First Impressions (OneShot)
Title: First Impressions (OneShot)
Pairing: Wojtek Wolski/Paul Stastny
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It's not real. Oh how I wish it were, but alas, it is only a figment of my imagination.
A/N: Rookie Training Camp 2006. Wolski's POV. As always, comments and concrit greatly appreciated. It's not great to me, but I'd like to hear what others think...as with all writers.
I was stripped in the showers, ridding myself of a random hard on, when I caught him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. Not that I blame him. Guys usually don't get cocky enough at rookie camp to have to relieve themselves in the showers. Plus, I had to admit I was looking around too.
That pit of heat in my stomach ceased as a temper rose in me. Who was he to look at me like that? He's just a local college kid with a pedigree. A good player, no doubt, but that doesn't matter. I had NHL experience. The closest he came was shinny with his family, including a horrid fourth liner.
Still, I couldn't stop myself from wondering what it would be like with him. He was obviously curious. I found myself thinking about his past experiences. He was, after all, real close with his college goalie. And we all know how goalies are.
The locker room emptied and I approached the collegiate in the corner of the showers, half-erect.
Paul's no ordinary player. He's got his dad's genes without question. The spite I had felt dispersed that day.
"Wooly?" Paul was a bit leery of my straightforward approach.
"I saw you looking at me, Paul." I held a gruff of contempt in my voice despite the lusting boy inside me calling out.
"Umm...I...umm...uhh..."
I grabbed his cock, relishing the shudder I sent coursing through his body. "Is this what you wanted?"
Stunned, Paul merely nodded almost imperceptibly. I stroked his shaft, teasing the head with my thumb and growing harder myself upon seeing Paul's eyes rolled back in pleasure. I took him in my hand with more force, drawing a subtle moan from Paul's lips. The harder and faster I tugged, the louder the moans grew. I found myself struggling to resist my own orgasm. Paul came, hot on my hand. I drew up my hand and lapped at the sticky liquid.
Paul stammered something about wanting to repay me. He dropped to his knees without a word from me and took my whole length in his mouth. I gasped at the moist heat and threw my back against the wall to keep from collapsing. My knees were jelly. Paul grazed his teeth along my skin, toying with my balls, bringing me periously close to the edge only to bring me down only to send me back up again. Boy, could that kid suck cock. I could have fucked his pretty mouth for hours and never grown tired of it. His tongue made just the right circles, pressing firmly against that sweet spot at the base of my shaft. Finally, I couldn't stand the strain. I laced my fingers through Paul's stick-straight hair and pulled him roughly towards me, arching at him in turn. I came in short spurts pent up from the ordeal. I filled his mouth easily, but Paul contintued to drink me and suck on my cock hard until I was bone dry.
Paul's no ordinary lover. He's got the passion of a tiger and a ferocious attitude in bed to boot...a true dominating lover, such a shift from that first time. But most importantly, Paul's my lover.
Pairing: Wojtek Wolski/Paul Stastny
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It's not real. Oh how I wish it were, but alas, it is only a figment of my imagination.
A/N: Rookie Training Camp 2006. Wolski's POV. As always, comments and concrit greatly appreciated. It's not great to me, but I'd like to hear what others think...as with all writers.
I was stripped in the showers, ridding myself of a random hard on, when I caught him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. Not that I blame him. Guys usually don't get cocky enough at rookie camp to have to relieve themselves in the showers. Plus, I had to admit I was looking around too.
That pit of heat in my stomach ceased as a temper rose in me. Who was he to look at me like that? He's just a local college kid with a pedigree. A good player, no doubt, but that doesn't matter. I had NHL experience. The closest he came was shinny with his family, including a horrid fourth liner.
Still, I couldn't stop myself from wondering what it would be like with him. He was obviously curious. I found myself thinking about his past experiences. He was, after all, real close with his college goalie. And we all know how goalies are.
The locker room emptied and I approached the collegiate in the corner of the showers, half-erect.
Paul's no ordinary player. He's got his dad's genes without question. The spite I had felt dispersed that day.
"Wooly?" Paul was a bit leery of my straightforward approach.
"I saw you looking at me, Paul." I held a gruff of contempt in my voice despite the lusting boy inside me calling out.
"Umm...I...umm...uhh..."
I grabbed his cock, relishing the shudder I sent coursing through his body. "Is this what you wanted?"
Stunned, Paul merely nodded almost imperceptibly. I stroked his shaft, teasing the head with my thumb and growing harder myself upon seeing Paul's eyes rolled back in pleasure. I took him in my hand with more force, drawing a subtle moan from Paul's lips. The harder and faster I tugged, the louder the moans grew. I found myself struggling to resist my own orgasm. Paul came, hot on my hand. I drew up my hand and lapped at the sticky liquid.
Paul stammered something about wanting to repay me. He dropped to his knees without a word from me and took my whole length in his mouth. I gasped at the moist heat and threw my back against the wall to keep from collapsing. My knees were jelly. Paul grazed his teeth along my skin, toying with my balls, bringing me periously close to the edge only to bring me down only to send me back up again. Boy, could that kid suck cock. I could have fucked his pretty mouth for hours and never grown tired of it. His tongue made just the right circles, pressing firmly against that sweet spot at the base of my shaft. Finally, I couldn't stand the strain. I laced my fingers through Paul's stick-straight hair and pulled him roughly towards me, arching at him in turn. I came in short spurts pent up from the ordeal. I filled his mouth easily, but Paul contintued to drink me and suck on my cock hard until I was bone dry.
Paul's no ordinary lover. He's got the passion of a tiger and a ferocious attitude in bed to boot...a true dominating lover, such a shift from that first time. But most importantly, Paul's my lover.