Title: Skating is Fun
Title: Skating is Fun
Authors: Dee and Ginny 2wingsnuts
Disclaimer: Slavery is illegal - hence we don't own them and we don't know them either. We are not implying anything about any of the men and we don't mean any harm. This is fiction and completely made up, to our knowledge.
Team: Detroit Red Wings
Paring: Nick Lidstrom/Chris Osgood/Henrik (Hank) Zetterberg/Pavel Datsyuk
Rating: PG-13 (FRT-13)
Warnings: RPS
Challenge: times_for_three
Prompt 20: Skating
Summary: The boys enjoy some free time.
Authors Notes: Because someone keeps searching through old email threads for fic. Now we aren't hiding it.
"Why are we doing this again?" Nick as as he followed his lovers onto the rink.
"Because it'll be fun," Hank answered with a grin as he skated in a circle. "We never do this."
Nick stared at him. "We do this for a living."
"We play hockey for a living," Hank corrected. "We never just skate for the fun of it anymore."
"And I don't get to skate," Chris laughed. "I spend all my time in the net or on the bench."
Pavel laughed and skated a figure eight. "Haven't done this in long time."
Nick laughed and smiled as he saw all three of his lovers relax. "You're right. We don't do this enough."
Hank grinned mischievously. "Wanna race?"
"Race?" Nick laughed. "You're ten years younger than me."
"So? You too old to show me up?"
Nick smirked. "You're on."
The two stared at each other, grinned, and then simultaneously started racing across the rink, leaving Pavel and Chris behind.
"They're like kids," Chris laughed.
"Big kid," Pavel agreed and reached for Chris' hand. "Come. Let skate."
Chris smiled and squeezed his hand. "You don't want to race too?"
Pavel snickered. "You slow."
"I'm not slow," Chris pouted.
"Yes you are." Pavel nodded. "You not supposed to skate fast. You goalie."
"That means I'm slow?"
"Yes. Slower than me."
"I'm not slow. I'm a good goalie."
"I never said you not. You just skate slow," Pavel smiled as Hank skated past, his long hair flying behind him and Nick just inches behind. "They skate fast."
"They have to."
"See," Pavel smiled.
Sure," Chris said with a laugh.
"Good. Come, we find something else to do," Pavel said as he gave Chris a small shove.
"Like what?" Chris innocently asked, squeezing Pavel's hand.
"Like skate. Kiss and watch them." He shrugged. "What sound good to you?"
"Kiss and skate?" Chris suggested with a grin.
"Both?"
"Can't you multi-task?" he asked innocently.
"Yes." Pavel pulled Chris against his body and kissed the other man as he started skating backwards. "I can do lots of things at once. I have three lovers."
"That's true. So many people to please. Who's idea was that again?" Chris asked as he wrapped his arms around Pavel.
"Mine," Nick stated as he came to a stop behind Chris.
"I thought it was mine," Hank teased, stopping behind Pavel.
"It doesn't matter," Nick soothed, wrapped his arms around Chris. "I'm not complaining."
"Me either," Hank agreed, wrapping his arms around Pavel's waist.
"We were skating here?" Chris mock protested as the two other men brought the movement to a stop.
"You want me to stop kissing you?" Nick whispered in his ear before he lightly kissed the side of his neck.
"No," Chris answered, pushing back against him.
"We can still skate," Hank said softly.
"Yeah?" Chris moaned as Nick kissed the shell of his ear.
"Yes," Pavel agreed, groaning as Chris pushed against him.
Hank groaned as Chris, when reaching for him, caught him by slipping his fingers into the waistband of Hank's jeans and pulled him closer.
"See? We skate," Pavel smirked as he pushed against Hank and they glided a few inches. "We skate. We kiss."
"We fuck?" Hank whispered, running his tongue along Pavel's neck and slipping his fingers in Nick's jeans.
"Hell yes," Nick answered.
"Now I know why you reserved this rink for just us," Chris said around a breathless laugh.
"No, I reserved the rink so we could skate. Billy's here."
"Billy?" Hank perked up. "Is he making his famous hot chocolate?"
"Of course," Nick laughed. "I know the way to your heart."
"Yeah, through his mouth," Chris teased.
"Jerk."
"You love me anyway."
"No, I just like fucking you."
Chris snorted. "See if I let you fuck me again."
"You really think you could resist him?" Nick whispered, his lips brushing against Chris' ear. "When he starts whispering to you in Swedish, you're just going to turn him away?"
"That's mean," Chris pouted. "You know what talking in Swedish - or Russian," he added with a glance at Pavel, "Does to me."
"Uh-huh," Nick agreed and Hank smirked.
"Enough," Pavel blurted. "You three talk too much. I skate now." He pushed out of their grasp and began skating in leisurely circles around the rink.
The other three stared at him in surprise.
"Catch me if you can," Pavel teased and started skating for the other end.
Hank and Nick turned and looked at each other. "Let's get him," Hank said. He reached for Chris' hand and pulled the goalie with him across the ice, Nick right behind them.
"Slow," Pavel mocked. "You can't catch me."
"Watch us," Chris teased. He pulled his hand out of Hank's and let him and Nick reach Pavel first. They brought him to a stop just as Chris ran into them. "Caught you," he grinned.
"You did," Pavel agreed.
"Yes we did," Chris laughed and leaned forward, kissing Pavel slowly.
"Should we be jealous?" Nick teased, nudging Hank's arm as they watched the two men kiss.
"Yes. We should kiss too," Hank decided with a large grin.
"Each other or them?"
"Each other." Hank pulled Nick close to his body and kissed him gently. Pulling back, he smiled before crashing his lips to Nick's and crashing them both to the ice.
"Ouch," Nick half grunted, half laughed. "I'm not wearing any padding you know."
"I know," Hank grinned as he placed his hand on the crotch of Nick's jeans. "But you're a big, bad hockey player, you don't need padding.
"I'm old," Nick pointed out, moaning as Hank's hand rubbed against his dick.
"Hey!" Chris glared. "I'm two years younger than you. Are you implying I'm old also?"
"Yes," Pavel smirked.
Chris sputtered.
"You short too."
"Come on Chris, let's show the young ones why experiences makes things better," Nick said as he grabbed the hem of Chris' shirt and pulled.
Chris groaned as he landed on top of Nick. "Sounds good to me."
"Me too," Pavel laughed.
"As long as we get to watch," Hank smirked. "How are we going to learn anything if we don't watch?"
"Learn best by being involved," Pavel corrected with a grin. He dropped to his knees next to Hank and pulled him close for a kiss.
"Good point," Hank grinned.
"I haven't had this much fun in a long time," Chris admitted. Nick stood and leaned against the boards, helping Chris onto this feet.
"Me too," he agreed.
"I told you that you would have fun," Hank commented as he and Pavel also got to their feet.
"Hot chocolate and then home?" Nick asked.
"Yes!" Hank exclaimed, skating toward the tunnel.
"He's so easy," Chris laughed as he followed after Hank, skating much slower.
"It's still fun," Nick pointed out.
"True," Chris agreed. He laughed when he looked over to see Hank standing outside of the rink, watching them and tapping his fingers impatiently.
"You skate too slow," Hank called out.
"You in hurry," Pavel called back, stepping off of the ice and sitting on the bench.
"I just wanna get home. Get you three naked."
"No you don't," Chris laughed.
"You just want hot chocolate," Nick smirked.
"I want hot chocolate and then you."
"And if we said you could only have one?" Chris teased.
"That would be mean."
"I can be mean," Nick smirked. "Choose."
Hank sighed. "You three."
"Right answer," Chris laughed as Pavel nodded.
"Does that mean I can have my hot chocolate now?"
"Of course," Nick smiled as they joined Hank against the railing. "Let's get him his hot chocolate."
"Then you can get me laid," Hank told them.
"Demanding, aren't you?" Chris teased.
"Only for what's truly important."
"Us and hot chocolate?" Pavel asked.
"Exactly."
"What about hockey?" Nick asked.
"What about it? I love hockey but I love you three more."
"Hank, I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said," Chris teased.
"It had to happen once," he shrugged and then grinned. "Know what the best part of the hot chocolate is?"
"What?" Pavel asked.
"The extra whipped cream. You can do all sorts of fun things with it."
Nick laughed. "Let's get you your hot chocolate and get home, lover boy."
"Are you ever not horny?" Chris asked, his eyebrow raised in confusion.
"What's that?" Hank asked, looking at them in confusion.
"Nothing," Chris laughed. "I figured it out, that's all. Skating makes you horny," he said as he followed his lovers away from the rink.
"No," Pavel grinned. "That not right. Skating make him happy. We make him horny."
Nick thought for a moment. "True but skating does play a part during the winter."
"Why's that?" Pavel asked.
"He's horny in the summer but we can't seem to wear him out in the winter. I think the ice does something to his libido." Nick laughed at Hank's freigned look of hurt.
"We skate in the summer too," Hank pointed out.
"No where near as much."
Hank shrugged and grinned. "What can I say. I like to skate. And watching you skate makes me horny."
"You are something else," Chris laughed as they sat down on the bench and began removing their skates.
"Uh-huh," Hank agreed proudly.
"What would we do without you?" Nick teased.
"Be miserable. And not here, because this was my idea," Hank grinned.
"Can we go home now?" Pavel asked as he walked over to Billy and collected their hot chocolate. "We need to get Hank in bed before he hurt himself again."
"Hey," Hank protested.
"We're going," Chris promised. "Thanks for the hot chocolate Billy," he said and led the way toward the door.
"Any time," Billy called after them as they walked through the doorway.
"That was fun," Nick smiled, nudging Chris with his shoulder.
"Yes," Pavel agreed.
"We should do it again," Chris said. He brushed the back of his hand against the back of Nick's.
"I'm glad you feel that way," Hank stated.
"Why? What did you do?" Nick asked.
"I reserved the rink for next week," he replied with a shrug.
The other three men grinned. "Can't wait."
End.
Authors: Dee and Ginny 2wingsnuts
Disclaimer: Slavery is illegal - hence we don't own them and we don't know them either. We are not implying anything about any of the men and we don't mean any harm. This is fiction and completely made up, to our knowledge.
Team: Detroit Red Wings
Paring: Nick Lidstrom/Chris Osgood/Henrik (Hank) Zetterberg/Pavel Datsyuk
Rating: PG-13 (FRT-13)
Warnings: RPS
Challenge: times_for_three
Prompt 20: Skating
Summary: The boys enjoy some free time.
Authors Notes: Because someone keeps searching through old email threads for fic. Now we aren't hiding it.
"Why are we doing this again?" Nick as as he followed his lovers onto the rink.
"Because it'll be fun," Hank answered with a grin as he skated in a circle. "We never do this."
Nick stared at him. "We do this for a living."
"We play hockey for a living," Hank corrected. "We never just skate for the fun of it anymore."
"And I don't get to skate," Chris laughed. "I spend all my time in the net or on the bench."
Pavel laughed and skated a figure eight. "Haven't done this in long time."
Nick laughed and smiled as he saw all three of his lovers relax. "You're right. We don't do this enough."
Hank grinned mischievously. "Wanna race?"
"Race?" Nick laughed. "You're ten years younger than me."
"So? You too old to show me up?"
Nick smirked. "You're on."
The two stared at each other, grinned, and then simultaneously started racing across the rink, leaving Pavel and Chris behind.
"They're like kids," Chris laughed.
"Big kid," Pavel agreed and reached for Chris' hand. "Come. Let skate."
Chris smiled and squeezed his hand. "You don't want to race too?"
Pavel snickered. "You slow."
"I'm not slow," Chris pouted.
"Yes you are." Pavel nodded. "You not supposed to skate fast. You goalie."
"That means I'm slow?"
"Yes. Slower than me."
"I'm not slow. I'm a good goalie."
"I never said you not. You just skate slow," Pavel smiled as Hank skated past, his long hair flying behind him and Nick just inches behind. "They skate fast."
"They have to."
"See," Pavel smiled.
Sure," Chris said with a laugh.
"Good. Come, we find something else to do," Pavel said as he gave Chris a small shove.
"Like what?" Chris innocently asked, squeezing Pavel's hand.
"Like skate. Kiss and watch them." He shrugged. "What sound good to you?"
"Kiss and skate?" Chris suggested with a grin.
"Both?"
"Can't you multi-task?" he asked innocently.
"Yes." Pavel pulled Chris against his body and kissed the other man as he started skating backwards. "I can do lots of things at once. I have three lovers."
"That's true. So many people to please. Who's idea was that again?" Chris asked as he wrapped his arms around Pavel.
"Mine," Nick stated as he came to a stop behind Chris.
"I thought it was mine," Hank teased, stopping behind Pavel.
"It doesn't matter," Nick soothed, wrapped his arms around Chris. "I'm not complaining."
"Me either," Hank agreed, wrapping his arms around Pavel's waist.
"We were skating here?" Chris mock protested as the two other men brought the movement to a stop.
"You want me to stop kissing you?" Nick whispered in his ear before he lightly kissed the side of his neck.
"No," Chris answered, pushing back against him.
"We can still skate," Hank said softly.
"Yeah?" Chris moaned as Nick kissed the shell of his ear.
"Yes," Pavel agreed, groaning as Chris pushed against him.
Hank groaned as Chris, when reaching for him, caught him by slipping his fingers into the waistband of Hank's jeans and pulled him closer.
"See? We skate," Pavel smirked as he pushed against Hank and they glided a few inches. "We skate. We kiss."
"We fuck?" Hank whispered, running his tongue along Pavel's neck and slipping his fingers in Nick's jeans.
"Hell yes," Nick answered.
"Now I know why you reserved this rink for just us," Chris said around a breathless laugh.
"No, I reserved the rink so we could skate. Billy's here."
"Billy?" Hank perked up. "Is he making his famous hot chocolate?"
"Of course," Nick laughed. "I know the way to your heart."
"Yeah, through his mouth," Chris teased.
"Jerk."
"You love me anyway."
"No, I just like fucking you."
Chris snorted. "See if I let you fuck me again."
"You really think you could resist him?" Nick whispered, his lips brushing against Chris' ear. "When he starts whispering to you in Swedish, you're just going to turn him away?"
"That's mean," Chris pouted. "You know what talking in Swedish - or Russian," he added with a glance at Pavel, "Does to me."
"Uh-huh," Nick agreed and Hank smirked.
"Enough," Pavel blurted. "You three talk too much. I skate now." He pushed out of their grasp and began skating in leisurely circles around the rink.
The other three stared at him in surprise.
"Catch me if you can," Pavel teased and started skating for the other end.
Hank and Nick turned and looked at each other. "Let's get him," Hank said. He reached for Chris' hand and pulled the goalie with him across the ice, Nick right behind them.
"Slow," Pavel mocked. "You can't catch me."
"Watch us," Chris teased. He pulled his hand out of Hank's and let him and Nick reach Pavel first. They brought him to a stop just as Chris ran into them. "Caught you," he grinned.
"You did," Pavel agreed.
"Yes we did," Chris laughed and leaned forward, kissing Pavel slowly.
"Should we be jealous?" Nick teased, nudging Hank's arm as they watched the two men kiss.
"Yes. We should kiss too," Hank decided with a large grin.
"Each other or them?"
"Each other." Hank pulled Nick close to his body and kissed him gently. Pulling back, he smiled before crashing his lips to Nick's and crashing them both to the ice.
"Ouch," Nick half grunted, half laughed. "I'm not wearing any padding you know."
"I know," Hank grinned as he placed his hand on the crotch of Nick's jeans. "But you're a big, bad hockey player, you don't need padding.
"I'm old," Nick pointed out, moaning as Hank's hand rubbed against his dick.
"Hey!" Chris glared. "I'm two years younger than you. Are you implying I'm old also?"
"Yes," Pavel smirked.
Chris sputtered.
"You short too."
"Come on Chris, let's show the young ones why experiences makes things better," Nick said as he grabbed the hem of Chris' shirt and pulled.
Chris groaned as he landed on top of Nick. "Sounds good to me."
"Me too," Pavel laughed.
"As long as we get to watch," Hank smirked. "How are we going to learn anything if we don't watch?"
"Learn best by being involved," Pavel corrected with a grin. He dropped to his knees next to Hank and pulled him close for a kiss.
"Good point," Hank grinned.
"I haven't had this much fun in a long time," Chris admitted. Nick stood and leaned against the boards, helping Chris onto this feet.
"Me too," he agreed.
"I told you that you would have fun," Hank commented as he and Pavel also got to their feet.
"Hot chocolate and then home?" Nick asked.
"Yes!" Hank exclaimed, skating toward the tunnel.
"He's so easy," Chris laughed as he followed after Hank, skating much slower.
"It's still fun," Nick pointed out.
"True," Chris agreed. He laughed when he looked over to see Hank standing outside of the rink, watching them and tapping his fingers impatiently.
"You skate too slow," Hank called out.
"You in hurry," Pavel called back, stepping off of the ice and sitting on the bench.
"I just wanna get home. Get you three naked."
"No you don't," Chris laughed.
"You just want hot chocolate," Nick smirked.
"I want hot chocolate and then you."
"And if we said you could only have one?" Chris teased.
"That would be mean."
"I can be mean," Nick smirked. "Choose."
Hank sighed. "You three."
"Right answer," Chris laughed as Pavel nodded.
"Does that mean I can have my hot chocolate now?"
"Of course," Nick smiled as they joined Hank against the railing. "Let's get him his hot chocolate."
"Then you can get me laid," Hank told them.
"Demanding, aren't you?" Chris teased.
"Only for what's truly important."
"Us and hot chocolate?" Pavel asked.
"Exactly."
"What about hockey?" Nick asked.
"What about it? I love hockey but I love you three more."
"Hank, I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said," Chris teased.
"It had to happen once," he shrugged and then grinned. "Know what the best part of the hot chocolate is?"
"What?" Pavel asked.
"The extra whipped cream. You can do all sorts of fun things with it."
Nick laughed. "Let's get you your hot chocolate and get home, lover boy."
"Are you ever not horny?" Chris asked, his eyebrow raised in confusion.
"What's that?" Hank asked, looking at them in confusion.
"Nothing," Chris laughed. "I figured it out, that's all. Skating makes you horny," he said as he followed his lovers away from the rink.
"No," Pavel grinned. "That not right. Skating make him happy. We make him horny."
Nick thought for a moment. "True but skating does play a part during the winter."
"Why's that?" Pavel asked.
"He's horny in the summer but we can't seem to wear him out in the winter. I think the ice does something to his libido." Nick laughed at Hank's freigned look of hurt.
"We skate in the summer too," Hank pointed out.
"No where near as much."
Hank shrugged and grinned. "What can I say. I like to skate. And watching you skate makes me horny."
"You are something else," Chris laughed as they sat down on the bench and began removing their skates.
"Uh-huh," Hank agreed proudly.
"What would we do without you?" Nick teased.
"Be miserable. And not here, because this was my idea," Hank grinned.
"Can we go home now?" Pavel asked as he walked over to Billy and collected their hot chocolate. "We need to get Hank in bed before he hurt himself again."
"Hey," Hank protested.
"We're going," Chris promised. "Thanks for the hot chocolate Billy," he said and led the way toward the door.
"Any time," Billy called after them as they walked through the doorway.
"That was fun," Nick smiled, nudging Chris with his shoulder.
"Yes," Pavel agreed.
"We should do it again," Chris said. He brushed the back of his hand against the back of Nick's.
"I'm glad you feel that way," Hank stated.
"Why? What did you do?" Nick asked.
"I reserved the rink for next week," he replied with a shrug.
The other three men grinned. "Can't wait."
End.