Fucking Him.
Continued from [ Watching Him] and [ Teasing Him].
Team: Ottawa Senators
Characters: Jason Spezza, Antoine Vermette and mentions of some Sens players
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Untrue. Fake.
I watched with envious eyes as Antoine, who by then was completely thrashed, flirted crazily with two pretty girls by the bar. He was sitting on one of the stools while one of his hands was busy groping one of the girls' butt and another hand was caressing the face of the other girl. Of course his female companions loved the attention he was giving to them. Hell, who wouldn't. He was such a good-looking guy and quite the popular one among female hockey fans. I saw Antoine being dragged to the dance floor by the girls later on, and had to laugh when I noticed how badly drunk he was that the girls had to basically support him with their arms constantly to keep him from falling down. He started dancing in a very sensuous way, grinding his hips against them and letting them feel him all over. I slowly spun my index finger along the rim of my glass and tried to avert my attention in another direction, but I couldn't. He just looked so fucking sexy dancing drunkenly with the girls, gyrating and grinding his hips in rhythm with the blaring music, his face all flushed and sweaty from the alcohol and the heat emitted by the swarm of people in the club. I wished that I was in the girls' place, but I knew that Hell would freeze over before I was able to do that with him in public.
I suddenly felt like a loser. There I was, partially drunk in a crowded club, sitting all alone on a table which was now occupied with strangers who came and went, most of them either wanting his autograph or their pictures taken with me. I had lost contact with all of my other team mates, not even realizing when they left the table. I spotted Gratts with some girl a while ago in one corner of the club, and I saw Alfie left with Comrie, and that was it. Fuck, and just a couple of hours ago I prided in myself over my ability to fucking tease Antoine underneath the table. And now there he was, dancing happily with two girls who obviously would take advantage over the drunk Quebecois anytime.
Shit! What if Antoine decided to sleep with them tonight? If that was the case, my whole plan would blow up. And I wasn't planning on going to bed alone tonight. No fucking way. That French boy was up for some good fucking with me and I wouldn't let anything or anyone stand in between my master plan. I shook my legs nervously and downed my drink before striding towards Antoine. I approached him from the back, tapped his shoulder, and he turned around and gave me a drunken smile.
"Heyyyyy it's my friend, Jason! Girls, this is Jason." He introduced me to the girls whose names I forgot a few seconds later. Not that it mattered, anyway.
"Antoine, I think it's time to call it a night." I whispered loud enough for him to hear. He gave me a sad look and refused at first, but after I told him that he needed to get some rest or blow the practice tomorrow, he surrendered. Of course the real reason I wanted him to go back was not because of our practice, and he seemed to know it. I saw the disappointed looks on the girls' faces and I was so close to flashing my smug smile to them but knew better to hold it in. Antoine gave each of them a kiss on the cheek before being dragged outside of the club by me. Fuck, he was pretty heavy. I had a hard time supporting him to keep his balance.
"Gosh, Antoine. You're fucked, dude." I said while we were waiting for our cab outside. I wasn't that drunk, but I wasn't that stupid to drive in my current state, either. Antoine fell towards me and I held him up. "If you ever puke on me I'll seriously kill you."
He laughed and told me that he wasn't going too, but seconds later he hurled on the streets and I was holding his arms to avoid him from toppling over and falling into his own puddle of vomit. I cringed my nose in disgust all the while and silently blamed myself for buying him too much drinks. I held out my handkerchief for him to wipe his mouth, which he gladly took. Minutes later our cab arrived, and Antoine let his head fell on my shoulders the minute we took our seats at the back of the car. The whole journey back to my house felt like forever. The drunk Antoine just couldn't keep his hands off of me, constantly touching my neck and rubbing my thighs. At one point he even leaned in and gave me a little kiss on my neck, which made my member twitch with excitement, but I knew that I couldn't let him act that way. The driver kept glancing awkwardly at us and I really didn't want him to suspect anything.
I breathed a sigh of relief when we finally made it to my Kanata home. I fumbled with my keys, and all the while Antoine was hugging me from the back, grinding into my ass to let me feel his hard, warm bulge that was already forming in his pants. When I finally got the door opened, I pulled him inside and gave him a huge, sloppy kiss. Antoine responded by circling his arms around me and pressing his hips on mine, hungrily devouring my lips while my hands roamed his smooth, silky hair. We lost our balance and tripped in the foyer, and Antoine quickly slipped his hands underneath my shirt and effortlessly lifted it over my shirt and tossed it aside. I moaned as his mouth attacked my nipples, sucking gently on each of them, causing them to erect. I felt his hands traced my arms and circled around the balls of my shoulder as his tongue went lower on my torso, leaving a wet trail behind. I had to stop him before he proceeded any further. Having sex with him in the foyer wouldn't be so sexy, so I stood up and told him to follow me upstairs, which he gladly obeyed.
We basically kissed our way up to the second floor of my house, tripping a few times on the stairs. Antoine's shirt and pants were already gone by the time we reached my room, leaving him clad in his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I eyed his crotch hungrily, desperately wanting to touch and taste him. I pushed him on my bed and straddled him across his chest, my erection now very apparent in my jeans. Antoine grabbed my bulge gently, and I arched my hips towards his face and started to unbutton my jeans. He helped by unzipping it impatiently, pure lust now extremely visible in his dark brown eyes. I wiggled around to get my jeans off of me, and let Antoine enjoy the sight before him. He gently rubbed his fingers on my hard rock cock, now already wet with precum, forming a dark, wet spot on my boxers. He licked his lips sensually as his fingers tugged around my boxer's waistband, and slowly, he pulled it down and my waiting member sprung out, glad to finally be free.
Antoine began to touch my needy cock and I moaned his name in response. I could feel his strong hand wrapping around my throbbing dick, and when he began to move it up and down my shaft, I closed my eyes in utter pleasure as all sane thoughts left my mind. All I was thinking was sex, sex and pure sex. How I wanted him. How I wanted to be inside him and fuck his brains out. I opened my eyes and was brought back to reality when I felt Antoine's hand touching my stomach, pushing me gently to the back. I obeyed and let myself fall on the bed as Antoine now took my former position, straddling my body. He stripped away his last item of clothing, and I felt myself stirring with pleasure when I saw a completely naked Antoine Vermette before my eyes. Such a perfect man, such a perfect body. His dick rose high against the dark curls that contrasted against his stark white body, and there was nothing sexier than that to me. He stroked himself a little bit before diving down onto my mouth to give me a long, passionate French kiss. Our tongues intertwined with each other's, exploring each other's mouth hungrily. I bit his full lips softly and then attacked his ear lobes, in which he responded by whimpering my name, making me even hornier than ever.
I let my hands travel down his back, tracing each and every muscle that he had and let my fingers graze around his butt crack which was again responded by his moans of pleasure. He pressed his hips hard against mine and both our erections met. We began to grind our crotch together, our precum lubricating our moves, intensifying our pleasures. We indulged ourselves in another hot kiss, only this time Antoine kept moaning in my mouth and uttering my name, and I rewarded him with some gentle spanks on his solid ass.
It wasn't long before I decided to plug it in. I pushed him down roughly on the bed, a smirk appeared on my face. Antoine seemed to know what was coming, and he, too, gave me a playful smile and began to spread his legs. I traced my fingers along his chest, going lower towards his abs, past his trail and finally along his rock-hard dick. I lowered my head and took him in my mouth, tasting him for the first time ever. At the same time, Antoine let out a loud moan and I felt his hands grip my hair tightly, encouraging me to continue what I was doing. He was so wet with his precum it was unbelievable. I savoured him inside my mouth, sucking him hard before letting him go. I looked up and saw the desperation in his eyes.
"You want more?" I asked, and he responded by nodding furiously. "Then say it."
"Please, Jason," He pleaded. "Please...just fuck me."
"Fuck you, huh?" I asked playfully, a naughty smile widespread on my face.
"Oui." He nodded. Damn, I loved it when he spoke French. Antoine spread his legs wider, his hole now clearly visible. I licked my lips and wet my finger before thrusting one inside him. He instantly hurled out some unrecognizable French words and squirmed wildly on the bed. I put another finger in, and slowly slid them in and out of his hole, causing Antoine to scream and beg for more. Fuck, he was such a sexy sight at this point and caused my cock to twitch around wildly. I played around his hole for a little while longer, stretching and preparing him for my grand entrance.
I grabbed a small bottle of lubricant from my night drawer by the bed and smeared it all over my cock and his hole. Then, without warning, I plunged myself deep inside him, and both of us were moaning crazily at the the sudden rush of pleasure. Fuck, his hole was so fucking tight I had to bite my lips to divert my attention from the immense pleasure that I was feeling or I would seriously just shoot my load on the spot. I let the French boy adjust himself, and when he was ready, I began to slowly rock myself against him. As time passed by, I picked up my momentum and began to thrust faster, pushing both his legs far back, causing his hole to stretch more. Antoine's hand was busy working on his dick, and I slapped it away and replaced it with my own, stroking him in rhythm with my thrusts. I fucked him harder and the room was suddenly filled with Antoine's screams of pleasure when I hit his magical spot deep inside him. His hands curled up into tight fists, grabbing hold of the bedsheets as I pounded him over and over, both our moans and screams and yells filling the room, oblivious of what our neighbours might hear and think.
It wasn't long before Antoine told me that he was about to cum, and with another loud scream, Antoine busted his thick, hot load all over my hands and his stomach, along the way screaming my name repeatedly. I continued thrusting against him, and when I felt the familiar overwhelming pleasure building around my tummy, I pulled out and aimed my dick towards his face, and spurted my cum in Antoine's opened mouth, spilling some on his neck and facial area. He licked my tip as I squirted out the last few drops before I collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily, satisfied with what we had just done. He kissed the top of my head, uttering a weak 'Merci beaucoup' before wrapping his strong legs around my limp body. I gave him a kiss on chest and pulled his arms around me, smiling happily as I finally was able to be with the man that I had wanted most. We fell asleep peacefully, with me silently wishing that tonight would lead on to bigger things in our lives.
*******END*********
hurr hurr......i have no life...writing slash on an early monday morning lol
Team: Ottawa Senators
Characters: Jason Spezza, Antoine Vermette and mentions of some Sens players
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Untrue. Fake.
I watched with envious eyes as Antoine, who by then was completely thrashed, flirted crazily with two pretty girls by the bar. He was sitting on one of the stools while one of his hands was busy groping one of the girls' butt and another hand was caressing the face of the other girl. Of course his female companions loved the attention he was giving to them. Hell, who wouldn't. He was such a good-looking guy and quite the popular one among female hockey fans. I saw Antoine being dragged to the dance floor by the girls later on, and had to laugh when I noticed how badly drunk he was that the girls had to basically support him with their arms constantly to keep him from falling down. He started dancing in a very sensuous way, grinding his hips against them and letting them feel him all over. I slowly spun my index finger along the rim of my glass and tried to avert my attention in another direction, but I couldn't. He just looked so fucking sexy dancing drunkenly with the girls, gyrating and grinding his hips in rhythm with the blaring music, his face all flushed and sweaty from the alcohol and the heat emitted by the swarm of people in the club. I wished that I was in the girls' place, but I knew that Hell would freeze over before I was able to do that with him in public.
I suddenly felt like a loser. There I was, partially drunk in a crowded club, sitting all alone on a table which was now occupied with strangers who came and went, most of them either wanting his autograph or their pictures taken with me. I had lost contact with all of my other team mates, not even realizing when they left the table. I spotted Gratts with some girl a while ago in one corner of the club, and I saw Alfie left with Comrie, and that was it. Fuck, and just a couple of hours ago I prided in myself over my ability to fucking tease Antoine underneath the table. And now there he was, dancing happily with two girls who obviously would take advantage over the drunk Quebecois anytime.
Shit! What if Antoine decided to sleep with them tonight? If that was the case, my whole plan would blow up. And I wasn't planning on going to bed alone tonight. No fucking way. That French boy was up for some good fucking with me and I wouldn't let anything or anyone stand in between my master plan. I shook my legs nervously and downed my drink before striding towards Antoine. I approached him from the back, tapped his shoulder, and he turned around and gave me a drunken smile.
"Heyyyyy it's my friend, Jason! Girls, this is Jason." He introduced me to the girls whose names I forgot a few seconds later. Not that it mattered, anyway.
"Antoine, I think it's time to call it a night." I whispered loud enough for him to hear. He gave me a sad look and refused at first, but after I told him that he needed to get some rest or blow the practice tomorrow, he surrendered. Of course the real reason I wanted him to go back was not because of our practice, and he seemed to know it. I saw the disappointed looks on the girls' faces and I was so close to flashing my smug smile to them but knew better to hold it in. Antoine gave each of them a kiss on the cheek before being dragged outside of the club by me. Fuck, he was pretty heavy. I had a hard time supporting him to keep his balance.
"Gosh, Antoine. You're fucked, dude." I said while we were waiting for our cab outside. I wasn't that drunk, but I wasn't that stupid to drive in my current state, either. Antoine fell towards me and I held him up. "If you ever puke on me I'll seriously kill you."
He laughed and told me that he wasn't going too, but seconds later he hurled on the streets and I was holding his arms to avoid him from toppling over and falling into his own puddle of vomit. I cringed my nose in disgust all the while and silently blamed myself for buying him too much drinks. I held out my handkerchief for him to wipe his mouth, which he gladly took. Minutes later our cab arrived, and Antoine let his head fell on my shoulders the minute we took our seats at the back of the car. The whole journey back to my house felt like forever. The drunk Antoine just couldn't keep his hands off of me, constantly touching my neck and rubbing my thighs. At one point he even leaned in and gave me a little kiss on my neck, which made my member twitch with excitement, but I knew that I couldn't let him act that way. The driver kept glancing awkwardly at us and I really didn't want him to suspect anything.
I breathed a sigh of relief when we finally made it to my Kanata home. I fumbled with my keys, and all the while Antoine was hugging me from the back, grinding into my ass to let me feel his hard, warm bulge that was already forming in his pants. When I finally got the door opened, I pulled him inside and gave him a huge, sloppy kiss. Antoine responded by circling his arms around me and pressing his hips on mine, hungrily devouring my lips while my hands roamed his smooth, silky hair. We lost our balance and tripped in the foyer, and Antoine quickly slipped his hands underneath my shirt and effortlessly lifted it over my shirt and tossed it aside. I moaned as his mouth attacked my nipples, sucking gently on each of them, causing them to erect. I felt his hands traced my arms and circled around the balls of my shoulder as his tongue went lower on my torso, leaving a wet trail behind. I had to stop him before he proceeded any further. Having sex with him in the foyer wouldn't be so sexy, so I stood up and told him to follow me upstairs, which he gladly obeyed.
We basically kissed our way up to the second floor of my house, tripping a few times on the stairs. Antoine's shirt and pants were already gone by the time we reached my room, leaving him clad in his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I eyed his crotch hungrily, desperately wanting to touch and taste him. I pushed him on my bed and straddled him across his chest, my erection now very apparent in my jeans. Antoine grabbed my bulge gently, and I arched my hips towards his face and started to unbutton my jeans. He helped by unzipping it impatiently, pure lust now extremely visible in his dark brown eyes. I wiggled around to get my jeans off of me, and let Antoine enjoy the sight before him. He gently rubbed his fingers on my hard rock cock, now already wet with precum, forming a dark, wet spot on my boxers. He licked his lips sensually as his fingers tugged around my boxer's waistband, and slowly, he pulled it down and my waiting member sprung out, glad to finally be free.
Antoine began to touch my needy cock and I moaned his name in response. I could feel his strong hand wrapping around my throbbing dick, and when he began to move it up and down my shaft, I closed my eyes in utter pleasure as all sane thoughts left my mind. All I was thinking was sex, sex and pure sex. How I wanted him. How I wanted to be inside him and fuck his brains out. I opened my eyes and was brought back to reality when I felt Antoine's hand touching my stomach, pushing me gently to the back. I obeyed and let myself fall on the bed as Antoine now took my former position, straddling my body. He stripped away his last item of clothing, and I felt myself stirring with pleasure when I saw a completely naked Antoine Vermette before my eyes. Such a perfect man, such a perfect body. His dick rose high against the dark curls that contrasted against his stark white body, and there was nothing sexier than that to me. He stroked himself a little bit before diving down onto my mouth to give me a long, passionate French kiss. Our tongues intertwined with each other's, exploring each other's mouth hungrily. I bit his full lips softly and then attacked his ear lobes, in which he responded by whimpering my name, making me even hornier than ever.
I let my hands travel down his back, tracing each and every muscle that he had and let my fingers graze around his butt crack which was again responded by his moans of pleasure. He pressed his hips hard against mine and both our erections met. We began to grind our crotch together, our precum lubricating our moves, intensifying our pleasures. We indulged ourselves in another hot kiss, only this time Antoine kept moaning in my mouth and uttering my name, and I rewarded him with some gentle spanks on his solid ass.
It wasn't long before I decided to plug it in. I pushed him down roughly on the bed, a smirk appeared on my face. Antoine seemed to know what was coming, and he, too, gave me a playful smile and began to spread his legs. I traced my fingers along his chest, going lower towards his abs, past his trail and finally along his rock-hard dick. I lowered my head and took him in my mouth, tasting him for the first time ever. At the same time, Antoine let out a loud moan and I felt his hands grip my hair tightly, encouraging me to continue what I was doing. He was so wet with his precum it was unbelievable. I savoured him inside my mouth, sucking him hard before letting him go. I looked up and saw the desperation in his eyes.
"You want more?" I asked, and he responded by nodding furiously. "Then say it."
"Please, Jason," He pleaded. "Please...just fuck me."
"Fuck you, huh?" I asked playfully, a naughty smile widespread on my face.
"Oui." He nodded. Damn, I loved it when he spoke French. Antoine spread his legs wider, his hole now clearly visible. I licked my lips and wet my finger before thrusting one inside him. He instantly hurled out some unrecognizable French words and squirmed wildly on the bed. I put another finger in, and slowly slid them in and out of his hole, causing Antoine to scream and beg for more. Fuck, he was such a sexy sight at this point and caused my cock to twitch around wildly. I played around his hole for a little while longer, stretching and preparing him for my grand entrance.
I grabbed a small bottle of lubricant from my night drawer by the bed and smeared it all over my cock and his hole. Then, without warning, I plunged myself deep inside him, and both of us were moaning crazily at the the sudden rush of pleasure. Fuck, his hole was so fucking tight I had to bite my lips to divert my attention from the immense pleasure that I was feeling or I would seriously just shoot my load on the spot. I let the French boy adjust himself, and when he was ready, I began to slowly rock myself against him. As time passed by, I picked up my momentum and began to thrust faster, pushing both his legs far back, causing his hole to stretch more. Antoine's hand was busy working on his dick, and I slapped it away and replaced it with my own, stroking him in rhythm with my thrusts. I fucked him harder and the room was suddenly filled with Antoine's screams of pleasure when I hit his magical spot deep inside him. His hands curled up into tight fists, grabbing hold of the bedsheets as I pounded him over and over, both our moans and screams and yells filling the room, oblivious of what our neighbours might hear and think.
It wasn't long before Antoine told me that he was about to cum, and with another loud scream, Antoine busted his thick, hot load all over my hands and his stomach, along the way screaming my name repeatedly. I continued thrusting against him, and when I felt the familiar overwhelming pleasure building around my tummy, I pulled out and aimed my dick towards his face, and spurted my cum in Antoine's opened mouth, spilling some on his neck and facial area. He licked my tip as I squirted out the last few drops before I collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily, satisfied with what we had just done. He kissed the top of my head, uttering a weak 'Merci beaucoup' before wrapping his strong legs around my limp body. I gave him a kiss on chest and pulled his arms around me, smiling happily as I finally was able to be with the man that I had wanted most. We fell asleep peacefully, with me silently wishing that tonight would lead on to bigger things in our lives.
*******END*********
hurr hurr......i have no life...writing slash on an early monday morning lol