You Wanna Make A Memory
Title: You Wanna Make A Memory
Author: Sue
Rating: NC17 incest
Pairing: Joel Lundqvist/Henrik Lundqvist/Loui Eriksson
Disclaimer: THIS IS SO NOT TRUE
Archived: www.evilchicas.com
A/N: Haven't posted to this community in eons, so thought I'd give it a go. This is actually the second fic with the Lundqvist brothers I've written
Takes place after the Iowa Stars are defeated by the Chicago Wolves. Joel and Loui were assigned to the IA Stars after the Dallas Stars lost in the first round.
Joel’s POV
“Henrik, you’re here.” That was I was able to get out before we reached for each other. The ride back from Chicago seemed to take an eternity.
Losing in the playoffs once was bad enough, but to come and help our friends in Iowa and lose again had taken out just about everything in me. The guys had welcomed Loui, Nikky and I back like we were still part of them. Our roles were familiar too as Loui and I once again found our offense. If only we could have found a little more while we were with Dallas, we could have still been jetting to the next game instead of riding a bus back to Iowa in defeat.
“I swear I tried to get into Chicago for the game, but my flight kept getting delayed.” Henrik cupped my cheek as we gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. “So I came here instead. I told them I was you at the front desk.”
“I figured as much.” I chuckled as I dug my fingers into Henrik’s fine muscled ass. “Thank you. There was no one else that knew what I needed tonight more than he, and I was going to make sure he did so no matter what as our heads tilted and our mouths met. It had been so long since we had been together that as he parted his lips, I hungrily thrust my tongue between them. I could feel that his need was as great as mine by what was already rubbing against my thigh. He sucked on my tongue, roughly scraping it with his teeth. He tasted of expensive whiskey as I delved deeper. I was barely aware of his hands pulling my shirt out of my pants until I heard, rather than felt the front of my shirt rip. Straightening, I looked down at the damage. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“I hope so.” He grinned while pushing the silky fabric off my shoulders until it rested in the bend of my elbows.
“How many shirts do you owe me?”
“Not more than 3, maybe 4.”
“Liar. I always have to find buttons all over the floor when I’m with you.” I had quickly unbuttoned his shirt down his chest far enough so he could pull it over his head. This was another quirk of his. He thought it more… I don’t know what, to take a button down shirt off by lifting it over his head. Not that I minded as long as it was done quickly so I could touch his skin.
“I could kill the guy who speared you.” His fingers lightly traced over the bruise on my lower stomach that had been inflicted by some Wolf player tonight.
“It’s nothing.” I shrugged off as easily as my shirt which fluttered to the floor.
“Yes it is. Imperfection on perfection.” Henrik sank to his knees, kissing and licking the darkened skin. I sucked in a sharp breath and wound my fingers through his hair. All traces of weariness from the game and life had vanished in our first kiss, but now my body was truly throbbing. Especially my cock, which he was massaging through my dress pants with one hand while working the button and zipper open.
“Hurry.” I gasped as he reached in to pull me out. He took my cock in his hand, slowly stroking it. I could feel his warm breath on it as his mouth lingered over it. A shudder rolled through my body as his tongue lightly flicked across the tip. He moaned as he swallowed as much as he could before pulling back off, breathing deeply before going down on me again, his finger gently playing with my balls. “Don’t tease.”
“Would I ever do that?” He grinned then went back to work on my cock. My pants had fallen to my feet, but my underwear was stuck at thigh level. “What are you doing?” He looked up at me, stroking me with his hand.
“Trying to get my underwear off.” I said matter of factly as I wiggled about.
“And here I thought it was my technique that was making you dance.”
“Yeah, we’d be hotter dancing Swedish twins.” I snorted thinking of the nhl commercial with the Sedins. “How about I show you technique?” Lifting under his arms, I pulled him to his feet. I ran my thumbs over his hard nipples while pushing him until the backs of his legs ran up against the bed. My hands were on the waistband of his pants before his ass hit the mattress. I made quick work of stripping his clothes from him even over the protest that I was wrinkling his designer clothing by throwing them on the floor next to his Italian leather shoes. “Just because I’m not as stylish as you doesn’t mean I don’t have a few moves at my disposal.”
“Now who’s teasing?” He chuckled as he scooted more fully on the bed while I finally divested myself of the rest of my clothes. Then with my dick firmly in my hand I went digging through the pocket in my bag for condoms and lube.
“It’s not teasing. I’m just trying to keep myself hard cause looking at your ugly face doesn’t do it for me.” As I kneeled on the bed, Henrik rolled onto his knees, pulling our hips tightly together.
“We are not ugly.”
“I know you’re not but…”
“I mean it, *we* are not ugly.”
My whole being focused on him and his words. Only one person would know of my insecurity. Growing up he would use it against me, but now…now his words bore more of a promise.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” I murmured, rubbing our bodies together.
“I know, Joel. I know.”
Hearing him say my name the way it was meant to be said, the Swedish way, made my heart pound faster. I followed him down to the mattress, our lips mashed together with tongues thrusting. Our bodies ground against each other, our hands moving over skin that was familiar but yet so different.
“Where’s the lube?” I moaned, searching until I found it under Henrik’s hip. I spread the moisture over the fingers of my right hand while spitting onto my left palm. Lifting his cock that lay heavy across his thigh, I began to slowly move my hand up and down, spreading the moisture that was leaking from the tip. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. I used my lubed fingers to open his hole, first with one then eventually adding two more.
“Right there…oh god…” He moaned as I curled my middle finger against his prostate. It made me smile to know just how much pleasure I could give to him. He was the big star between the two of us, the one on the magazine covers; but he needed love and comfort just like anyone else. And that was something he came to me for. Oh sure, he fucked numerous others, but up till now that’s all it was- fucking. There was so much more between us. And there always would be.
“Now…just…now…” He implored after he rolled the condom down my shaft. Withdrawing my fingers, I licked the head of his dick once more before lifting his ass and positioning myself at his opening. Henrik lifted one of his legs over my shoulder and the wrapped the other around my waist, digging his heel into the muscles of my back as I plunged slowly, then pushing in and out until I couldn’t go any deeper.
Henrik’s eyes were closed, his breath shallow and a bit fast; but he still whispered, “Go.” I know his body’s needs as well as I knew my own and even though he was telling me yes, I knew he was still experiencing pain. That didn’t stop him from squeezing his muscles around me though. “Do what I say.” He commanded.
“Yes, master.”
“We’ll save that till we get back home.” He grinned and pushed his hips up.
“You just keep thinking you’ll be the one in charge.”
“We can take turns.”
We slowly worked ourselves into a rhythm that got both of us even closer to the end. Henrik’s right hand stroked his cock while I fucked him. I know I could get deeper if I was behind him; but I tonight I wanted to see his face contort with lust. I wanted to see his body perspire as his muscles contracted and expanded. I wanted to see everything I was feeling mirror itself in him. When I hit his prostate it was like I could feel the pleasure I was giving him surround me.
“So close…oh god…” He pulled me down so our lips could hungrily feast, our tongues swirled around the others’. Soon the wet sticky feeling of cum warmed my belly as his body convulsed under me. It only took a few more thrusts till I was emptying myself into the condom while buried deep within him.
“I missed this.” I murmured as I collapsed on him.
“Just this or me?” Henrik turned his head to lick my cheek before softly biting it. His voice was as tired as my body felt.
“One and the same.” I yawned as I closed my eyes, finally giving into the exhaustion, but knowing I held onto something even better than a championship.
Loui’s POV
From the moment they saw each other they’d had no idea if I stayed in the room or not. They only had eyes for each other, and me interrupting to remind them that I still shared the hotel room with Joel and didn’t have anywhere else to sleep wouldn’t have stopped them. It never had before. And besides, there was King Henrik taking off his clothes in full view. I know he enough to make small talk, but really, I was just so tongue tied and shy around him. Yes, I know. I’m shy around everyone.
After shutting the door, I stayed in the room long enough to see I wasn’t needed before taking my overnight bag into the bathroom where I changed into sweats and a t-shirt. I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. Basically trying to hide out as long as I could. Finally I decided to just go lie in my bed and try to sleep. Yeah, that didn’t happen. I was already half hard as I walked into the room, and seeing Joel sucking Henrik off as I slipped beneath the covers made me hard as a rock. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn’t get enough of watching their athletic bodies writhe and curve around each other. Soon I was beating off in time to their movements. As soon as their moans and shouts of pleasure came to a crescendo so did my climax. I didn’t even reach for a Kleenex and instead licked my cum stained fingers. They whispered to each other for awhile before falling asleep. I wish it were so easy for me. I was keyed up beyond belief. I tried every trick I knew. But the sight of Joel and Henrik naked in the bed right next to mine was too much for me.
There was no way I was going to get any sleep. Thinking I would go for a walk, I got out of bed and instead of reaching for my clothes, I shuffled the few steps until I was all but on top of their bed. The jumble of flesh was too much for me. I leaned over and ran my fingers down the connected seam of their bodies. I wanted to touch them. Taste them. Be them. They were what I wanted and needed. My other hand stroked my cock which was quickly coming back to life.
Somehow I ended up sitting on the edge of their bed, sliding my whole hand along their skin. They were so much alike, yes so different. Joel was thicker around the middle, and Henrik had the most delectable ass, one that needed to be licked, kissed and bitten.
“Loui?”
I looked up and saw matching eyes gazing at me. Shit. Caught.
“I…I…”
“It’s ok.” Henrik said in that soft tone that could turn my muscles to jelly.
“I’m sorry, Loui. We should have invited you to join us. It’s just I haven’t seen him in so long.”
“It’s not too late.” Henrik took ahold of my arm and pulled me on top of them so I was sprawled in the middle.
I stared at Henrik’s adam’s apple knowing that the two of them were looking over my head. I could do one of two things, and really was one of them even an option.
“I’d love to.” I smiled broadly as I squeezed more fully between them and onto my back. Henrik and Joel both looked at me before each of them moving to a different part of my body with my hands on both of their backs, guiding them to where I needed them most.
Author: Sue
Rating: NC17 incest
Pairing: Joel Lundqvist/Henrik Lundqvist/Loui Eriksson
Disclaimer: THIS IS SO NOT TRUE
Archived: www.evilchicas.com
A/N: Haven't posted to this community in eons, so thought I'd give it a go. This is actually the second fic with the Lundqvist brothers I've written
Takes place after the Iowa Stars are defeated by the Chicago Wolves. Joel and Loui were assigned to the IA Stars after the Dallas Stars lost in the first round.
Joel’s POV
“Henrik, you’re here.” That was I was able to get out before we reached for each other. The ride back from Chicago seemed to take an eternity.
Losing in the playoffs once was bad enough, but to come and help our friends in Iowa and lose again had taken out just about everything in me. The guys had welcomed Loui, Nikky and I back like we were still part of them. Our roles were familiar too as Loui and I once again found our offense. If only we could have found a little more while we were with Dallas, we could have still been jetting to the next game instead of riding a bus back to Iowa in defeat.
“I swear I tried to get into Chicago for the game, but my flight kept getting delayed.” Henrik cupped my cheek as we gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. “So I came here instead. I told them I was you at the front desk.”
“I figured as much.” I chuckled as I dug my fingers into Henrik’s fine muscled ass. “Thank you. There was no one else that knew what I needed tonight more than he, and I was going to make sure he did so no matter what as our heads tilted and our mouths met. It had been so long since we had been together that as he parted his lips, I hungrily thrust my tongue between them. I could feel that his need was as great as mine by what was already rubbing against my thigh. He sucked on my tongue, roughly scraping it with his teeth. He tasted of expensive whiskey as I delved deeper. I was barely aware of his hands pulling my shirt out of my pants until I heard, rather than felt the front of my shirt rip. Straightening, I looked down at the damage. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“I hope so.” He grinned while pushing the silky fabric off my shoulders until it rested in the bend of my elbows.
“How many shirts do you owe me?”
“Not more than 3, maybe 4.”
“Liar. I always have to find buttons all over the floor when I’m with you.” I had quickly unbuttoned his shirt down his chest far enough so he could pull it over his head. This was another quirk of his. He thought it more… I don’t know what, to take a button down shirt off by lifting it over his head. Not that I minded as long as it was done quickly so I could touch his skin.
“I could kill the guy who speared you.” His fingers lightly traced over the bruise on my lower stomach that had been inflicted by some Wolf player tonight.
“It’s nothing.” I shrugged off as easily as my shirt which fluttered to the floor.
“Yes it is. Imperfection on perfection.” Henrik sank to his knees, kissing and licking the darkened skin. I sucked in a sharp breath and wound my fingers through his hair. All traces of weariness from the game and life had vanished in our first kiss, but now my body was truly throbbing. Especially my cock, which he was massaging through my dress pants with one hand while working the button and zipper open.
“Hurry.” I gasped as he reached in to pull me out. He took my cock in his hand, slowly stroking it. I could feel his warm breath on it as his mouth lingered over it. A shudder rolled through my body as his tongue lightly flicked across the tip. He moaned as he swallowed as much as he could before pulling back off, breathing deeply before going down on me again, his finger gently playing with my balls. “Don’t tease.”
“Would I ever do that?” He grinned then went back to work on my cock. My pants had fallen to my feet, but my underwear was stuck at thigh level. “What are you doing?” He looked up at me, stroking me with his hand.
“Trying to get my underwear off.” I said matter of factly as I wiggled about.
“And here I thought it was my technique that was making you dance.”
“Yeah, we’d be hotter dancing Swedish twins.” I snorted thinking of the nhl commercial with the Sedins. “How about I show you technique?” Lifting under his arms, I pulled him to his feet. I ran my thumbs over his hard nipples while pushing him until the backs of his legs ran up against the bed. My hands were on the waistband of his pants before his ass hit the mattress. I made quick work of stripping his clothes from him even over the protest that I was wrinkling his designer clothing by throwing them on the floor next to his Italian leather shoes. “Just because I’m not as stylish as you doesn’t mean I don’t have a few moves at my disposal.”
“Now who’s teasing?” He chuckled as he scooted more fully on the bed while I finally divested myself of the rest of my clothes. Then with my dick firmly in my hand I went digging through the pocket in my bag for condoms and lube.
“It’s not teasing. I’m just trying to keep myself hard cause looking at your ugly face doesn’t do it for me.” As I kneeled on the bed, Henrik rolled onto his knees, pulling our hips tightly together.
“We are not ugly.”
“I know you’re not but…”
“I mean it, *we* are not ugly.”
My whole being focused on him and his words. Only one person would know of my insecurity. Growing up he would use it against me, but now…now his words bore more of a promise.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” I murmured, rubbing our bodies together.
“I know, Joel. I know.”
Hearing him say my name the way it was meant to be said, the Swedish way, made my heart pound faster. I followed him down to the mattress, our lips mashed together with tongues thrusting. Our bodies ground against each other, our hands moving over skin that was familiar but yet so different.
“Where’s the lube?” I moaned, searching until I found it under Henrik’s hip. I spread the moisture over the fingers of my right hand while spitting onto my left palm. Lifting his cock that lay heavy across his thigh, I began to slowly move my hand up and down, spreading the moisture that was leaking from the tip. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. I used my lubed fingers to open his hole, first with one then eventually adding two more.
“Right there…oh god…” He moaned as I curled my middle finger against his prostate. It made me smile to know just how much pleasure I could give to him. He was the big star between the two of us, the one on the magazine covers; but he needed love and comfort just like anyone else. And that was something he came to me for. Oh sure, he fucked numerous others, but up till now that’s all it was- fucking. There was so much more between us. And there always would be.
“Now…just…now…” He implored after he rolled the condom down my shaft. Withdrawing my fingers, I licked the head of his dick once more before lifting his ass and positioning myself at his opening. Henrik lifted one of his legs over my shoulder and the wrapped the other around my waist, digging his heel into the muscles of my back as I plunged slowly, then pushing in and out until I couldn’t go any deeper.
Henrik’s eyes were closed, his breath shallow and a bit fast; but he still whispered, “Go.” I know his body’s needs as well as I knew my own and even though he was telling me yes, I knew he was still experiencing pain. That didn’t stop him from squeezing his muscles around me though. “Do what I say.” He commanded.
“Yes, master.”
“We’ll save that till we get back home.” He grinned and pushed his hips up.
“You just keep thinking you’ll be the one in charge.”
“We can take turns.”
We slowly worked ourselves into a rhythm that got both of us even closer to the end. Henrik’s right hand stroked his cock while I fucked him. I know I could get deeper if I was behind him; but I tonight I wanted to see his face contort with lust. I wanted to see his body perspire as his muscles contracted and expanded. I wanted to see everything I was feeling mirror itself in him. When I hit his prostate it was like I could feel the pleasure I was giving him surround me.
“So close…oh god…” He pulled me down so our lips could hungrily feast, our tongues swirled around the others’. Soon the wet sticky feeling of cum warmed my belly as his body convulsed under me. It only took a few more thrusts till I was emptying myself into the condom while buried deep within him.
“I missed this.” I murmured as I collapsed on him.
“Just this or me?” Henrik turned his head to lick my cheek before softly biting it. His voice was as tired as my body felt.
“One and the same.” I yawned as I closed my eyes, finally giving into the exhaustion, but knowing I held onto something even better than a championship.
Loui’s POV
From the moment they saw each other they’d had no idea if I stayed in the room or not. They only had eyes for each other, and me interrupting to remind them that I still shared the hotel room with Joel and didn’t have anywhere else to sleep wouldn’t have stopped them. It never had before. And besides, there was King Henrik taking off his clothes in full view. I know he enough to make small talk, but really, I was just so tongue tied and shy around him. Yes, I know. I’m shy around everyone.
After shutting the door, I stayed in the room long enough to see I wasn’t needed before taking my overnight bag into the bathroom where I changed into sweats and a t-shirt. I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. Basically trying to hide out as long as I could. Finally I decided to just go lie in my bed and try to sleep. Yeah, that didn’t happen. I was already half hard as I walked into the room, and seeing Joel sucking Henrik off as I slipped beneath the covers made me hard as a rock. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn’t get enough of watching their athletic bodies writhe and curve around each other. Soon I was beating off in time to their movements. As soon as their moans and shouts of pleasure came to a crescendo so did my climax. I didn’t even reach for a Kleenex and instead licked my cum stained fingers. They whispered to each other for awhile before falling asleep. I wish it were so easy for me. I was keyed up beyond belief. I tried every trick I knew. But the sight of Joel and Henrik naked in the bed right next to mine was too much for me.
There was no way I was going to get any sleep. Thinking I would go for a walk, I got out of bed and instead of reaching for my clothes, I shuffled the few steps until I was all but on top of their bed. The jumble of flesh was too much for me. I leaned over and ran my fingers down the connected seam of their bodies. I wanted to touch them. Taste them. Be them. They were what I wanted and needed. My other hand stroked my cock which was quickly coming back to life.
Somehow I ended up sitting on the edge of their bed, sliding my whole hand along their skin. They were so much alike, yes so different. Joel was thicker around the middle, and Henrik had the most delectable ass, one that needed to be licked, kissed and bitten.
“Loui?”
I looked up and saw matching eyes gazing at me. Shit. Caught.
“I…I…”
“It’s ok.” Henrik said in that soft tone that could turn my muscles to jelly.
“I’m sorry, Loui. We should have invited you to join us. It’s just I haven’t seen him in so long.”
“It’s not too late.” Henrik took ahold of my arm and pulled me on top of them so I was sprawled in the middle.
I stared at Henrik’s adam’s apple knowing that the two of them were looking over my head. I could do one of two things, and really was one of them even an option.
“I’d love to.” I smiled broadly as I squeezed more fully between them and onto my back. Henrik and Joel both looked at me before each of them moving to a different part of my body with my hands on both of their backs, guiding them to where I needed them most.