Flyers Fic, "Rewards" Carter, Giroux, Asham and Hartnell

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Title: "Rewards" Carter, Giroux, Asham and Hartnell
By: exigencyexit 
Fandom: NHL
Team(s): Philadelphia Flyers
Pairing(s): Slight Mike Richards/Jeff Carter, Jeff Carter/Claude Giroux, mentions of Arron Asham/?? and Scott Hartnell/??
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sooo not true.
Warnings: Lots of boy-on-boy action. Language. And a drunk hockey player. Oh, how fun.
Summary: Rewards for the goals on Feb 24, 2009, that game against the Caps.
Credit: The boys came back after being down 2-0 to win 4-2. Simply amazing, you guys deserve these rewards.
Author's Notes: Got distracted with the trade deadline, and then yesterday I was a little too upset to write. You'll have to excuse the first part. I wrote that clearly for my own amusement lol. ENJOY! *Not edited.

The beer bottle in Jeff's hand was still cold, and he could feel the slight perspiration seeping through his white tee shirt as he held it against his stomach. The remote was starting to slip from his hand, fingers still trying to change the channel to something more entertaining. Passing by movie channels, a talk show, a porn channel playing a movie Jeff had seen too many times...The television was becoming his enemy, and the second line star was getting frustrated. The remote finally fell; slippery, sloppy, drunk fingers started to paw at it but nothing was accomplished.

"Stupid remote", he growled, kicking the lifeless object across the room. He slid across the top of the carpet like a puck does on ice, and ended up slipping under the cabinet that the television sat a pon. Jeff bit the inside of his cheek and cocked his head to the side.

"Shit."

Jeff took a sip of his beer and placed the bottle on the night stand next to the bed, joining three other empty bottles. He fell to his hands and knees and crawled cat-like over to the small entertainment center the hotel thought was reasonably good. The cabinet sat high enough for a remote to slip under it, but the space between it and the carpet wasn't enough to fit a hockey player's hand through to reach for said remote. Shoulders were slumped, and Jeff let out a heavy sigh. The sigh took hold of him, made his arms stumble, and Jeff soon found himself flat on his stomach, eye level with the remote.

"Fucker," he cursed it. He continued to glare at the remote, hoping to scare it enough to come out. So absorbed in his concentration on scaring the poor battery power object, that he didn't hear the footsteps coming his way. Jeff didn't hear two bottles clanking together, and he didn't notice his teammate staring at him.

"Jeff?" Still deaf, you could say, and Jeff wanted to take a hammer to the remote. If only the remote wasn't underneath the television... "JEFF?!" 

The second line star definitely heard his name now, as he quickly turned his head to look up at the pair of eyes looking down at him. There was a raised eyebrow, too, with a hand on a hip and a fresh beer in the other.

When Jeff was drunk, his sense of smell was usually heightened, and that amber was floating right up his nostrils and Jeff could only smile.

"Is that for me?"

"No." Mike Richards took a big sip of the beer. "Now, why the fuck are you lying on the floor in front of the TV?"

Jeff pouted, briefly, and then went back to glaring at the remote. "I lost something."

"And what was that?"

"The - " Jeff cut himself off, eyebrows suddenly burrowing in confusion. He forgot. Jeff forgot what he lost. "Shit, I don't know."

"Well, then, why don't you get off the floor?" Mike wasn't too amused. That was, until Jeff's confused look turned flirty.

"Why don't you come down here and get me?" Jeff pulled at Mike's leg, pulling the man into an unbalanced state. Mike swayed for a moment and then fell to his knees. He started to giggle - yes, giggle - and took another sip of his beer.

"You want me."

"I want your beer." Jeff snatched the beer out of Mike's hand and drank the rest. A little pout covered the captain's face. "Aw, that's too cute."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Make me."

"I will." Mike attacked Jeff, covering his body with his own, and started to kiss him. The taste of beer mixed in their mouths, tongues battling for dominance, as the bottle dipped out of Jeff's hand and started rolling away across the floor. It rolled underneath the bed, and neither one of the boys saw it.

Their kissing suddenly turned into a more passionate scene, as Mike was clawing at Jeff's shirt to get it off. Up and over his head, Mike tossed the material to the side, letting it land wherever. He started to kiss Jeff's neck, trailing kisses down his throat, collar bone, moving to his chest. He nipped at a rock hard nipple, biting, and then licked it gently to soothe Jeff's hissing.

Jeff bucked his hips, grinding their groins together. He moaned out Mike's name, and when he felt fingers teasing him by playing with the waistband of his pants, Jeff was all ready to receive what the captain wanted to give him. So, when Mike suddenly pulled away, pushed all lost contact between them, Jeff was at a loss for words.

"We need more beer." Mike sat up, used his hands against the floor to push himself to his feet. "I'll be right back."  The captain opened the hotel room door and disappeared before Jeff could say anything.  He walked the narrow hall, not quite losing his balance at any time, and that little grin was still on his face.

Walking down the hallway, Mike turned a corner and saw a very familiar teammate standing outside his door. He looked upset, angry, a little frustrated, and Mike, being the captain, was worried. Also, he was nosey as fuck and wanted to see what was going on.

"Hey, Claude, what's up?"

Claude Giroux nearly jumped out of his skin. He looked at Mike, eyes wide, but when he saw the captain's smile he relaxed.

"I'm waiting to get into my room."

"Oh." Mike leaned against the wall, hands folded across his chest. "No key?"

Claude opened his mouth, ready to say something witty - Yeah, but I'm teaching it to jump out of my pocket and unlock the door for me - but instead just sighed and nodded his head.

"Hmm. You're rooming with..."

"Marty."

"Right, yeah, okay well he's probably busy fuckin' Danny, so why don't you head down to my room and wait there."

"Umm..." 

"I've got beer." Mike voice sounded too convincing. "Well, I'm on my way to get more, but I don't think Carts drank the last bottle yet."

Claude considered his options. Take the invite, and go hang out with Mike and Jeff and most likely get drunk. Or, stand outside his room like an idiot for god knows how long. "Yeah, sure, why not."

"Great. Room three forty-nine. Just knock on the door. Jeff will let you in."  Mike smiled, gave him a pat on the shoulder, and headed off down the hallway again. Claude watched him go, not admitting it out loud that he was looking at the captain's ass, and once Mike was out of sight the rookie looked the other way down the hallway. It was around the corner, maybe seven or eight doors down.

Claude knocked once, waited, no answer, knocked again. He was starting to think maybe Mike pulled a joke on him, when Jeff suddenly cracked open the door. The second line star was still shirtless, a beer in one hand, a raised eyebrow and a curious look on his face. Jeff cracked the door wide enough to allow Claude to see him, wide enough to allow Claude to smell the alcohol and maybe tense the sexual frustration.

"Can I help you?" Jeff took a sip of the beer, keeping his demeanor calm. He was expecting Mike. He was horny as well. Then again...

"Uh, Richie told me to come hang out with you guys."

Interesting, Jeff thought. He opened the door all the way and stepped to side. "Well then, come on in." He watched Claude walk into the room, and then jump when the door was shut a little harder then need be.  "So," Jeff walked up behind the rookie, taking another sip of the beer. "Richie wants us to play."

"W-what?" Claude spun around quickly, eyes wide, looking at Jeff. He started to take a couple steps back, putting a good amount of distance between him and the older man.

Jeff grinned, placing the bottle on the small dresser. He walked up to Claude, who didn't back away, and put only a couple inches of space between them.

"You got a goal, I got a goal...Richie's setting us up."

"Oh." A lump was forming in the rookie's throat. Claude wasn't so much as nervous, but maybe a little turned on. He hadn't realized that when he was out in the hallway. In fact, Claude thought maybe Mike would reward him, as why that's why he invited him over to begin with. Or maybe it was just the crush thinking for him. Either way, Jeff was looking at him, a glint in his eyes, a look of a predator about to strike on his prey.

"You want me to sit, or stand?"

Claude didn't have any time to answer, because as soon as he opened his mouth Je'ff lips were on his and pushing in tongue through. The rookie could taste the beer, the amber waste dripping into his mouth. He closed his eyes, brought his hands to grab Jeff's hips, and not thinking, Claude just enjoyed what was happening.

Jeff liked kissing. It was his favorite thing to do. Maybe, it was his favorite thing to do with Mike, but right now Claude was pulling at his jeans and he didn't want to kiss anymore. Jeff pulled back, pulled Claude to the bed, and before sitting on the edge his jeans were taken off.

"Do you never wear underwear?" Claude got to his knees before Jeff, looking up through heated eyelids.

"Just shut the fuck up and suck my dick, rookie."

Claude was a bit taken back at the cruelness Jeff held in his voice. He wasn't use to a teammate saying something like that to him. Mike was so sweet to him. Joff was amazingly nice. Scottie was always flirty. But Jeff...he was just downright fucking mean.

"Fuck you."

Jeff narrowed his eyes in confusion and stared at Claude. "What the fuck?" The smell of beer floated from his mouth and reminded Claude that those five bottles sitting on the nightstand where probably what Jeff occupied himself with tonight. And at that moment, Jeff's cock was rock hard, leaking pre-cum, and Jeff expected Claude to reward him. Again, the rookie was weighing his options. Get up and leave and most likely be tortured for the rest of the season. Or, suck Jeff off and leave a smile on the man's face and most likley not be tortured for the rest of the season. Jeff was sleeping with the captain, he had that kind of power.

Claude brought his mouth to hover over Jeff's tip, licking it gently with his tongue to lap up the small beads of pre-cum. Jeff moaned, bucked his hips so the rookie was forced to take him in his mouth. He did, wrapping lips around his shaft, bringing a hand to cover what he couldn't.

As the next couple minutes dragged on, Claude thought how different Jeff tasted. Not so much salty, but dry and fresh at the same time. There was the faint smell of soap radiating from the second line star and Claude took it in, increasing his movements to bring Jeff closer and closer. Jeff's breathing was becoming hitched, his eyes shut tight, and his mouth gaping open. He looked the same drunk as he does sober when orgasming, and he made the same noises too. Moans, grunts, a little squeak at the end when Claude keep sucking and swallowing. That tasted fresh too, and Claude wiped his mouth when he was done.

"You're pretty good at that, rookie." Jeff sat up, a sly grin on his face. He brought their lips to meet again in a fierce kiss, tasting himself in Claude's mouth. "Mmm, you want your reward now?"

Claude's erection was straining in his jeans. He tried not to give it away, but he was aching and all he could do was nod frantically to answer Jeff.

"Stand up."

Claude stumbled to get to his feet, but eventually did and Jeff was pawing at the button on jeans. Cursing, the button broke free and the zipper was pulled down. Jeff started to pull the jeans of the rookie's hip, snickering as he did.

"Silly fuck, you don't wear underwear either."

The pants fell to the floor and Jeff didn't waste any time. His mouth was warm and wet, and Claude couldn't help but draw out the moan deep from his throat. As he stood there, fucking Jeff's mouth, Claude tangled his finger's in the older man's hair and took slight control of the situation. It didn't last long, not when Jeff relaxed his throat and took the rookie completely in, almost swallowing his cock whole. Claude's hand fell from his hair, both grabbing Jeff's shoulders to steady himself as he came. His orgasm ripped through him, more drawn out moans following.

Jeff thought Claude taste sour, maybe because of too many candy bars late at night or too many cans of soda when he was supposed to be drinking water. He was salty, running down his throat and into his belly. Jeff pulled away, wiped his mouth, made a face, and decided that maybe he needed to rethink his sexuality. Or maybe it was just the excessive consumption of beer.

*****

On his way back to the room, carrying two six packs, Mike had to stop for a moment at a door that clearly didn't open to room three forty-nine. There were sounds, familiar sounds, interesting sounds, and the captain tried not to laugh out loud. Scott Hartnell was receiving his reward, and before then, although Mike missed out on that one, Arran Asham received his in a room that was a couple doors down the other way.

Satisfaction guaranteed that night, alright

Comments

[pexylexy.livejournal.com]

I'm not even going to tell you how hot I think it was or how many brain cells it killed... I'll just continue giggling about the line Jeff was sleeping with the captain, he had that kind of power :)

Awesome job, as usual...

(not that I'm impatient or demanding or anything but when do we get Scottie's reward? ;) )

[exigencyexit.livejournal.com]

Thanks! That line totally came out of nowhere...but it's so true ;)

I'm gonna start working on Scottie's reward today. I'm not sure when it will be done, tho. Maybe a couple days. It's gonna be hard to write at first.

[cpexplosion.livejournal.com]

Lol, I love this! Lovely as always ;)

[exigencyexit.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :)

[jess-the1.livejournal.com]

Jeff was sleeping with the captain, he had that kind of power That line killed me.lol

Love it.

[exigencyexit.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :)

[delorispea.livejournal.com]

I like the idea of rewards
*drool*

[exigencyexit.livejournal.com]

Yes, the Rewards have been very popular, and we are so grateful for it :) Glad you liked this!