2minsforslashing | Flyers "Rewards" Knuble, Powe, Jones and Hartnell (Reply)

TITLE: "Rewards" Knuble, Powe, Jones and Hartnell
BY:

exigencyexit
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM(S): Philadelphia Flyers
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Not true, all fiction, all lies.
WARNINGS: Pure smut, of course, some language, and omg weird pairings!
CREDIT: They score the goals, I write the rewards. Oh, and to

tinydancermags because this series just ~~kills~~ loves us ;)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I truly believe that Knuble heard me when I said that a pretty player needed to score after Jonesy scored his goal, because right after I said it WHAM! Knuble scores. My PiC and I actually talked about this before, what would happen when a "different" player, like Powe, got a goal. Well, here it is! Sigh. It was bound to happen sooner or later...

They stared at each other, intensity rising between them. The kissing happened; there was no turning back. The first move, the second move, and then soon Mike Knuble had Antero Niittymaki pressed against the bedroom wall. He was ripping at his shirt, cold fingertips soon touching a rock hard nipple, making Nitty moan into the winger's mouth. Clothed erections were pressed against each other as Mike closed every inch of space between them. He was horny, he was ready, he wanted his reward now.

No one was left in the locker room. Niittymaki packed his bag and was heading down the hall.

"Nitty?"

The goalie turned, saw Mike Knuble. His hands were shoved in the front pockets of pants, almost like he seemed nervous.

"Yeah?"

Shoes were kicked off in the living room, so now lying in bed, Mike was able to get Nitty's jeans off and thrown aside. He kept his own on, crawling up the goalie's body, exploring every inch of exposed skin he could with his mouth. Nitty moaned, bucked his hips, clenched his fist. He stared at Mike, watching him closely, observing every move he made and when a pair of dark blue orbs caught him, his breathing hitched and he grabbed for his face.

They kissed, hard and fast, Mike pulling apart briefly to pull his own shirt over his head. He reconnected their lips, sucking in Nitty's tongue and pressing his knee gently against his barely clothed cock. Knuble was teasing him, making him squirm, because Knuble was sure Nitty knew there wasn't anything in it for him.

Knuble walked up to the goalie and smiled, almost too cocky, almost like he was planning something devious. Which he was, of course.

"I got two goals tonight." He stepped closer to Nitty, bringing their faces only inches apart. "And I believe you OWE me..."

Mike got the lube out of the nightstand drawer and stripped his own jeans off. He got back on the bed and pulled Nitty's boxers off. Now, both naked, no more distractions.

"You ready?" Mike really didn't care, he himself was more than ready and that's all he cared about. He wasn't sure why; Mike was generally a nice guy. Considerate, kind, passionate...The blow job from Scottie he got recently was great, but two goals got him sex and that was even better. It was his reward, his fucking reward, and maybe that's what made him selfish.

"We can take my car. Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"My place. I saved your ass, now I want it."

Nitty turned and got on all fours. The lube was cold, two fingers pressing into him. In and out, then three fingers, stretching him. He whimpered at the lost contact when Mike removed them, but the whimper turned into a loud moan as something much bigger entered him. Knuble pushed with one thrust and he was completely in.

"Ah, fuck, Nitty..."

The winger moved, fucking the goalie, thrusting in and out. He grabbed his hips, fingers sure to leave marks, bruises, a message that he was there. Mike rocked into him, throwing his head back to arch himself deeper into Nitty. He moaned, louder than the goalie, quickening his movements and grabbing harder at his hips. He was close, so close and if only he could...

"Uugghhh...FUCK!" It got tighter and hotter and Knuble exploded, hitting his orgasm so hard that he had to close his eyes and steady himself. He felt it running through his body, his head pounding as he started moaning the goalie's name. It felt good, too good, too fucking good.

Mike let out a sigh as he fell on the bed. He was panting, sweating, cock limp. He looked over at Nitty, still on all fours, watching him stare back, a look pouring into him that was almost begging for something.

The winger turned to look the opposite way and closed his eyes. "Just jerk off. I won't watch."

And Nitty did.

*****

Darroll Powe had been watching Randy Jones all day. At the morning practice, at the work out, at lunch, during the game, and even now, after the game in the showers. It was only him and the defensemen, scrubbing at their hair, rinsing away the remains of the game. It was a much needed win, and both hockey players had gotten a goal.

Darroll knew what the meant for him. He also knew what that meant for Jonesy.

"Jonesy.." His breath was hot, mixing in with the steam from the warm water. Darroll came up behind him, kissed his shoulder, kissed his neck, bringing his hand around to grasp the hardening cock.

"Mmmm..." Jonesy moaned, almost too loud, and bucked into the inviting hand. He threw his head back onto Darroll's shoulder and closed his eyes.

"You want your reward?"

"What about you?"

"You can return the favor."

Darroll turned the defensemen around and pushed him against the tiled wall. The water was now hitting him as he fell to his knees and took Jonesy completely in his mouth.

"Fuck..." Jonesy looked down and watched his teammate work his cock. He watched it appear and disappear again, the most wonderful feeling running through him. After moments of moaning and bucking and just fucking watching, he was close. When he could feel the skilled tongue brush over his tip for like the hundreth time, he let go, coming in Darroll's mouth. He watched Darroll swallow it all, eyes looking back up at him. When he pulled back, he was grinning, eyes almost sparkling.

Jonesy was grinning back, puling Darroll into a quick kiss before reversing the roles. It was his turn to reward Darroll, make Darroll feel good, make Darroll want to score again. Sensations ran through him as Jonesy sucked and licked and wrapped his hand around his cock and Darroll was coming, just as quickly as Jonesy had. Darroll caught his breath, still leaning against the tile as Jonesy stood up.

The stood for a moment before Darroll noticed someone was watching. He looked passed Jonesy and saw Scott Hartnell's figure, off in another shower, eyes lingering their way. There eyes met and Hartnell scowled, looking away.

"You should go reward him...I think he was watching you." Jonesy turned around at the whisper of Darroll's voice and looked at Hartnell.

"You think so?"

"Mmhmm..." Darroll gave Jonesy a push of encouragement and the defensemen walked over to him, naked, dripping wet. He stood back and watched, lazily playing with his own cock. He watched Jonesy approach Hartnell, run his fingers throug his hair, drop to his knees in front of him. Hartnell's eyes went and then softened, moaning, enjoying the feeling of Jonesy sucking his cock. Darroll watched his face change evertime Jonesy did something different, new, more exciting to please him. He watched as he bucked his hips, pushing his cock further into the defensemen's mouth. He watched him get close, and then watched Hartnell coming, head thrown back and mouth open wide.

Jonesy stood up, wiped his mouth clean, and winked at the winger. He then grabbed a clean towel and after wrapping it around his waist left the showers. Darroll turned off his spray and followed, towel now around his waist, and he too winked at Hartnell before leaving. The winger, still leaning back against the wall, sighed and shook his head.

The reward system lived on.