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Title: Pass & Fake It (prt. 6[1/2]/a lot)
Rating: overall, NC-17
Team: Minnesota Wild James Sheppard/Niklas Backstrom
Summary: James is rookied and Niklas gets pissed. Almost rape/mentions of rape.
Disclamer: I wish I did own them, but I dont. Life isnt fair sometimes.
Note: This takes place 13/11/08. No real set time. I really wasnt planning on posting anymore of these, but... I'm spamming! Okay, I'm on pain meds. Dont judge me!

“Out of my crease, fucker!” Niklas Backstrom shoved a man dressed in maroon and tan away from his blue half-circle.

“Fuck you, hey!” the man yelled.

“Hey, man, get the hell away from the fucking goalie!” James Sheppard barrled in out of nowhere and took the Phoenix Coyote off of his feet before clearing the puck back into the Coyote’s zone.

James turned around briefly to give Niklas a nod and skated to the bench for a line change.

***

Niklas sat down on his hotel room bed waiting patiently for his young boyfriend to bounce through the door with his usual energy. He’d gotten a shut-out that night no thanks to the d-men. Everyone had given him a congratulations, James included, but what he really wanted was to see he lover withering in pleasure beneath his hands. That was his favorite thing.

They would not have sex, oh no. James had been hurt too many times and Niklas just couldn’t ask him to do it. So Niklas would continue giving James blow-jobs and take care of himself later, in the bathroom when James was sleeping. It was just fine with him, but sometimes, it was a little frustrating.

Niklas sighed and began to unbutton his shirt. He’d removed his tie and jacket as soon as he’d entered the room. He heard loud footsteps pounding up the hall, but he was surprised when they stopped outside his door and someone began banging their fist against it. He left his dress shirt open and pulled back it open.

James stood there, red-faced, chest heaving, and fists balled.

“You are angry,” Niklas observed as he stepped back to let the younger man through.

“Fucking Skoula. Fucking jackass,” James walked through the door and shoved his hands through his hair as Niklas clicked it shut behind him.

“What did he do? Are you hurt? Should I hurt him?” Niklas asked as his eyes darkened.

“No, fuck, I’m fine.

Colton—”

Niklas reached back for the door knob, but James caught his hand and held it to his chest.

“Craig is letting Colt stay there.”

“I will still kill him,” Niklas heaved.

James stroked his hand lightly. “No, I think that Craig will. Kim’s not so happy. Neither is Mikko. Mikko really isn’t happy,” James said as he cocked his head and stared into space.

Niklas’ arm enclosed his waist, settling James against him. “Are you sure you are okay, my James?”

“Yeah. I’m okay. I’m perfectly okay.”

Niklas leaned forward to kiss him and James framed his face in his warm hands. Niklas’ tongue snaked out to lick James’ lips lightly before being allowed into his mouth. James moaned loudly into his mouth.

“Dat was a nice noise, my James.”

James looked down and ran his hands over Niklas’ chest lightly, pulling the shirt farther down his shoulders. He blushed and said, “I like making noises for you.”

Niklas lifted James shirt and bent forward to nip at his collarbone. “Lay down now, my James.”

“Nik,” James whined and accidentally bucked against him, feeling Niklas’ half-hardened cock..

“Do not do dat,” Niklas commanded, his voice low and scratchy.

James did it again, harder and more on target, and Niklas moaned before taking a step away.

James felt a hot rush he’d never experienced before. He’d never heard the older man moan, or seen that glazed look in his eyes.

“Please, my James, you do not want—”

“Yeah. I do,” James whispered and push his shirt off, then took a step forward to lock his arms around the Finn’s neck, “I want you. Now.”

Niklas pushed him back onto the bed and they rolled around, fighting out of their, belts dress slacks, and boxers; sneaking nips, bites, and kisses between articles.

When Niklas cock was freed, James reached down tentatively and closed his big hand around it. He’d only seen all of Niklas in the showers in the locker room, but his cock hasn’t been flushed and hard like this. Niklas moaned and let his head fall forward to watch the Canadian’s hand work over the rigid flesh.

“Even your cock is beautiful,” James whispered, watching pre-come leak from the tip and slide down and under his hand.

Niklas knocked his hand away and he softly asked, “James, my James, are you sure you want me?”

“Niklas.”

Niklas was panting as he wetted one finger and very gently slid it into James. James’ breathing hitched in his throat.

“My James, are you all right? Dis okay? Did I hurt you?” Niklas had been lost in a lusty haze, but feeling his lover’s body freeze up and watching those bright brown eyes close had snapped him out of it.

“Yes… yes,” James half-screamed as Niklas moved his fingers slightly. “Please, more. Nik.”

Niklas very slowly inserted another finger. “Feel good, my James?”

“Never… never felt good. You feel good. Never like this,” James moaned, arching as Niklas moved his fingers.

Niklas scissored his fingers, watching James’ face in amazement. James was arching and whining and moaning, making noises the older man had never heard him make before. James’ face had never been so red.

“My James, I am going to enter you now, but I will go very slowly for you, yes?”