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2minsforslashing2006-07-24 05:56 pm
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fic: keeping up acquaintances 1/1
TITLE: Keeping Up Acquaintances
AUTHOR: Frala
E-MAIL: frala at hotmail dot com
DISTRIBUTION: Just at Perchance to Dream
DISCLAIMER: I neither claim any ownership to any of the characters aside from the ones I made up. And I'm not implying anything about any of the characters in real life. Its all fiction, none of it actually happened, I made it up.
AN: Thank you as always to Mae, Brenn, and AJ for the beta. *hearts*
AN 2: With this fic finished I have now written a story about every single team in the league. Yay me. ;p
RATING: NC 17 slash.
CHARACTERS: Jason Arnott, Paul Kariya
SUMMARY: What do you do when the guy you love to hate is now your teammate? Yeah Jason wasn't really too sure either.
~~
It's weird.
Yeah.
I'm not with Petr anymore. Fuck, I haven’t been with him in so long it shouldn’t matter to me at all.
But seeing Kariya... uh Paul. I guess I should be kinda, you know, not wanting to punch him in the face now that he's my teammate and stuff. But fuck seeing him kinda makes me really fucking want to do that.
I'll resist because that'd be a hell of a way to start off my time here eh?
Okay it makes me laugh a little looking at the surprised look on his face. Or maybe not so surprised. He knows he was fucking Petr after all... and okay I really have no room to talk there because I was fucking someone else to but... aw fuck it.
Stupid brain can't even let me be irrational and shit.
Fuck that.
~~
Asking him out for a drink might not have been the best idea I ever had.
But it's fucking got a lot of company with the bad ones, you know?
Yeah.
The more beers I have the more I can see why Petr might have wanted a piece.
He's pretty cute... uh even without beer goggles actually.
And since he's got his shirt off right now I can see that it's more than pretty cute...
Fuck.
Anyway he's dancing with some guy out there, grinding his ass against him, reaching back and grabbing the guy's hair, pulling him down to whisper something. Something the guy likes too cause they disappear and... seriously, I asked him out and he's taking off to get laid.
Fuck that.
~~
He's back though, in way less time than I woulda been back.
What the hell does that even mean?
I need to sit here and try and prove I'm better at screwing than some random bar guy.
"Having fun?" I smirk at him when he comes back.
"Oh yeah, second blow job of the night... what's not to like right?" He smirks right back. "You?"
"Well I haven’t had a blow job yet so if that's our marker for fun, I guess not." I'm as surprised as he looks at the joke. We both laugh and he raises his glass.
"Then here's to head." We clink glasses and laugh again.
Whoa. Maybe I've had enough.
Fuck that.
~~
It's late... like early the next morning it’s so late.
Somehow we both managed to stay together the whole night. No matter how many times he disappeared or I thought so hard about punching him I had to leave we kept on talking... fuck I guess he's not such a bad guy after all.
Pretty strong too cause he pretty much has to haul my big ass out of the cab. And all the way up to my hotel room I'm leaning against him. Then leaning somehow became my hand down his pants and before I know it I'm muttering something about wanting to have a piece of what everyone else got tonight.
And he lets me.
Fuck, lets me... he pushes me down to my knees right there in the elevator, his fingers stroking my cheeks while he rubs his cock head against my lips.
Jesus, and I thought I moved fast.
I got nothing on him.
Nice dick though. Feels great pushing into my mouth, deeper and harder, his fingers in my hair as he starts to thrust. Been a while since I let someone do this, but it feels... kinda great to have him pounding into me like he is.
Mm fuck... he comes fast too, so I know m'giving it to him pretty awesomely too.
Of course.
I don't swallow it all, just a little and jerk him off the rest of the way, looking up at him and... okay dude, what the hell is that look in his eyes?
Some sort of payback from him too?
He looks like he got off a little bit too much by fucking my face like that. Fuck, he doesn’t get to have payback on me! Even if they are friends and shit and I was a... oh whatever.
Fuck that.
THE END
AUTHOR: Frala
E-MAIL: frala at hotmail dot com
DISTRIBUTION: Just at Perchance to Dream
DISCLAIMER: I neither claim any ownership to any of the characters aside from the ones I made up. And I'm not implying anything about any of the characters in real life. Its all fiction, none of it actually happened, I made it up.
AN: Thank you as always to Mae, Brenn, and AJ for the beta. *hearts*
AN 2: With this fic finished I have now written a story about every single team in the league. Yay me. ;p
RATING: NC 17 slash.
CHARACTERS: Jason Arnott, Paul Kariya
SUMMARY: What do you do when the guy you love to hate is now your teammate? Yeah Jason wasn't really too sure either.
~~
It's weird.
Yeah.
I'm not with Petr anymore. Fuck, I haven’t been with him in so long it shouldn’t matter to me at all.
But seeing Kariya... uh Paul. I guess I should be kinda, you know, not wanting to punch him in the face now that he's my teammate and stuff. But fuck seeing him kinda makes me really fucking want to do that.
I'll resist because that'd be a hell of a way to start off my time here eh?
Okay it makes me laugh a little looking at the surprised look on his face. Or maybe not so surprised. He knows he was fucking Petr after all... and okay I really have no room to talk there because I was fucking someone else to but... aw fuck it.
Stupid brain can't even let me be irrational and shit.
Fuck that.
~~
Asking him out for a drink might not have been the best idea I ever had.
But it's fucking got a lot of company with the bad ones, you know?
Yeah.
The more beers I have the more I can see why Petr might have wanted a piece.
He's pretty cute... uh even without beer goggles actually.
And since he's got his shirt off right now I can see that it's more than pretty cute...
Fuck.
Anyway he's dancing with some guy out there, grinding his ass against him, reaching back and grabbing the guy's hair, pulling him down to whisper something. Something the guy likes too cause they disappear and... seriously, I asked him out and he's taking off to get laid.
Fuck that.
~~
He's back though, in way less time than I woulda been back.
What the hell does that even mean?
I need to sit here and try and prove I'm better at screwing than some random bar guy.
"Having fun?" I smirk at him when he comes back.
"Oh yeah, second blow job of the night... what's not to like right?" He smirks right back. "You?"
"Well I haven’t had a blow job yet so if that's our marker for fun, I guess not." I'm as surprised as he looks at the joke. We both laugh and he raises his glass.
"Then here's to head." We clink glasses and laugh again.
Whoa. Maybe I've had enough.
Fuck that.
~~
It's late... like early the next morning it’s so late.
Somehow we both managed to stay together the whole night. No matter how many times he disappeared or I thought so hard about punching him I had to leave we kept on talking... fuck I guess he's not such a bad guy after all.
Pretty strong too cause he pretty much has to haul my big ass out of the cab. And all the way up to my hotel room I'm leaning against him. Then leaning somehow became my hand down his pants and before I know it I'm muttering something about wanting to have a piece of what everyone else got tonight.
And he lets me.
Fuck, lets me... he pushes me down to my knees right there in the elevator, his fingers stroking my cheeks while he rubs his cock head against my lips.
Jesus, and I thought I moved fast.
I got nothing on him.
Nice dick though. Feels great pushing into my mouth, deeper and harder, his fingers in my hair as he starts to thrust. Been a while since I let someone do this, but it feels... kinda great to have him pounding into me like he is.
Mm fuck... he comes fast too, so I know m'giving it to him pretty awesomely too.
Of course.
I don't swallow it all, just a little and jerk him off the rest of the way, looking up at him and... okay dude, what the hell is that look in his eyes?
Some sort of payback from him too?
He looks like he got off a little bit too much by fucking my face like that. Fuck, he doesn’t get to have payback on me! Even if they are friends and shit and I was a... oh whatever.
Fuck that.
THE END
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definitely very hot :)
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