC)Ahem, see? WD is just around the corner...hehe ;)
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-22 12:44 pm (UTC)But Scottie/Lasse is still hot, lol. Still love it, my dear! :) ♥
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:05 pm (UTC):) Oh no, just one more part to go...this really doesn't make it feel that it was as long as I thought it was lol