Behind Closed Doors
Title: Behind Closed Doors
Pairing: Olie Kolzig / Ilya Kovalchuk
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nothing but the voices in my head again - and just like the 6 foot tall pink bunny I see before me, this is completely not real...
A/N: Nothing like a good rivalry to get the blood boiling (Ilya's POV); for
kaatiya, who loves Ilya almost as much as she loves Olie. Almost.
“KOVALCHUK!”
Shit.
“KOVALCHUK! Get your ass out here NOW!”
“Ilya, what the…” Slava started nervously as his eyes darted from me to the locker room door as though expecting the big goaltender to burst through it and start choking me. Everyone else seemed frozen in mid-motion, all staring at me in shock and anxiety at the sound of Olie’s voice ringing through the air.
He was waiting just outside the locker room - I could hear him pacing. A few of the rookies kept shooting nervous glances at the door too, and I could see each one of them contemplating the lack of exits and hiding places in the visitors’ locker room anxiously.
“I should go out there,” I said quickly, ignoring the wide eyes and gaping mouths of my teammates. “He sounds mad.”
“Are you fucking crazy?” Andy snapped, stepping forward to block my path as I started to leave. “No way are you going out there alone. Let him come in here and deal with all of us.”
“No, Andy, is…is okay," I said, trying to sound confident. "He wouldn’t try anything here…”
Would he? I’d known Olie for a few years but never had I heard him so pissed off before. He sounded almost possessed. And what was he thinking yelling in the middle of a hallway? What if there was press around, or…no. I couldn’t go.
“Let him go,” Scott piped up. “He’ll be fine.”
“You’re insane, Mellanby! That big gorilla will beat him into next week and you’re just willing to -“
“Andy, Ilya’s right. Olie’s not going to try anything here. Oh, but Ilya,” he added with a little smirk, “if he tries to drag you off somewhere I’d just go along with it. It’s easier not to put up a fight when he gets like this.” And with that he returned to his equipment, leaving the rest of us to stare at him in shock.
Thanks, Scott, I thought to myself. I knew they were close friends, but really…I didn’t even believe my assertion that I would be fine. Olie didn’t sound particularly sane right now. Taking a deep breath I pushed past Andy and walked out the door where I saw Olie for the first time, his face red with anger and his fists clenched at his side.
“There you are,” he snarled. “We need to talk.”
“About what?” came Andy’s voice behind me. I turned to see about five of my teammates standing a few feet away, trying their best to look menacing…although I had to fight the urge to laugh at the sight of Metro pretending to be tough.
“What is this, your security staff?” Olie said with a smirk. He knew Metro as well as I did. No way was he intimidated.
“Whatever you need to discuss with Ilya, you can say in front of all of us,” Bobby added, glaring at Olie.
“Guys, it’s fine,” I said hurriedly as Olie’s face seemed to get redder. For a moment I thought I saw something familiar flash across his face, something almost…soft. Amusement? A second later it was gone, though, and he looked angrier than ever. This would not end well.
“You heard him, it’s fine. Come on, Kovalchuk. We’re going to have a looong chat,” Olie said, grabbing my arm and practically pulling me down the hallway. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the others start after me, stopped by the sound of Scott’s bark from within the locker room ordering them back inside. Fuck. I’m going to die. In Washington of all places, great. I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to -
“In here.” Olie pushed me through a door and slammed it shut behind me, flipping on the light before letting his face relax into a grin. “Whew, I thought we’d never be alone,” he said, walking towards me slowly.
I blinked, trying to figure out what had just happened. As it slowly dawned on me I glared at Olie menacingly. “You…were joking?” I said quietly, clenching my fists. “This was all game?”
“Yeah! Not bad, eh?” he said with a smile, reaching out a big paw and resting it on my shoulder.
“Not…not bad? You fucking asshole, you scared the shit out of me!” I said angrily, shoving him roughly. “I thought you were going to kill me, you know that? You fucking ASSHOLE!” I punctuated each word with a punch to his shoulder until he stumbled backwards, looking surprised but amused.
“Well, I had to get you away from all of them somehow,” he said smoothly. “How would you propose I do that?”
“Um, I don’t know - call my fucking hotel room?? JESUS CHRIST!” I gave him a final shove but his hands flashed out and grabbed my wrists, moving me back against the wall.
“Oh, come on…you didn’t mind it, did you?” he said softly. “I saw your face. You were turned on, admit it.”
“Shut up,” I said unconvincingly, horrified to feel the corners of my mouth twitch upwards. He saw it, I knew he did, because the next minute he was crushing my mouth with his, his hands still gripping my wrists and pinning them to my side.
“I knew it,” he murmured breathlessly as we pulled apart. “You loved every second of that. Where’s the fun in calling your hotel when I can just have you wherever I want and piss off the rest of your team at the same time?”
“I’m still mad at you,” I said quietly, unable to prevent the smile from crossing my lips this time around. It would have been really hot, actually, if I hadn’t been focusing on not wetting myself. I loved the scary, unhinged side of him.
“That’s okay, I like when you’re pissed off too.”
“Freak.”
“Yeah, but you love it,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss me again. His whole body pressed up against mine, his lanky body warm as it held me against the wall. His lips gently toyed with mine in a long, drawn out embrace.
“Um…are we going to do this or what?” I said shakily as he pulled away again. He laughed and I grinned back at him impishly, feeling a shiver down my spine at the deep, booming sound.
“Right, yeah.” His mouth covered mine for a third time, this time his hands working quickly to remove the last of my clothes while I reciprocated, my anger disappearing as every inch of him was revealed to me. He set to work sucking on my neck as I glanced over his shoulder at the room.
“Uh, Olie?”
“Mmm?”
“There’s nowhere to really lie down,” I pointed out. It was true - we were in some sort of equipment room that appeared to have been abandoned years ago, stacks of old sticks and busted gloves covering the floor but no real room to spread out anywhere.
“Who says we’re going to have to lie down?” he replied, biting down on my neck. Before I could ponder that too deeply he began easing his way down my body, bracing me against the wall as his lips covered every inch of my skin.
All too soon and not soon enough he was at my groin, my cock already semi-hard and dripping - a subconscious reaction to his earlier outburst, I knew. I gasped as his mouth slid over me, just the tip at first, his tongue teasing me and his eyes flickering up to my face with a mischievous twinkle before taking me all the way into his mouth. My head leaned back against the wall as I silently guided him up and down, my body starting to shake. But then just as I knew it would his mouth disappeared. Even though I had expected it I couldn’t help letting out a little whimper of protest at losing his lips.
“You know the rules,” he teased. “A few more minutes and you would have come. We don’t want that, do we?”
“Fuck you,” I said as he stood up. He leaned in to kiss me again but this time it was me who was too quick for him and I slipped away from the wall, pushing him up against it roughly and grinning as I lowered myself down to my knees in front of him. I began sucking him fervently, faster than usual in an effort to seek out some small revenge for causing such a scene. Within minutes he was gasping and writhing under me even as I pressed his hips against the wall.
“Fuck…fuck, Ilya…god,” he moaned, his hand simultaneously pushing me down and pushing me away as he struggled with the urge to release. “Fuck, stop!”
I gave him a few more licks for good measure and paid for it as he yanked my head away rudely, gasping as I grinned up at him innocently. “I’m sorry, did you say stop?” I said teasingly. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Get up,” he growled, but his eyes were sparkling at me and I knew he wasn’t mad. There was an unspoken agreement between us, a silent, grudging respect that was the only way we could let each other get away with so much. If anyone but Olie had tried to pull my head away by my hair I would have been out the door; at the same time if anyone but me tried to keep going after he told them stop, Olie would have left.
It worked well for us, though. We didn’t know why. We didn’t try to explain it or label it or talk about it - we just let it happen. Again and again.
I stepped into his body and kissed him hard, rubbing myself against him urgently. “You going to punish me?” I whispered, biting his ear. He made an odd, strangled sound as my teeth closed on his skin and he spun me around so I was facing away from him, propping my arms up on the wall and bending down to retrieve the necessary accessories from his pants pocket.
Bending over me he placed his lips next to my ear. “Just tell me I’m the best you’ve had and I’ll forgive you,” he growled.
“You’re pretty much the best I’ve had,” I replied with a smirk, then cried out as his hand connected with my ass.
“Almost the best,” I added, biting my lip as once again his hand made contact.
“Three strikes, you’re out,” he murmured, rubbing my sore ass as he leaned over me again. “What were you about to say?”
“Top ten?” I teased, moaning loudly as I got my punishment three more times.
“You’re the best,” I breathed finally, my arms shaking with exhaustion and lust. The spanking was new and fun, but there were more things he could be doing back there and it had been so long. I reached one hand down to stroke myself while he prepared, gasping as I felt the head of his dick pressing against me insistently.
“You want to take it right now?” he said, squeezing his fingers into my hips.
I did. But I knew I couldn’t. I’d never been able to, not with him.
“A little help,” I said. Immediately his cock went away and was replaced by his tongue, probing and sucking on me mercilessly as his hands gripped my cheeks. So amazing…I thrust my hips backwards onto his mouth over and over, biting my lip and moaning softly as he toyed with me. A single finger slipped inside, then another and another until he was buried to the knuckles. I jerked back against his hand, feeling him stretch me out in breathtaking preparation for the big finale.
“Okay,” I breathed. “Now, now…god…”
Before I could say another word his fingers were gone and he was pressing into me again, slowly easing his way through the muscles that tightened automatically around him. He gasped loudly and reached around to stroke me as he bent over my back - I was grateful for his hand’s arrival, as it allowed me to lean on both my arms. I knew I’d be needing as much support as possible when he really went to work. As I relaxed around him he began thrusting in and out, still slowly but going deeper each time.
“Faster,” I said, pressing against him insistently. “Faster, harder…please, I need it.”
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” His free hand found my shoulder and then he was pushing me forward and pulling me back, controlling every movement as his other hand continued to rub up and down my shaft. I gave in to his touch, loving how he would just guide me through and take over, leaving me with nothing but pleasure.
“Ah…ah…fuck…harder,” I pleaded, trying futilely to grip the smooth painted walls with my fingers as I continued to be propelled backwards and forwards. He slammed his hips against my ass over and over, hitting all the right spots inside and out until I was crying out - no words now, just moans, gasps, his name, until my body tensed up and I squeezed around him, bringing him to climax as I exploded all over his hand.
We stood there gasping, Olie’s broad chest pressed weakly against my back as his fingers still clutched my softening dick. Our skin was slick with each other’s sweat, our legs and arms shaking, our breath coming out in spurts as slowly, slowly we came down from the high.
“Same time next week?” I said finally as my voice returned, grinning at him over my shoulder.
“Is…is that when we…when we play each other…next?” he panted, straightening up and letting me turn to face him.
I shrugged. “Maybe, I don’t know. You’re in Atlanta, though, I know that.”
“Okay,” he said casually, leaning in to kiss me quickly before bending down to pick up his clothes. I watched him happily as I got dressed, tilting my head to stare at his ass while he gathered up his things. “Quit staring at my ass, Ilya,” he said without turning around.
“But it’s staring at me,” I teased.
He laughed and turned to face me, stepping into his clothes before walking over and slipping his arm around my waist. “So…same time whenever, then, eh?”
“Whenever,” I said softly, smiling into his chiseled face. “I’ll call you…or, you know, yell at you in the hallway.”
He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hand gripping my back as his tongue slipped into my mouth. “Sounds good,” he said with a smile as we broke apart. “Now get the hell out of my arena.”
I gave him a mock glare and slipped past him out the door, narrowly avoiding a final slap to my ass as I returned to my team and he returned to his. I didn’t answer anyone’s questions when I returned but the sight of me with all four limbs and no bruises (at least not that they could see) seemed to satisfy my teammates, so no further questions were asked.
The bus ride to the hotel was bumpy and I was sore, but I could feel myself grinning with each jolt, the slight throbbing just reminding me that next time…we would be on my turf. Paybacks are hell, I thought to myself as I settled into my seat with a satisfied smile, exhausted and happy.
Pairing: Olie Kolzig / Ilya Kovalchuk
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nothing but the voices in my head again - and just like the 6 foot tall pink bunny I see before me, this is completely not real...
A/N: Nothing like a good rivalry to get the blood boiling (Ilya's POV); for
kaatiya, who loves Ilya almost as much as she loves Olie. Almost.
“KOVALCHUK!”
Shit.
“KOVALCHUK! Get your ass out here NOW!”
“Ilya, what the…” Slava started nervously as his eyes darted from me to the locker room door as though expecting the big goaltender to burst through it and start choking me. Everyone else seemed frozen in mid-motion, all staring at me in shock and anxiety at the sound of Olie’s voice ringing through the air.
He was waiting just outside the locker room - I could hear him pacing. A few of the rookies kept shooting nervous glances at the door too, and I could see each one of them contemplating the lack of exits and hiding places in the visitors’ locker room anxiously.
“I should go out there,” I said quickly, ignoring the wide eyes and gaping mouths of my teammates. “He sounds mad.”
“Are you fucking crazy?” Andy snapped, stepping forward to block my path as I started to leave. “No way are you going out there alone. Let him come in here and deal with all of us.”
“No, Andy, is…is okay," I said, trying to sound confident. "He wouldn’t try anything here…”
Would he? I’d known Olie for a few years but never had I heard him so pissed off before. He sounded almost possessed. And what was he thinking yelling in the middle of a hallway? What if there was press around, or…no. I couldn’t go.
“Let him go,” Scott piped up. “He’ll be fine.”
“You’re insane, Mellanby! That big gorilla will beat him into next week and you’re just willing to -“
“Andy, Ilya’s right. Olie’s not going to try anything here. Oh, but Ilya,” he added with a little smirk, “if he tries to drag you off somewhere I’d just go along with it. It’s easier not to put up a fight when he gets like this.” And with that he returned to his equipment, leaving the rest of us to stare at him in shock.
Thanks, Scott, I thought to myself. I knew they were close friends, but really…I didn’t even believe my assertion that I would be fine. Olie didn’t sound particularly sane right now. Taking a deep breath I pushed past Andy and walked out the door where I saw Olie for the first time, his face red with anger and his fists clenched at his side.
“There you are,” he snarled. “We need to talk.”
“About what?” came Andy’s voice behind me. I turned to see about five of my teammates standing a few feet away, trying their best to look menacing…although I had to fight the urge to laugh at the sight of Metro pretending to be tough.
“What is this, your security staff?” Olie said with a smirk. He knew Metro as well as I did. No way was he intimidated.
“Whatever you need to discuss with Ilya, you can say in front of all of us,” Bobby added, glaring at Olie.
“Guys, it’s fine,” I said hurriedly as Olie’s face seemed to get redder. For a moment I thought I saw something familiar flash across his face, something almost…soft. Amusement? A second later it was gone, though, and he looked angrier than ever. This would not end well.
“You heard him, it’s fine. Come on, Kovalchuk. We’re going to have a looong chat,” Olie said, grabbing my arm and practically pulling me down the hallway. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the others start after me, stopped by the sound of Scott’s bark from within the locker room ordering them back inside. Fuck. I’m going to die. In Washington of all places, great. I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to -
“In here.” Olie pushed me through a door and slammed it shut behind me, flipping on the light before letting his face relax into a grin. “Whew, I thought we’d never be alone,” he said, walking towards me slowly.
I blinked, trying to figure out what had just happened. As it slowly dawned on me I glared at Olie menacingly. “You…were joking?” I said quietly, clenching my fists. “This was all game?”
“Yeah! Not bad, eh?” he said with a smile, reaching out a big paw and resting it on my shoulder.
“Not…not bad? You fucking asshole, you scared the shit out of me!” I said angrily, shoving him roughly. “I thought you were going to kill me, you know that? You fucking ASSHOLE!” I punctuated each word with a punch to his shoulder until he stumbled backwards, looking surprised but amused.
“Well, I had to get you away from all of them somehow,” he said smoothly. “How would you propose I do that?”
“Um, I don’t know - call my fucking hotel room?? JESUS CHRIST!” I gave him a final shove but his hands flashed out and grabbed my wrists, moving me back against the wall.
“Oh, come on…you didn’t mind it, did you?” he said softly. “I saw your face. You were turned on, admit it.”
“Shut up,” I said unconvincingly, horrified to feel the corners of my mouth twitch upwards. He saw it, I knew he did, because the next minute he was crushing my mouth with his, his hands still gripping my wrists and pinning them to my side.
“I knew it,” he murmured breathlessly as we pulled apart. “You loved every second of that. Where’s the fun in calling your hotel when I can just have you wherever I want and piss off the rest of your team at the same time?”
“I’m still mad at you,” I said quietly, unable to prevent the smile from crossing my lips this time around. It would have been really hot, actually, if I hadn’t been focusing on not wetting myself. I loved the scary, unhinged side of him.
“That’s okay, I like when you’re pissed off too.”
“Freak.”
“Yeah, but you love it,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss me again. His whole body pressed up against mine, his lanky body warm as it held me against the wall. His lips gently toyed with mine in a long, drawn out embrace.
“Um…are we going to do this or what?” I said shakily as he pulled away again. He laughed and I grinned back at him impishly, feeling a shiver down my spine at the deep, booming sound.
“Right, yeah.” His mouth covered mine for a third time, this time his hands working quickly to remove the last of my clothes while I reciprocated, my anger disappearing as every inch of him was revealed to me. He set to work sucking on my neck as I glanced over his shoulder at the room.
“Uh, Olie?”
“Mmm?”
“There’s nowhere to really lie down,” I pointed out. It was true - we were in some sort of equipment room that appeared to have been abandoned years ago, stacks of old sticks and busted gloves covering the floor but no real room to spread out anywhere.
“Who says we’re going to have to lie down?” he replied, biting down on my neck. Before I could ponder that too deeply he began easing his way down my body, bracing me against the wall as his lips covered every inch of my skin.
All too soon and not soon enough he was at my groin, my cock already semi-hard and dripping - a subconscious reaction to his earlier outburst, I knew. I gasped as his mouth slid over me, just the tip at first, his tongue teasing me and his eyes flickering up to my face with a mischievous twinkle before taking me all the way into his mouth. My head leaned back against the wall as I silently guided him up and down, my body starting to shake. But then just as I knew it would his mouth disappeared. Even though I had expected it I couldn’t help letting out a little whimper of protest at losing his lips.
“You know the rules,” he teased. “A few more minutes and you would have come. We don’t want that, do we?”
“Fuck you,” I said as he stood up. He leaned in to kiss me again but this time it was me who was too quick for him and I slipped away from the wall, pushing him up against it roughly and grinning as I lowered myself down to my knees in front of him. I began sucking him fervently, faster than usual in an effort to seek out some small revenge for causing such a scene. Within minutes he was gasping and writhing under me even as I pressed his hips against the wall.
“Fuck…fuck, Ilya…god,” he moaned, his hand simultaneously pushing me down and pushing me away as he struggled with the urge to release. “Fuck, stop!”
I gave him a few more licks for good measure and paid for it as he yanked my head away rudely, gasping as I grinned up at him innocently. “I’m sorry, did you say stop?” I said teasingly. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Get up,” he growled, but his eyes were sparkling at me and I knew he wasn’t mad. There was an unspoken agreement between us, a silent, grudging respect that was the only way we could let each other get away with so much. If anyone but Olie had tried to pull my head away by my hair I would have been out the door; at the same time if anyone but me tried to keep going after he told them stop, Olie would have left.
It worked well for us, though. We didn’t know why. We didn’t try to explain it or label it or talk about it - we just let it happen. Again and again.
I stepped into his body and kissed him hard, rubbing myself against him urgently. “You going to punish me?” I whispered, biting his ear. He made an odd, strangled sound as my teeth closed on his skin and he spun me around so I was facing away from him, propping my arms up on the wall and bending down to retrieve the necessary accessories from his pants pocket.
Bending over me he placed his lips next to my ear. “Just tell me I’m the best you’ve had and I’ll forgive you,” he growled.
“You’re pretty much the best I’ve had,” I replied with a smirk, then cried out as his hand connected with my ass.
“Almost the best,” I added, biting my lip as once again his hand made contact.
“Three strikes, you’re out,” he murmured, rubbing my sore ass as he leaned over me again. “What were you about to say?”
“Top ten?” I teased, moaning loudly as I got my punishment three more times.
“You’re the best,” I breathed finally, my arms shaking with exhaustion and lust. The spanking was new and fun, but there were more things he could be doing back there and it had been so long. I reached one hand down to stroke myself while he prepared, gasping as I felt the head of his dick pressing against me insistently.
“You want to take it right now?” he said, squeezing his fingers into my hips.
I did. But I knew I couldn’t. I’d never been able to, not with him.
“A little help,” I said. Immediately his cock went away and was replaced by his tongue, probing and sucking on me mercilessly as his hands gripped my cheeks. So amazing…I thrust my hips backwards onto his mouth over and over, biting my lip and moaning softly as he toyed with me. A single finger slipped inside, then another and another until he was buried to the knuckles. I jerked back against his hand, feeling him stretch me out in breathtaking preparation for the big finale.
“Okay,” I breathed. “Now, now…god…”
Before I could say another word his fingers were gone and he was pressing into me again, slowly easing his way through the muscles that tightened automatically around him. He gasped loudly and reached around to stroke me as he bent over my back - I was grateful for his hand’s arrival, as it allowed me to lean on both my arms. I knew I’d be needing as much support as possible when he really went to work. As I relaxed around him he began thrusting in and out, still slowly but going deeper each time.
“Faster,” I said, pressing against him insistently. “Faster, harder…please, I need it.”
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” His free hand found my shoulder and then he was pushing me forward and pulling me back, controlling every movement as his other hand continued to rub up and down my shaft. I gave in to his touch, loving how he would just guide me through and take over, leaving me with nothing but pleasure.
“Ah…ah…fuck…harder,” I pleaded, trying futilely to grip the smooth painted walls with my fingers as I continued to be propelled backwards and forwards. He slammed his hips against my ass over and over, hitting all the right spots inside and out until I was crying out - no words now, just moans, gasps, his name, until my body tensed up and I squeezed around him, bringing him to climax as I exploded all over his hand.
We stood there gasping, Olie’s broad chest pressed weakly against my back as his fingers still clutched my softening dick. Our skin was slick with each other’s sweat, our legs and arms shaking, our breath coming out in spurts as slowly, slowly we came down from the high.
“Same time next week?” I said finally as my voice returned, grinning at him over my shoulder.
“Is…is that when we…when we play each other…next?” he panted, straightening up and letting me turn to face him.
I shrugged. “Maybe, I don’t know. You’re in Atlanta, though, I know that.”
“Okay,” he said casually, leaning in to kiss me quickly before bending down to pick up his clothes. I watched him happily as I got dressed, tilting my head to stare at his ass while he gathered up his things. “Quit staring at my ass, Ilya,” he said without turning around.
“But it’s staring at me,” I teased.
He laughed and turned to face me, stepping into his clothes before walking over and slipping his arm around my waist. “So…same time whenever, then, eh?”
“Whenever,” I said softly, smiling into his chiseled face. “I’ll call you…or, you know, yell at you in the hallway.”
He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hand gripping my back as his tongue slipped into my mouth. “Sounds good,” he said with a smile as we broke apart. “Now get the hell out of my arena.”
I gave him a mock glare and slipped past him out the door, narrowly avoiding a final slap to my ass as I returned to my team and he returned to his. I didn’t answer anyone’s questions when I returned but the sight of me with all four limbs and no bruises (at least not that they could see) seemed to satisfy my teammates, so no further questions were asked.
The bus ride to the hotel was bumpy and I was sore, but I could feel myself grinning with each jolt, the slight throbbing just reminding me that next time…we would be on my turf. Paybacks are hell, I thought to myself as I settled into my seat with a satisfied smile, exhausted and happy.