BIRTHDAY FIC FOR OVIELOVE
Title: Soundtrack of my Summer
Authors: geekintehpink and honeybee718
Pairing: Boyd Gordon (Washington Capitals) / Dennis Wideman (Boston Bruins)
Word Count: 2600
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: We don’t own these players, nor do we know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of our imaginations, our sick and twisted imaginations ;)
Author's Note: A birthday fic for ovielove, because she is the Moe to our Larry and Curly. The third Musketeer. Together, we rock this planet.
The flight had been brutal. Brutal, but all too necessary, because it had been far, far too long since I had seen his face, and the last time wasn't under the best of circumstances, seeing as how the end of the game that night had been ugly. But we were professionals and didn't hold grudges. Especially not that night in my hotel room as we lay entwined in the bedsheets, wishing that the season wasn't quite so long, so that we could see each other a bit sooner.
Even still, I was supposed to wait another week, but I couldn't. I had to see him now.
The weather was certainly a bit warmer than I had expected that day, as I discarded my jacket and made my way up the walk to the left side of the duplex he'd directed me to...admiring a bit the place that he lived, with each step I took. Everything about him was impressive. This was no exception. I wondered, inwardly, if this was a post-contract-signing buy, or if he was born into money enough to afford a place like this. If that was the case...nothing about him showed it. When I had taken him to see the town I had grown up in, he had been very quiet, but never made me feel like less of a person for it, which was...really, really nice. And more than I had expected.
I walked up the front steps, and from inside, I laughed at the sounds of Tim McGraw coming from the speakers. The sound reminded me of the time when we'd gone to my apartment after a game in Washington, and he'd commandeered my stereo, putting it on the local country station and, first off, making me want to tear my ears off and set them on fire, but then...he turned to me and smiled.
“You know what's funny? The first time we ever met..almost a year ago...this was playing...”
No one in my life had ever remembered so much about every single encounter I'd had with them. Until Dennis, anyway. He remembered everything, and always seemed to give me faith that everything in the world wasn't so bad.
Even then, the sound of his words in my mind brought as genuine a smile to my face as they had when he had said them that day. And when I reached my hand up to knock on the door, I prepared myself as best I could for the smile he would give in return...prepared my knees to share a consistency with Jell-O. As best I could, anyway. He wasn't expecting me for a week, no, but I knew he'd be happy to see me.
And...the door opened, and his face came into view...and that smile...Jesus H. Christ. That was the same smile he had given me in the bar in Boston that night...that had propelled me to buy a drink for him, and invite him back to my hotel room...and eventually fall into bed with him. When the guys found out, Laicher had laughed and called it sleeping with the enemy. Wouldn't leave me alone until Clarkie could see the annoyance on my face and told him to cram it before he made him. I knew right then that Clarkie knew how serious I was. That I was already head over heels for this guy.
And I hadn't looked back since. And that smile that he was giving me right then was reminding me exactly why.
“Boyd? I...didn't expect you for--”
I laughed at the genuine shock, and the look that his eyes were going to pop straight out of his head. “A week? I know...but...I couldn't wait...I was going crazy...” I told him.
He smiled and nodded his head, stepping out of the way to let you into his place. “Where's your stuff? You are staying here, right?”
I laughed and nodded, pointing back over my shoulder to my car. “We can bring it in later...” I said as I made my way quickly into his apartment. And...now we were alone together and...I didn't know how long I could wait before I totally mauled him. Because...having not seen him in...well...okay, it was only a month or so, but before that I'd been in overload, so now I was jonesing badly.
“Or tomorrow...” he said suggestively, biting his lip and winking.
I laughed. “Or tomorrow...” I ran my hand through my hair and rubbed the back of my neck nervously. Why was I nervous? This was Dennis...he never made me nervous.
However...he wasn't nervous in the slightest...because as soon as his door swung shut, he closed the gap between us and wrapped his arms around me, locking our eyes. “I have been thinking about you ever since you got on that plane...”
I laughed a little. “I called you every night...”
He laughed, and I decided that his breath on my face is almost like a narcotic. Warm and intoxicating, and almost impossible to get enough of. “I know,” he said, pausing to catch my lips briefly, then shrugging his shoulders. “But you can't tell me that phone sex and your own hand feels quite like this...” he said as he backed me into the wall, pressing his hips tightly into mine and even though I had been...well, as unaroused as was possible when Dennis was there...that wasn't the case anymore.
I let out another soft laugh and nodded in agreement with him. “And we're not even half naked yet...” I said, bringing my hands up to run over the top of his head. “Hey Dennis? I'm not gonna kiss you until you promise me something...” I bit my lip and looked up at the emptiness where his hair used to be.
“Anything...” he said softly...and in that moment, I realized exactly how important he was to me.
I jutted my lower lip out playfully and showed him that I was only kidding with the look in my eyes. “Next time there's a charity thing where you have to cut off your hair, please ask someone else if they can do it...and only do it if they won't...” I joked.
He laughed aloud. “Deal...” he said, not allowing me to get another word out. Instead, he smothered my lips with his and pressed his hips to mine again...and...god. It was just like I remembered. “Boyd, I missed you so much...” he told me when our lips broke.
I smiled and ran my hands down his back, underneath his shirt to pull it over his shoulders, casting it to the floor. He should never be allowed to wear a shirt. “Missed you, too. I've been thinking about you, too...and God...I want you so bad...please don't make me wait anymore,” I whispered.
“You don't ever have to beg me...” he told me, taking my hands and guiding me over to his couch. Which was good, because I didn't have the patience to go all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom. His knees met with the couch, and we both tumbled down, me onto him, bringing an 'oomph' from him as the air was knocked from his lungs.
“You okay?” I asked him softly, taking most of my weight from him, but as soon as I'd sat up, he pulled me back down and nodded.
“I'm fine...this is a good kind of crushed...” he joked, spreading his legs and letting one fall from the couch, while the other bent so that his knee was pointing at the ceiling, and leaning against the back of the couch.
“Or...I will be as soon as you're wearing a bit fewer clothes...”
I laughed and saluted him, grabbing hold of the hem of my shirt and pulling it off, casting it to the floor as well, and leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. The feeling of our chests brushing together was electric, and it made me realize that no matter how much I thought I'd missed him...I was wrong and it was blown way out of the water by the true realization. “You're so beautiful...”
“You too...” he whispered and nuzzled my nose against his, as my hands felt across the expanse of his chest, the hard muscles under the soft skin making me grow harder in my pants as I lay between his legs.
Maybe we should rectify this situation…
My fingers fumbled with his belt, while my lips came down to his neck and I started sucking softly at the somewhat stubbly skin I found there. It scratched and burned my lips a little, but it was a good burn. And I knew how much he enjoyed it, if the soft moans that were coming out of his mouth were any indication.
I slid his belt out of the loops and tossed it aside, hearing a clatter and looking over my shoulder, “Oops…” I murmured, as Dennis’ fingers found my chin and directed me back towards his mouth.
“Don’t worry about it…” he said with a chuckle, kissing me again.
Well if he insisted. My cheeks still burned a little with embarrassment but that didn’t stop me from getting my hands on his zipper and starting to work his jeans down. I wanted in there and I wanted in there now.
My lips returned to his as I eagerly explored his mouth, refamiliarizing myself with everything. Yep, still tasted like Dennis. A taste I’d missed and looked forward to having again. I had pushed his jeans mid way down his thighs when he started wiggling out of them to help me, kicking them off to the side when they got down to his feet. His own hands worked eagerly on the zipper of my pants as I grinned and attacked his lips a little more hungrily.
Soon we were both in just our boxers, grinding impatiently against one another as our lips and tongues fought against each other. Still, I didn’t come all this way just to dry hump his leg.
“I want you Dennis…” I repeated huskily, biting down lightly on his shoulder, and feeling him shiver slightly in anticipation underneath of me.
“Then take me…” he challenged, smirking back at me with a mischievous glint in his eye, grinding up against me to emphasize his point.
I groaned at the added friction and quickly pulled down his boxers, as his hands helped me take off mine. He grabbed my hand when we were done and took my fingers into his mouth, sucking a little more than was necessary on them, swirling his tongue along my fingertips and making me moan just thinking about what that tongue could do to my cock, in fact what it had done to my cock before.
Letting my hand come down between his legs, I worked a finger up into him, using my other hand to stroke his cock and take his mind off of things. His lips found mine again and if it were possible to melt because of a kiss, I would be a puddle of Boyd goo right now.
When his body seemed adjusted, I added another finger, beginning to stretch carefully and stroking along with my hand to the thrusts of my fingers, searching around for that one spot. When he gasped into my mouth I knew that I’d found it and I smirked as I pushed the sensitive gland again, feeling him shudder with pleasure underneath of me before adding another finger all the way inside of him.
I hadn’t even been at it for too long before Dennis’ hands were coming between us pulling on my arm to extract my fingers, “Want you Boyd…” he murmured into my ear, and I had to suppress a moan with the lust I heard in his voice.
I worked my hand up and down my own cock a few times, smearing the pre-cum to make it easier for him, using some of his own pre-cum from my other hand to slick me up in place of lubricant, before positioning myself between his legs. I pushed in slowly but steadily trying to avoid too much pain on his end, but he surprised me by pushing back against me until I found myself totally surrounded by his warmth and crying out at the feeling of it.
As I waited for him to relax, I attended to his lips as we kissed softly and tenderly in comparison to our earlier ravaging of one another’s mouths. Hands roamed up and down each other’s bodies freely and I felt his legs wrap around my waist, indicating that he was ready as that pulled me even further into him.
That was really all I needed as I started to rock my hips into him and I felt him rocking his hips back into mine to meet me at each thrust. It started out slow as did the soft kissing that was continued on, but as our orgasms started building in us so did our desire to see each other pushed over the edge. And after all… it had been a long fucking month.
The thrusts sped up and our kisses were reduced to just panting in one another’s ears as we attempted to catch our breaths, but were as of yet unsuccessful.
“Oh god Dennis…” I moaned as he pushed back against me, resting my forehead against his shoulder, placing kisses to his chest every once and awhile when my brain would allow for that much thought.
“Fuck Boyd! Harder!” Dennis cried out as I hit that spot inside of him again, pumping myself into him even harder as requested. I had enough sense to bring my hand down and start stroking him off with my thrusting when I felt his muscles beginning to tighten up in preparation for his release.
Our heated coupling went on a little longer before I felt his warm release dribbling down onto my fingers, continuing to stroke him through the aftershocks even as my own impending orgasm was building in me.
He squeezed his muscles around me and that’s all she wrote… I was coming so hard that I was seeing stars and next thing I knew, I was lying on his chest as his fingers stroked through my hair lazily. God, there surely was no greater feeling than this…
“Wow…”
“Yeah…”
“Wow…”
“Um… did your brain short circuit or something?” he asked me with a grin.
“I think it might have…” I said with a laugh.
“Is that a common reaction after we do this?” he asked, that same, impish smile on his face that never ceased to make me into a useless puddle of goo.
“Dennis, that's a common reaction every time you do anything...” I corrected him, leaning my head against his shoulder and relishing the fact that we both could just be here. No worries about teammate distractions or angry coaches...just together.
Dennis laughed. “Same goes to you...hey Boyd?” he smoothed a hand over my hair.
“Hm?” I looked up at him.
“I'm glad you showed up early...”
I smirked and stole a quick kiss to his lips, taking advantage of the positioning of my neck. “Me too, baby.”
The next three weeks...just Dennis and I at his place? And then he came to mine for another two? Yeah, I think I could do that.
Authors: geekintehpink and honeybee718
Pairing: Boyd Gordon (Washington Capitals) / Dennis Wideman (Boston Bruins)
Word Count: 2600
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: We don’t own these players, nor do we know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of our imaginations, our sick and twisted imaginations ;)
Author's Note: A birthday fic for ovielove, because she is the Moe to our Larry and Curly. The third Musketeer. Together, we rock this planet.
The flight had been brutal. Brutal, but all too necessary, because it had been far, far too long since I had seen his face, and the last time wasn't under the best of circumstances, seeing as how the end of the game that night had been ugly. But we were professionals and didn't hold grudges. Especially not that night in my hotel room as we lay entwined in the bedsheets, wishing that the season wasn't quite so long, so that we could see each other a bit sooner.
Even still, I was supposed to wait another week, but I couldn't. I had to see him now.
The weather was certainly a bit warmer than I had expected that day, as I discarded my jacket and made my way up the walk to the left side of the duplex he'd directed me to...admiring a bit the place that he lived, with each step I took. Everything about him was impressive. This was no exception. I wondered, inwardly, if this was a post-contract-signing buy, or if he was born into money enough to afford a place like this. If that was the case...nothing about him showed it. When I had taken him to see the town I had grown up in, he had been very quiet, but never made me feel like less of a person for it, which was...really, really nice. And more than I had expected.
I walked up the front steps, and from inside, I laughed at the sounds of Tim McGraw coming from the speakers. The sound reminded me of the time when we'd gone to my apartment after a game in Washington, and he'd commandeered my stereo, putting it on the local country station and, first off, making me want to tear my ears off and set them on fire, but then...he turned to me and smiled.
“You know what's funny? The first time we ever met..almost a year ago...this was playing...”
No one in my life had ever remembered so much about every single encounter I'd had with them. Until Dennis, anyway. He remembered everything, and always seemed to give me faith that everything in the world wasn't so bad.
Even then, the sound of his words in my mind brought as genuine a smile to my face as they had when he had said them that day. And when I reached my hand up to knock on the door, I prepared myself as best I could for the smile he would give in return...prepared my knees to share a consistency with Jell-O. As best I could, anyway. He wasn't expecting me for a week, no, but I knew he'd be happy to see me.
And...the door opened, and his face came into view...and that smile...Jesus H. Christ. That was the same smile he had given me in the bar in Boston that night...that had propelled me to buy a drink for him, and invite him back to my hotel room...and eventually fall into bed with him. When the guys found out, Laicher had laughed and called it sleeping with the enemy. Wouldn't leave me alone until Clarkie could see the annoyance on my face and told him to cram it before he made him. I knew right then that Clarkie knew how serious I was. That I was already head over heels for this guy.
And I hadn't looked back since. And that smile that he was giving me right then was reminding me exactly why.
“Boyd? I...didn't expect you for--”
I laughed at the genuine shock, and the look that his eyes were going to pop straight out of his head. “A week? I know...but...I couldn't wait...I was going crazy...” I told him.
He smiled and nodded his head, stepping out of the way to let you into his place. “Where's your stuff? You are staying here, right?”
I laughed and nodded, pointing back over my shoulder to my car. “We can bring it in later...” I said as I made my way quickly into his apartment. And...now we were alone together and...I didn't know how long I could wait before I totally mauled him. Because...having not seen him in...well...okay, it was only a month or so, but before that I'd been in overload, so now I was jonesing badly.
“Or tomorrow...” he said suggestively, biting his lip and winking.
I laughed. “Or tomorrow...” I ran my hand through my hair and rubbed the back of my neck nervously. Why was I nervous? This was Dennis...he never made me nervous.
However...he wasn't nervous in the slightest...because as soon as his door swung shut, he closed the gap between us and wrapped his arms around me, locking our eyes. “I have been thinking about you ever since you got on that plane...”
I laughed a little. “I called you every night...”
He laughed, and I decided that his breath on my face is almost like a narcotic. Warm and intoxicating, and almost impossible to get enough of. “I know,” he said, pausing to catch my lips briefly, then shrugging his shoulders. “But you can't tell me that phone sex and your own hand feels quite like this...” he said as he backed me into the wall, pressing his hips tightly into mine and even though I had been...well, as unaroused as was possible when Dennis was there...that wasn't the case anymore.
I let out another soft laugh and nodded in agreement with him. “And we're not even half naked yet...” I said, bringing my hands up to run over the top of his head. “Hey Dennis? I'm not gonna kiss you until you promise me something...” I bit my lip and looked up at the emptiness where his hair used to be.
“Anything...” he said softly...and in that moment, I realized exactly how important he was to me.
I jutted my lower lip out playfully and showed him that I was only kidding with the look in my eyes. “Next time there's a charity thing where you have to cut off your hair, please ask someone else if they can do it...and only do it if they won't...” I joked.
He laughed aloud. “Deal...” he said, not allowing me to get another word out. Instead, he smothered my lips with his and pressed his hips to mine again...and...god. It was just like I remembered. “Boyd, I missed you so much...” he told me when our lips broke.
I smiled and ran my hands down his back, underneath his shirt to pull it over his shoulders, casting it to the floor. He should never be allowed to wear a shirt. “Missed you, too. I've been thinking about you, too...and God...I want you so bad...please don't make me wait anymore,” I whispered.
“You don't ever have to beg me...” he told me, taking my hands and guiding me over to his couch. Which was good, because I didn't have the patience to go all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom. His knees met with the couch, and we both tumbled down, me onto him, bringing an 'oomph' from him as the air was knocked from his lungs.
“You okay?” I asked him softly, taking most of my weight from him, but as soon as I'd sat up, he pulled me back down and nodded.
“I'm fine...this is a good kind of crushed...” he joked, spreading his legs and letting one fall from the couch, while the other bent so that his knee was pointing at the ceiling, and leaning against the back of the couch.
“Or...I will be as soon as you're wearing a bit fewer clothes...”
I laughed and saluted him, grabbing hold of the hem of my shirt and pulling it off, casting it to the floor as well, and leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. The feeling of our chests brushing together was electric, and it made me realize that no matter how much I thought I'd missed him...I was wrong and it was blown way out of the water by the true realization. “You're so beautiful...”
“You too...” he whispered and nuzzled my nose against his, as my hands felt across the expanse of his chest, the hard muscles under the soft skin making me grow harder in my pants as I lay between his legs.
Maybe we should rectify this situation…
My fingers fumbled with his belt, while my lips came down to his neck and I started sucking softly at the somewhat stubbly skin I found there. It scratched and burned my lips a little, but it was a good burn. And I knew how much he enjoyed it, if the soft moans that were coming out of his mouth were any indication.
I slid his belt out of the loops and tossed it aside, hearing a clatter and looking over my shoulder, “Oops…” I murmured, as Dennis’ fingers found my chin and directed me back towards his mouth.
“Don’t worry about it…” he said with a chuckle, kissing me again.
Well if he insisted. My cheeks still burned a little with embarrassment but that didn’t stop me from getting my hands on his zipper and starting to work his jeans down. I wanted in there and I wanted in there now.
My lips returned to his as I eagerly explored his mouth, refamiliarizing myself with everything. Yep, still tasted like Dennis. A taste I’d missed and looked forward to having again. I had pushed his jeans mid way down his thighs when he started wiggling out of them to help me, kicking them off to the side when they got down to his feet. His own hands worked eagerly on the zipper of my pants as I grinned and attacked his lips a little more hungrily.
Soon we were both in just our boxers, grinding impatiently against one another as our lips and tongues fought against each other. Still, I didn’t come all this way just to dry hump his leg.
“I want you Dennis…” I repeated huskily, biting down lightly on his shoulder, and feeling him shiver slightly in anticipation underneath of me.
“Then take me…” he challenged, smirking back at me with a mischievous glint in his eye, grinding up against me to emphasize his point.
I groaned at the added friction and quickly pulled down his boxers, as his hands helped me take off mine. He grabbed my hand when we were done and took my fingers into his mouth, sucking a little more than was necessary on them, swirling his tongue along my fingertips and making me moan just thinking about what that tongue could do to my cock, in fact what it had done to my cock before.
Letting my hand come down between his legs, I worked a finger up into him, using my other hand to stroke his cock and take his mind off of things. His lips found mine again and if it were possible to melt because of a kiss, I would be a puddle of Boyd goo right now.
When his body seemed adjusted, I added another finger, beginning to stretch carefully and stroking along with my hand to the thrusts of my fingers, searching around for that one spot. When he gasped into my mouth I knew that I’d found it and I smirked as I pushed the sensitive gland again, feeling him shudder with pleasure underneath of me before adding another finger all the way inside of him.
I hadn’t even been at it for too long before Dennis’ hands were coming between us pulling on my arm to extract my fingers, “Want you Boyd…” he murmured into my ear, and I had to suppress a moan with the lust I heard in his voice.
I worked my hand up and down my own cock a few times, smearing the pre-cum to make it easier for him, using some of his own pre-cum from my other hand to slick me up in place of lubricant, before positioning myself between his legs. I pushed in slowly but steadily trying to avoid too much pain on his end, but he surprised me by pushing back against me until I found myself totally surrounded by his warmth and crying out at the feeling of it.
As I waited for him to relax, I attended to his lips as we kissed softly and tenderly in comparison to our earlier ravaging of one another’s mouths. Hands roamed up and down each other’s bodies freely and I felt his legs wrap around my waist, indicating that he was ready as that pulled me even further into him.
That was really all I needed as I started to rock my hips into him and I felt him rocking his hips back into mine to meet me at each thrust. It started out slow as did the soft kissing that was continued on, but as our orgasms started building in us so did our desire to see each other pushed over the edge. And after all… it had been a long fucking month.
The thrusts sped up and our kisses were reduced to just panting in one another’s ears as we attempted to catch our breaths, but were as of yet unsuccessful.
“Oh god Dennis…” I moaned as he pushed back against me, resting my forehead against his shoulder, placing kisses to his chest every once and awhile when my brain would allow for that much thought.
“Fuck Boyd! Harder!” Dennis cried out as I hit that spot inside of him again, pumping myself into him even harder as requested. I had enough sense to bring my hand down and start stroking him off with my thrusting when I felt his muscles beginning to tighten up in preparation for his release.
Our heated coupling went on a little longer before I felt his warm release dribbling down onto my fingers, continuing to stroke him through the aftershocks even as my own impending orgasm was building in me.
He squeezed his muscles around me and that’s all she wrote… I was coming so hard that I was seeing stars and next thing I knew, I was lying on his chest as his fingers stroked through my hair lazily. God, there surely was no greater feeling than this…
“Wow…”
“Yeah…”
“Wow…”
“Um… did your brain short circuit or something?” he asked me with a grin.
“I think it might have…” I said with a laugh.
“Is that a common reaction after we do this?” he asked, that same, impish smile on his face that never ceased to make me into a useless puddle of goo.
“Dennis, that's a common reaction every time you do anything...” I corrected him, leaning my head against his shoulder and relishing the fact that we both could just be here. No worries about teammate distractions or angry coaches...just together.
Dennis laughed. “Same goes to you...hey Boyd?” he smoothed a hand over my hair.
“Hm?” I looked up at him.
“I'm glad you showed up early...”
I smirked and stole a quick kiss to his lips, taking advantage of the positioning of my neck. “Me too, baby.”
The next three weeks...just Dennis and I at his place? And then he came to mine for another two? Yeah, I think I could do that.