Flyers Fic

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HEY THERE! Okay, before I get started...this is kjameson, you know, the girl who constantly posts Flyers fics. Anyway. I had to change my username so I created a new journal. I'm still the same person, I swear! I sent messages to people who friended me but if I missed you, just let me know. Sorry for any confusion! Okay...on with the story :)


TITLE: "Morning After"
BY: exigencyexit 
TEAM(S): Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Pure fiction.
WARNING(S): Smut, language, some fluff (wait, what?)
SUMMARY: It's Christmas Day, the morning after the party everyone was sure they had forgotten by now.
CREDIT: Well, this started off as a little sequel just to give Scottie some Christmas sex. Right now, it's turned into a demanded story where Joff's heart needs to be fixed. Sigh. This one goes out to everyone who wants to hug Joff and smack Scottie.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: First sequel of the many from the Christmas story, I suppose. The bunnies were screaming at me to write this in Joff's POV. I honestly don't know why. So, I did it. First time writing in 1st POV with one of these boys. I hope it doesn't suck too bad. ENJOY! *Not edited.

 

There was nothing I really wanted to say to him the morning after as the sun was approaching, little rays of sunshine seeping in through the cracks of the blinds. My head was pounding and I still felt tired, felt crappy and used and just so fucking emotionless. If I had known what would have happened at Richie's party last night I'm pretty sure Richie would have agreed with me not to bring him. Then again, Richie probably would have canceled the whole fucking party.

The first cab ride home didn't end the night. And I say first because there was a second one. Even with the annoying buzzing that started in my head, I could still hear Richie's voice over the phone.

"Have you checked on Scottie lately?"

"Huh? Why?"

"Just a hunch." Richie's voice didn't sound like he was playing games. He fucking knew.  I turned over on the bed and started blindly patting around in the dark. Empty. Fucking empty.

"Is he there?"

"Obviously.'''

I sighed and fell back on the bed. How the fuck could Scottie manage to get all the back to Richie's house? He was piss drunk stumbling into the house and I was almost tempted on leaving his ass on the couch. He hung onto me for dear life, climbing up the steps and falling on the bed still fully clothed. I let him fall asleep like that and then I was asleep probably ten minutes later. All that was only an hour ago. Scottie still had to be drunk, or at least remotely sober. Thank god he didn't get hurt.

"You coming to get him? I haven't woken up Jeff yet, but I'm sure he won't appreciate Scottie under the tree Christmas morning.''

I found Scottie exactly where Richie said he was. Curled into a ball, clothed, drool running down his chin. I don't say this much, but at that very moment Scottie didn't look attractive. Not even cute in that 'oh, he's curled up in a ball sleep like an angel' cute. It almost sicken me the way he looked, helpless, stupid, almost lifeless, and if I hadn't gotten that damn Jack out of my system earlier it surely would have been coming out now.

We were able to wake him up from the start this time and get him out the door no problem. The only problem we really had was Scottie professing his love for everything in sight. There was the door, the rock, the mailbox, even the neighbor's cat that walked by...Scottie said he loved them all. The only thing I could remember was Scottie naming the rock Jeff number two, saying something along the lines of them sharing the same qualities: cold and heartless. I'm pretty sure if Richie wasn't so tired he would have smacked the shit out of Scottie.

The second cab ride home was pretty much a repeat of the first. He groped me, pulling at my coat and putting his hand between my thighs. I pushed away, pushing at his chest when he tried kissing me.

''You stink.'''

"I'm also horny."
 
"Huh, imagine that."

I put him back in bed and he undressed himself. I was sure he suspected I would give it up, maybe let him suck my cock or let him fuck me, but thankfully he started snoring before he laid a hand on me and I was able to fall back asleep myself. 

There was a finger poking my back and I opened my eyes. The sunlight hurt, and I shut them close again, tightly, spots forming underneath my eyelids. The poking continued and a voice joined it.

"Joff?"

He sounded lost, almost, like he wasn't sure what was going on. I knew he didn't forget what happened. Scottie never forgets. Scottie is also never hung over.

I sighed and turned over, opening my eyes again and letting them slowly adjust. When his figure came into view, the blurriness fading away, I could see he was sitting on the bed, legs folded in front of him, and maybe a look of worry on his face. Scottie, worried? Almost.

"Hey." I gave him a small smile because I couldn't resist. He smiled back and his charm was instantly turned on. It's hard to deny Scottie's charm, especially when he's sitting there half naked, hair sticking up in odd places, and his hands start reaching for you, probably to pull you close or even pull himself close, never to push away.

"It's Christmas." His eyes lit up at the words, almost like he half expected Santa visited during the night. 

"Yes, it is." 

Scottie finally found his way next to me, our bodies pushed up against one another. His hands grazed over my arm, softly drawing circle and shapes and then eventually falling to land on my hip. He cocked his head to the side and looked me. I was almost nervous. I wanted him to say something, anything, just mention what happened because I wanted an excuse to yell at him. I didn't want to be the person who ruined Christmas. He needed to start, that was the rule.

But he didn't, and instead he kissed me, hard, our lips crashing. The pounding in my head had seemed to be on its way out the door, but when Scottie suddenly made this more difficult by pushing me back on the bed and crawling on top of me, I could feel the stress and frustration begin to build up again. This wasn't how things were supposed to happen. I'm not supposed to forgive him this easily.

"Scottie..." His lips were on my neck, attacking me with nips and licks and his tongue was just doing those amazing things I loved when he did it elsewhere.  Scottie sat up, warmth leaving my chest, and straddled my waist, hands on either side of my head. He was looking down at me, that fucking glint still in his eyes.

"Presents." It was simply stated and I almost wanted to punch him for it.

I shook my head and closed my eyes, groaning at the thought of trying to be cheerful. I needed something to help me wake up. I still felt sleepy. Scottie's lips hadn't done the job, and neither was the bulge in his pants that he seemed to be softly pushing into mine, trying not to make it obvious.

"I need coffee first."

"No." I opened my eyes to see Scottie, pouting. He's fucking pouting at me. "PRESENTS!" He got off of me and landed on the floor on his feet. He started jumping around, literally, way too fucking happy considering what time it was in the morning.

"Scottie." I needed him to stop before my head exploded. And when he did, the room got awful silent and almost eerie. I looked around the room, sitting in the bed, and noticed he was gone. Nowhere in sight, out of the fucking room, most likely raising hell in another room.

The sun was completely up by then and the cracks had seemed to get wider. The sun was pouring more and my eyes hurt. I rubbed my face, the smell of coffee suddenly hitting my nose. I breathed it in, the rich aroma running through my nostrils and was almost afraid to breathe out. I heard cups clinking together and then I realized, Scottie was making coffee. I knew I should have gotten out of bed. Scottie did well with making tea, but last time he made coffee he burned it. Scottie fucking burned coffee. Who does that?

I considered his attempt as a make up present. I really didn't appreciate it, though. I was at the point where nothing seemed good enough to make up for what he did. The worst part of all was that he doesn't even realize how I feel.

Some fucking Christmas.

His footsteps could be heard down the hallway now and soon he came back into the room. He held two cups of coffee in his hands and a smile on his face.  I was still only dressed in his boxers, but at least he wasn't bouncing around the room.

"Here." He handed me the cup of coffee and stared at it. It smelled good, a lot better than the last time, and taking a small sip it actually proved to even taste better than last time.

"Holy shit this is good." His smiled grew wider, taking a sip of his own. "How the fuck did you manage this?"

"Richie showed me. It's not that hard when you know what you are doing."

I sighed and looked down at the cup of coffee. Okay, maybe he still didn't know he I felt but he definitely knew he fucked up in some way. Scottie doesn't do nice. Scottie doesn't make you food, or open the door for you, or, hell, even bring you coffee in bed. Scottie annoys you and wants to do nothing but fuck you. I was starting to wonder where this was all going.

We sat there for a couple minutes in silence, my cup of coffee halfway gone. He eventually gave up on drinking his and now it sat in the nightstand, becoming cold. He had a look on his face, like he was patiently waiting for something. Oh yeah, that's right. Coffee first and then the presents.

I set my cup on the nightstand next to my side and got out of bed. I could feel his eyes on me, like they were drilling a hole into my back. I was used to it, Scottie's eyes never leaving me unless I wasn't around, but this morning it felt so different. It was almost like Scottie was watching me to make sure I wasn't going to turn around and attack him; watching me to make sure I wasn't going to fall to the floor and start crying. I almost felt like doing both, but I shrugged it away and carried on with the task at hand.

We were in my bedroom so it made retrieving his gift pretty easy. I grabbed the two boxes out of the closet and headed back to the bed. The glint in his eyes from earlier got a little brighter. Scottie truly was a kid at heart, sometimes.

"For me?" He wasn't playing stupid, I'm sure, just trying to mock my gift giving. I rolled my eyes and handed him the wrapped boxes.

"Merry Christmas." Scottie smiled at me, that perfect fucking smile, and started to unwrap one of the boxes.  I grabbed my coffee and started sipping at it as I watched. He pulled the tissue paper away and revealed my gift to him. A couple designer vintage tee shirts. I had seen him looking at them a couple days ago, eyes wide with interest, so I picked them up on a day off.  I looked up from my cup of coffee to see him pulling the shirts out, examining them, realizing there were the exact same ones he wanted.

"Thanks, Lupes." It sounded sincere and for once in the past twelve hours Scottie said something that didn't make me blush or want to smack him.

"Open the other one." He did and pulled out two pairs of jeans. Both dark blue, as the color suits him really well. I watched him climb off the bed and put one pair on, slipping his legs in quickly and tastefully, pushing the button through and pulling the zipper up. They looked great on him, just how I imagined they would have.  Scottie looked at me now, eyes shining, huge smile on his face. He was happy. He was so fucking happy and I was pretty sure it was because he had another pair of designer jeans to snugly fit his dick in.

I set my cup on the nightstand for good and leaned back against the headboard. Scottie made his way back on the bed, jeans still on, and crawled up to me, laying half of his body on mine. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever before he finally kissed me. Soft, genuine, kiss and I knew that was my second "thank you" I would be getting.

A sigh escaped deep from inside and I wasn't sure what it meant. I was still pissed, still upset about what happened last night, but lying there with Scottie, his fingers now casually trailing up and down my chest, I almost felt relaxed. I almost felt like I could forget the night and move on. I was pretty sure I would never get an apology from Scottie. At least, not out loud. It was almost like other words that he never spoke out loud, some words I wished he would.

"Oh! I almost forgot." Scottie grinned at me and licked his lips. "I've got a present for you too." I half expected for him to strip of his clothes and have a red bow tied around his cock. But instead, I found myself watching him leave the room, disappearing out of my sight before I could say anything.

About five minutes later, he stuck his head in the doorway, still fucking grinning.

"Close your eyes," he said, and I did. I could hear his footsteps, soft but still loud, coming towards me. When I could fell his presence before me, I let out a frustrated sigh from having to wait so long.

"Can I look?"

"Yeah." 

I opened my eyes and there it was, the red fucking bow. Only it wasn't wrapped around his cock, it was wrapped around the ebony colored neck of a wooden acoustic Yamaha guitar, custom made with maple wood and chestnut trim. My jaw dropped; it was fucking beautiful. But then I noticed something else, that under the neck was a signature and I tried to make it out when...

"Eddie Vedder."

I was fucking speechless. Was that really Eddie Vedder's signature?

Scottie continued, "I know some people who could pull some strings to get that signed. He even personalized it for you."  That's when I noticed my name written above his signature.

To Lupes...

I laughed. This was priceless. And damn, it was from Scottie. I grabbed the guitar from his hands and carefully took it into my own. I was almost afraid to touch it, like maybe it belonged in a glass case and not sitting on my knee.  

"Listen," Scottie was still talking. "I know last night I was a total bastard - " My head shot up and my eyes widened. Was he really going to bring that up now? " - but I was drunk, and we all know I do stupid things when I'm drunk." I wanted to agree with that last part but kept my mouth closed. I was still in awe over this guitar. Scottie continued some more, "Lasse meant nothing. No one means anything, except for you." That was the part of his rambling when I really started paying attention. Our eyes met and I could see those other words just lingering, waiting to be said.

I love you, Joff.  "You mean a lot to me, Joff." He fell to the floor in front of me on both knees and with the guitar sitting between us, he leaned in and kissed me. I forgave him. The rage, the frustration, the disappointment, it was all over. I forgave the sorry bastard and it felt good.  Or maybe it was his hands grabbing my face and deepening the kiss that felt so good. Either way, I was done with feeling sorry for myself and ready to enjoy the day.

But first, I needed something, and I could tell he wanted it too.

I let him grab the guitar and place it up against the wall before pushing me back on the bed. He climbed on top of me, straddling my waist, pressing his tongue between my lips and into my mouth. I let him explore there, his hands exploring elsewhere as my boxers were being pushed off my hips. He gave a thrust against my crouch, the denim fabric hitting my bare skin. I moaned, it felt so fucking good.

"Mmm, Joff." Scottie's breath was hot on my ear and then he pulled away, quickly, removing his clothes and pulling my boxers all the way off. I got back further on the bed and soon he was back on top of me. Our bodies touched again, mouths connecting, his hands roaming all over me like he couldn't get enough of my body. I was so hard for him and I couldn't take it, I needed him so fucking bad.

"Come on, Scottie, fuck me."

He grabbed the lube from the drawer of my nightstand and squirted some into his fingers. Scottie never did anything gentle, and this time was no exception. He entered all three slicked fingers into me at once and made me cry out, a moan, a plead for help, whatever the fuck it was. Scottie stretched me, prepared me, making sure I was ready.  I was more than ready and getting frustrated.

"Fuckin' tease."

He smirked at me, licking his lips slowly, and settled on his knees between my legs. "All you have to do it say please."

"Bastard." His fingers left and he just sat there, literally waiting.

"Nah-uh, that wasn't very nice."

"Just fuck me, Ups, now."

"Say please."

Scottie should be the one lying on this bed, wriggling in anxiety to be fucked, not me. I wasn't the one who needed forgiveness.

"Fine. PLEASE fuck me!"

I could feel him pressing against and he pushed, hard, entering all the way in one quick thrust.

"Gah! Oh fuck...." Scottie grabbed my hip with one hand and use the other to steady himself on the bed. He started to thrust, slow and torturous at first, but when the pressure was building and I started moaning his name, his rhythm became quicker.

"You're so fuckin' tight, Joff. Damn, feels so good!"

I grabbed my cock and started jerking it, so close I didn't need to do it very long. Scottie was moaning and panting and his hair was still sticking up and that was definitely a time when he was attractive. No, scratch that. Fucking beautiful.

He kept thrusting, eyes now opened and looking at me. Scottie leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kissing was a bit clumsy, as the fucking was turning quicker and more brutal, and I captured his tongue and sucked on it.  I kept jerking my cock, and I let out a moan when I could feel his hand that was grabbing my hip now cupping my balls. His palm was warm, inviting, and I pushed into the pleasure. My muscle clenched around him and he howled out my name.

"Joff!" Scottie's mouth stayed open when he came and mine was closed, moans escaping through the small crack my lips made. I shot my seed all over his chest, and coming down from my orgasm I watched it slowly start to drip onto the sheets. He finally pulled out of me a moment later and I felt like a part of me went missing. Scottie always filled me completely, like a missing puzzle piece, and for those few moments after he's gone I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"You okay?"

I turned my head to look at him and couldn't see anything. That's when the tears started building up, blurring my vision. I turned my head back away so he couldn't see. I wasn't sure exactly why I was crying. It wasn't normal to cry after sex, especially if you enjoyed it as much as I did. But it didn't surprise me it was happening, now after I just gave him what he wanted, what I wanted, yet I was still hurting. 

"Joff?"

Scottie's voice was too caring, a little too worried, and I couldn't do this. I wiped away a stray tear and turned back to look at him. He smiled softly at me and brushed a strand of hair away from my face. 

"Merry Christmas, Joff." He pulled me close and settled down to rest his chin on the top of my head. I heard him sigh, peacefully as it sounded, and he wrapped his arms tight around me. We were still naked, the sun shining in, the Christmas morning fully in motion.

Scottie was never going to change. He wasn't an order you could send back once you realized that maybe it wasn't what you ordered.  He may have done stupid things, said stupid things, and even thought like an idiot from time to time, but he was still Scottie. He was still the teammate I loved to play with, loved to shower with, loved to get fucked by, and more importantly he was my best friend. As crazy as it seemed, I was forced to accept it. I loved him, I knew he loved me, and this was our relationship.

I believe I just filled the hole in my heart, thank you.

"Merry Christmas, Scottie."

 

Comments

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

I'm really impressed with how you managed to make Scottie so horribly incorrigible yet in the end so irresistible. It's quite a trick, and you pull it off very well. Nice fic! :-)

[exigencyexit.livejournal.com]

Thanks! That means a lot! :) I wasnt too sure how I was gonna pull of Joff's feelings on this but there was no way he could deny Scottie lol ;)