First Slash
Hey there. I've been commenting around here for a while and reading for a lot longer, but this is my first shot at slash. Comments would be much loved, but be nice! Haha, kidding. Give me the truth.
Title: Bachelor Party
Author: estes_vig_girl
Rating: NC-17
Words: 878 (One-Shot)
Disclaimer: This is all a product of my twisted imagination...I only wish this were true.
Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Jordan Staal
Description: Sidney and Jordan have an encounter at a bachelor party. (So descriptive, I know)
A/N: This is based off of Eric Staal's bachelor party, in which the Staal brothers were arrested...as we all know. Oh, and in my little hockey world, Brindle is Rod Brind'amour. Who knows if anyone else calls him this, but I do.
"Why the Hell would your brother invite me to his bachelor party? I thought the only hockey guys going were guys like Brindle."
"Yea, he's not going full out NHL party, but it doesn't matter because I'm inviting you, he's not." Jordan traced lines down Sidney's bare chest.
Sid shook his head. "Nah. I don't want to just show up at his party."
Jordan brushed his lips along Sid's jaw. "C'mon. It'll be fun, eh? We'll get drunk and have a grand old time. For me?"
"Fine. For you." Sid grabbed Jordan's chin and brusquely kissed him.
~~~
The beer and rum and Cokes flowed freely in the Minnesota house. No one cared that Sid showed up, but who would?
The party was getting wild and loud, so Sid snuck outside for a breath of head-clearing air. He was leaned up against the railing when a tap on the shoulder bolted him erect. Sid turned to be looking in the bleary eyes of Jordan.
"Hay, Sid. Wha'd'ya say we find s'mplace to be 'lone?"
The significantly more coherent Sid pushed Jordan back a bit. "No, Jordan. You're drunk. Off your ass. Talk to me when we get back to Pittsburgh."
"Aww, c'mon Sid-ey. It'll b'fun." Jordan batted Sid's shoulder.
"Tell 'ya what, Jordan. You go into the bedroom by the bathroom, take a nap, and I'll meet you there."
Jordan drunkenly sauntered off.
Sid began speaking to himself aloud, looking out over the water and taking a swig of beer. "Let him sit there for a bit, sober up a little. Maybe he'll come to his senses. Shit, what if he doesn't? We've never...I've never...has he...fuck"
Sid took a few hours to finish off two more beers and chase them down with a shot of tequila. Discreetly, he stepped into the awaiting bedroom.
Jordan was sitting on the end of the bed, calm. To Sid, he seemed less drunk...or maybe just more together.
Sid cleared his throat. "Jordan?"
"Yea, Sid?" Jordan was definitely more understandable than in the hour before.
"I've...I've never...but I want to." Sid dropped his eyes to the ground, ashamed.
"Yea, I know. It's easy. You'll like it." Jordan grabbed Sid's shirt and pulled him over.
Jordan sat Sidney down and placed a large strong hand on the growing bulge in his jeans. A few swift kneads were all it took to get Sid moaning. Jordan unzipped the fly and slid his hand straight to the skin. He toyed with the soft fuzz before beginning to stroke Sid's cock.
"More. I want more, Jor..." Sid was panting.
Jordan dropped to his knees and pulled Sid's jeans and boxers just low enough to free Sid's dampening cock. Jordan's tongue teased Sid's head. Slowly, bit by bit, Jordan moved farther down the shaft, sucking and swirling his tongue heartily. Sid squirmed beneath Jordan and begged him to let him come. Upon the utterance of this word, Jordan pulled away and grabbed a small bottle of lube from his now absent pocket.
Jordan's fingers were slicked. "Sid, get down here. On your knees facing the bed, arms on it."
Sid obliged, presenting his tight ass to Jordan. Jordan's finger pressed oh-so lightly against the small pucker. As Sid's thighs relaxed, Jordan slipped a lone finger inside. Sid gasped from the sensation but unconsciously pushed towards Jordan. Jordan added a second finger, careful not to hurt his partner. Sid began to relax and Jordan spread his finger, preparing the older "kid" in front of him.
Jordan removed his fingers and positioned his cock against Sid's entrance. "Ready?"
Sid could only whimper and give a faint nod. Jordan placed a hand around Sid's cock, feeling it throbbing.
With all the tenderness possible, Jordan pushed into Sid. Sid cried out in pain but immediately followed with instructions not to stop. Once again, Sid relaxed and Jordan thrust against him a little faster. Jordan fondled Sid's balls to keep him close to coming.
Jordan muttered under his breath. "God. He's so tight. I'm going to come in an instant."
As the pace increased, the moans and cries emanating from Jordan and Sid grew louder. Jordan felt that familiar heat in the pit of his stomach and squeezed Sid's cock hard as they came nearly together. Jordan filled Sid and they collapsed against the bed, calling out in pleasure. The two men fondled each other, drawing noisy moans from the other.
They never noticed the sounds of the party had died out until a sharp rap on the door. Frozen in shock, neither Sid nor Jordan answered the knock.
A voice followed another pounding. "Police. We know you're in there."
Jordan, now more comprehending than the wide-eyed Sidney, thought fast and forced Sid under the bed, a tight fit indeed. "Hold on, just a sec."
Jordan opened the door in a bathrobe. The officer outside the door explained the complaints before asking the inevitable question. "What the fuck were you doing in there?"
Jordan gestured to the TV and then down to his crotch. "Got a little caught up in it, I guess."
The cop gave Jordan a disbelieving look but shook his head as if shaking off an absurd thought. "Come with me, sir."
And the rest, as they say, is history.
Title: Bachelor Party
Author: estes_vig_girl
Rating: NC-17
Words: 878 (One-Shot)
Disclaimer: This is all a product of my twisted imagination...I only wish this were true.
Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Jordan Staal
Description: Sidney and Jordan have an encounter at a bachelor party. (So descriptive, I know)
A/N: This is based off of Eric Staal's bachelor party, in which the Staal brothers were arrested...as we all know. Oh, and in my little hockey world, Brindle is Rod Brind'amour. Who knows if anyone else calls him this, but I do.
"Why the Hell would your brother invite me to his bachelor party? I thought the only hockey guys going were guys like Brindle."
"Yea, he's not going full out NHL party, but it doesn't matter because I'm inviting you, he's not." Jordan traced lines down Sidney's bare chest.
Sid shook his head. "Nah. I don't want to just show up at his party."
Jordan brushed his lips along Sid's jaw. "C'mon. It'll be fun, eh? We'll get drunk and have a grand old time. For me?"
"Fine. For you." Sid grabbed Jordan's chin and brusquely kissed him.
~~~
The beer and rum and Cokes flowed freely in the Minnesota house. No one cared that Sid showed up, but who would?
The party was getting wild and loud, so Sid snuck outside for a breath of head-clearing air. He was leaned up against the railing when a tap on the shoulder bolted him erect. Sid turned to be looking in the bleary eyes of Jordan.
"Hay, Sid. Wha'd'ya say we find s'mplace to be 'lone?"
The significantly more coherent Sid pushed Jordan back a bit. "No, Jordan. You're drunk. Off your ass. Talk to me when we get back to Pittsburgh."
"Aww, c'mon Sid-ey. It'll b'fun." Jordan batted Sid's shoulder.
"Tell 'ya what, Jordan. You go into the bedroom by the bathroom, take a nap, and I'll meet you there."
Jordan drunkenly sauntered off.
Sid began speaking to himself aloud, looking out over the water and taking a swig of beer. "Let him sit there for a bit, sober up a little. Maybe he'll come to his senses. Shit, what if he doesn't? We've never...I've never...has he...fuck"
Sid took a few hours to finish off two more beers and chase them down with a shot of tequila. Discreetly, he stepped into the awaiting bedroom.
Jordan was sitting on the end of the bed, calm. To Sid, he seemed less drunk...or maybe just more together.
Sid cleared his throat. "Jordan?"
"Yea, Sid?" Jordan was definitely more understandable than in the hour before.
"I've...I've never...but I want to." Sid dropped his eyes to the ground, ashamed.
"Yea, I know. It's easy. You'll like it." Jordan grabbed Sid's shirt and pulled him over.
Jordan sat Sidney down and placed a large strong hand on the growing bulge in his jeans. A few swift kneads were all it took to get Sid moaning. Jordan unzipped the fly and slid his hand straight to the skin. He toyed with the soft fuzz before beginning to stroke Sid's cock.
"More. I want more, Jor..." Sid was panting.
Jordan dropped to his knees and pulled Sid's jeans and boxers just low enough to free Sid's dampening cock. Jordan's tongue teased Sid's head. Slowly, bit by bit, Jordan moved farther down the shaft, sucking and swirling his tongue heartily. Sid squirmed beneath Jordan and begged him to let him come. Upon the utterance of this word, Jordan pulled away and grabbed a small bottle of lube from his now absent pocket.
Jordan's fingers were slicked. "Sid, get down here. On your knees facing the bed, arms on it."
Sid obliged, presenting his tight ass to Jordan. Jordan's finger pressed oh-so lightly against the small pucker. As Sid's thighs relaxed, Jordan slipped a lone finger inside. Sid gasped from the sensation but unconsciously pushed towards Jordan. Jordan added a second finger, careful not to hurt his partner. Sid began to relax and Jordan spread his finger, preparing the older "kid" in front of him.
Jordan removed his fingers and positioned his cock against Sid's entrance. "Ready?"
Sid could only whimper and give a faint nod. Jordan placed a hand around Sid's cock, feeling it throbbing.
With all the tenderness possible, Jordan pushed into Sid. Sid cried out in pain but immediately followed with instructions not to stop. Once again, Sid relaxed and Jordan thrust against him a little faster. Jordan fondled Sid's balls to keep him close to coming.
Jordan muttered under his breath. "God. He's so tight. I'm going to come in an instant."
As the pace increased, the moans and cries emanating from Jordan and Sid grew louder. Jordan felt that familiar heat in the pit of his stomach and squeezed Sid's cock hard as they came nearly together. Jordan filled Sid and they collapsed against the bed, calling out in pleasure. The two men fondled each other, drawing noisy moans from the other.
They never noticed the sounds of the party had died out until a sharp rap on the door. Frozen in shock, neither Sid nor Jordan answered the knock.
A voice followed another pounding. "Police. We know you're in there."
Jordan, now more comprehending than the wide-eyed Sidney, thought fast and forced Sid under the bed, a tight fit indeed. "Hold on, just a sec."
Jordan opened the door in a bathrobe. The officer outside the door explained the complaints before asking the inevitable question. "What the fuck were you doing in there?"
Jordan gestured to the TV and then down to his crotch. "Got a little caught up in it, I guess."
The cop gave Jordan a disbelieving look but shook his head as if shaking off an absurd thought. "Come with me, sir."
And the rest, as they say, is history.