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Title: Pass & Fake It (prt. 6[2/2]/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: 13/11/08. Two in a row. What this really means is: she has no life. This is set right after the last one.

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?”

James nodded and Niklas spat into his hand to slick his cock. He pushed inside, almost losing control when James’ heat surrounded him, but managed to be gentle, taking his time.

James could almost see his own cock throbbing. He’d never been so hard in his life. Watching Niklas’ face as it twisted in pleasure was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, but he was going too slow.

“Fa—faster,” James pleaded wrapping his long legs around his boyfriend’s lithe waits.

“Sorry, James,” Niklas kissed him lazily, rubbing his calves, “but I will not. I will not hurt you.”

James let out in impatient whine and waited for Niklas to be all the way in, then thrust his hips up, cock meeting the Finn’s hard, roped stomach.

Niklas moaned louder than he had before. “James, you feel amazing. You are amazing.”

James gasped when Niklas pulled out, and slid back inside, fluidly.

“Again?”

“Oh, yeah!”

They quickly picked up a rhythm, driving each other to go harder. When Niklas shifted to lean on his forearm, James upper body lifted off the bed, colliding with Niklas’

James screamed his name.

A slightly malicious smile graced the goaltender’s lips. He gripped James’ cock with one hand, balanced on the other arm, and slammed into the center’s body over and over again.

James came, screaming loudly and biting Niklas’ shoulder. Niklas followed a few thrusts after, trying to stay relatively quiet and failing miserably.

Niklas collapsed and James wrapped his arms around his shoulder and held him tightly. “Holy. Shit.”

“I tink—wow, I am surprised I can—dat was my way tanking you for getting dat Cyote out of my crease.”

“I should, do that, more, often,” James panted, nuzzling Niklas’ shaggy hair.

Niklas let out a low laugh before getting off the bed. James made a small whinny noise and tired to keep him there.

“We need a shower now,” Niklas explained and extended his hand.

“We. We is good. Moving. That is not.” Never the less, he grasped the hand offered to him.

They showered quickly and crawled back into the bed. Niklas laid on his back, looking at he ceiling, James laid on his side, looking at Niklas.

“Tank you, my James.”

“For yelling at a Cyote?” he lifted is head to look at him.

“You cleared de puck and I know you would have fought him, just for me,” Niklas pulled James onto his chest, “Dat makes me tink dat I am a very luck man.”

“You are a very lucky man,” James blushed nuzzling his chest, “I’d kill for you.”

Niklas sighed happily, “Sometimes, my James, you amaze me.”

James blushed redder, “You’ve always amazed me.”

“I love you.”

James half sat up and snapped his head down to look at him. Niklas had gone white and he place a hand over his mouth. He was looking at James with wide-eyed horror.

“Dat was… not…. Dat…I am very sorry.”

“Re… repeat that.”

Niklas bit his bottom lip, something James had never seen him do.

“Say that bit again.”

“I love you.”

James kissed him fiercely, almost attacking him, pressing their chests together tightly.

James pulled back to look into Niklas’ dark brown eyes. Niklas reached up to push the hair away from his face.

“I love you, too.” James smiled, then pressed his head to Niklas’ chest. “I really love you, Niklas.”

Niklas arms tightened around him. “So, my James, if dis is what happens when you trow a man off of my crease, den what will happen when I win?”