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Title: New Sensations (God, I hate the title is it too late to change it?)
Chapter: 3/4 (I think)
Pairings/characters: This chapter is pretty much all Danny/Marty with mentions of past Danny/Ryan Miller and a future mé·nage à trois with Mike Richards
Ratings: Mature
Warnings: Unbeta'd - although I did edit/re-edit a bunch of times.
Disclaimer: Not real - never happened
Summary: Danny asks Marty how he would feel about a mé·nage à trois with Richie. This chapter is mainly from Danny's POV.
Author's Notes: I thought I'd take a break from Richie's POV and have it be from Danny's. Thanks to everyone who has left feedback. It really has motivated me to write more and made me a happy writer :) The next chapter might take a little bit longer because it will besmutty (very) and I probably shouldn't write it at work. ; )
The day had truly been a bizarre one and nothing turned out the way he expected. Losing wasn’t a total shock. He had been playing hockey long enough to not be surprised when his team lost. No one on the team expected it but they knew pulling out a win on the Pens home ice would be difficult if not damn near impossible. But, they still thought they could win. This team had done the already impossible by making it to the Conference Finals. No, the surprise had been getting their asses kicked so bad by the Pens. That just wasn’t this team. The Flyers had way more heart than they showed today. The most disappointing thing was that this year was supposed to be different. No one outside of Philadelphia had given them half a chance since they made the playoffs but he always believed that they make it to the finals. In the end, it was the same as last year. They lost in the Conference Finals and he had to watch the other team celebrate. Well, at least they had saved the Philly fans from having it happen on their home ice.
The bus ride wasn’t much better. No one was talking and the air was heavy with the team’s disappointment, despair, and pain. He was beginning to think the trip would never end. But, then he caught Mike looking. Now that had made things interesting. At first, he thought it was an accident, maybe Mike’s eyes were wandering out of boredom. He really didn’t mean to stare at them, did he? But, after a few moments, Danny could not only feel the heat in Mike’s eyes, he could see his desire. There was nothing accidental or innocent about the way he was watching them.
The problem now was that he couldn’t stop thinking about fucking him. He wanted to ask Marty how he would feel about including Richie to join them in a mé·nage à troisbut wasn’t sure if he should wait. Marty was still recovering from losing the game. Out of anyone on the team, losing that way was probably hardest on him. Maybe now wasn’t the best time to bring up Mike. But, if he waited… everyone would go to their summer homes, vacations, and begin their off-season training. They probably wouldn’t even see Richie until October and by then it would be too late. Things would be back to normal, they would put up their emotional walls, and both of them would act like nothing happened. They might not even remember the bus ride or the conversation in the parking lot. No, if anything was going to happen, it had to be in the next few days.
“Danny, Danny?” The goaltender punched him playfully in the arm.
“Huh?” He asked. “Damn it, Marty. That hurt.” He said rubbing his shoulder and looking at Marty, who next to him on the bed. He was flicking through the channels on the remote, carefully avoiding any sports channels. The goaltender was already back in his typical jovial mood.
“C’mon, Danny. I didn’t hit you that hard. You didn’t answer me.”
“Oh sorry, Marty. Did you say something?" Danny asked. "I was just thinking.”
“Come here, I need you.” he said, pulling Danny into his arms. He kissed him softly on the lips and ran his fingers through the back of Danny’s soft hair. “Mmm… you smell so good.”
“Yeah? You too.” Danny answered, still distracted by this thoughts. “Hey Marty, did you see Richie today? Do you know he was watching us in the parking lot?”
“He was? I was wondering what was going between you two. If I didn’t know any better…”
“Fuck you, Marty. I didn’t do anything.”
“Never said you did. What were you guys talking about?” Marty asked, tracing the smooth muscles on Danny’s back with his finger tips.
“Mmm…that feels good, Mart. Nothing really. It wasn’t so much what he said...” Danny looked up at Marty. He wanted to see the expression on his face when he told him. “I think he wants us. Both of us.”
His reaction was almost immediate. He pulled away from Danny, his shoulders stiffened, and yet he was slightly aroused. “Danny, stop kidding around.”
“I’m not. I wouldn't kid about something like that."
“I don’t believe you. Richie? He doesn’t, you know, like guys, does he? I’ve never seen him with another guy. He's always going out with a different girl.”
“Are you fucking stupid, Marty? He could be bi. We are.”
“That’s different. We’re different. I-I don’t know, Danny. Why the fuck are you bringing it up now?”
“Well,” Danny whispered, “I thought we could, well, invite him to join us.” He moved his hand down Marty’s body, his mouth curving into a smile when he felt Marty’s half-hard cock. “See, just the idea of it is turning you on.”
“You’re really a fucking bastard, Danny.”
“Yeah, I know. But you wouldn’t love me any other way.” Danny said squeezing him gently.
“Yeah, yeah,” Marty answered, nudging Danny's hand away. "You can't do that, when we're trying to talk, Danny. It's not fair."
“Hey Marty?” Danny asked, reluctantly moving his hand away. “We don’t have to…just say the word and I’ll drop it, just like the last time.”
“Really?” He asked, a slight smile forming on his face. “I don’t know. I'm thinking this time, I might want to.”
“You sure? I mean last time with Ryan, you wouldn’t even talk about it. You fucking punched me when I brought it up.” Danny's thoughts drifted back to his old goalie. Although, he was happy with Marty, he still missed Ryan a lot.
“That was different. You and Ryan were already fucking.” Marty paused and stared at Danny. “You’re not...fucking him already are you?”
Danny laughed at Marty. “Of course not. I don’t keep secrets from you, Mart. If I was fucking him, you’d be the first person I'd tell .”
“I just never know with you.” Marty said, shaking his head. He looked at Danny for several moments not saying a word, both thrilled and a little scared about the possibility of a mé·nage à trois with Danny and Richie. “I’m sure, ” he said, finally.
Danny could barely contain his happiness at Marty's answer. He grabbed Marty by his shoulders, kissed him hard on the lips, and pinned him on the bed. “I promise, you won’t regret it," he said, rolling his hips against Marty. And tonight, I'm going to show you just how happy you make me.
Chapter: 3/4 (I think)
Pairings/characters: This chapter is pretty much all Danny/Marty with mentions of past Danny/Ryan Miller and a future mé·nage à trois with Mike Richards
Ratings: Mature
Warnings: Unbeta'd - although I did edit/re-edit a bunch of times.
Disclaimer: Not real - never happened
Summary: Danny asks Marty how he would feel about a mé·nage à trois with Richie. This chapter is mainly from Danny's POV.
Author's Notes: I thought I'd take a break from Richie's POV and have it be from Danny's. Thanks to everyone who has left feedback. It really has motivated me to write more and made me a happy writer :) The next chapter might take a little bit longer because it will besmutty (very) and I probably shouldn't write it at work. ; )
The day had truly been a bizarre one and nothing turned out the way he expected. Losing wasn’t a total shock. He had been playing hockey long enough to not be surprised when his team lost. No one on the team expected it but they knew pulling out a win on the Pens home ice would be difficult if not damn near impossible. But, they still thought they could win. This team had done the already impossible by making it to the Conference Finals. No, the surprise had been getting their asses kicked so bad by the Pens. That just wasn’t this team. The Flyers had way more heart than they showed today. The most disappointing thing was that this year was supposed to be different. No one outside of Philadelphia had given them half a chance since they made the playoffs but he always believed that they make it to the finals. In the end, it was the same as last year. They lost in the Conference Finals and he had to watch the other team celebrate. Well, at least they had saved the Philly fans from having it happen on their home ice.
The bus ride wasn’t much better. No one was talking and the air was heavy with the team’s disappointment, despair, and pain. He was beginning to think the trip would never end. But, then he caught Mike looking. Now that had made things interesting. At first, he thought it was an accident, maybe Mike’s eyes were wandering out of boredom. He really didn’t mean to stare at them, did he? But, after a few moments, Danny could not only feel the heat in Mike’s eyes, he could see his desire. There was nothing accidental or innocent about the way he was watching them.
The problem now was that he couldn’t stop thinking about fucking him. He wanted to ask Marty how he would feel about including Richie to join them in a mé·nage à troisbut wasn’t sure if he should wait. Marty was still recovering from losing the game. Out of anyone on the team, losing that way was probably hardest on him. Maybe now wasn’t the best time to bring up Mike. But, if he waited… everyone would go to their summer homes, vacations, and begin their off-season training. They probably wouldn’t even see Richie until October and by then it would be too late. Things would be back to normal, they would put up their emotional walls, and both of them would act like nothing happened. They might not even remember the bus ride or the conversation in the parking lot. No, if anything was going to happen, it had to be in the next few days.
“Danny, Danny?” The goaltender punched him playfully in the arm.
“Huh?” He asked. “Damn it, Marty. That hurt.” He said rubbing his shoulder and looking at Marty, who next to him on the bed. He was flicking through the channels on the remote, carefully avoiding any sports channels. The goaltender was already back in his typical jovial mood.
“C’mon, Danny. I didn’t hit you that hard. You didn’t answer me.”
“Oh sorry, Marty. Did you say something?" Danny asked. "I was just thinking.”
“Come here, I need you.” he said, pulling Danny into his arms. He kissed him softly on the lips and ran his fingers through the back of Danny’s soft hair. “Mmm… you smell so good.”
“Yeah? You too.” Danny answered, still distracted by this thoughts. “Hey Marty, did you see Richie today? Do you know he was watching us in the parking lot?”
“He was? I was wondering what was going between you two. If I didn’t know any better…”
“Fuck you, Marty. I didn’t do anything.”
“Never said you did. What were you guys talking about?” Marty asked, tracing the smooth muscles on Danny’s back with his finger tips.
“Mmm…that feels good, Mart. Nothing really. It wasn’t so much what he said...” Danny looked up at Marty. He wanted to see the expression on his face when he told him. “I think he wants us. Both of us.”
His reaction was almost immediate. He pulled away from Danny, his shoulders stiffened, and yet he was slightly aroused. “Danny, stop kidding around.”
“I’m not. I wouldn't kid about something like that."
“I don’t believe you. Richie? He doesn’t, you know, like guys, does he? I’ve never seen him with another guy. He's always going out with a different girl.”
“Are you fucking stupid, Marty? He could be bi. We are.”
“That’s different. We’re different. I-I don’t know, Danny. Why the fuck are you bringing it up now?”
“Well,” Danny whispered, “I thought we could, well, invite him to join us.” He moved his hand down Marty’s body, his mouth curving into a smile when he felt Marty’s half-hard cock. “See, just the idea of it is turning you on.”
“You’re really a fucking bastard, Danny.”
“Yeah, I know. But you wouldn’t love me any other way.” Danny said squeezing him gently.
“Yeah, yeah,” Marty answered, nudging Danny's hand away. "You can't do that, when we're trying to talk, Danny. It's not fair."
“Hey Marty?” Danny asked, reluctantly moving his hand away. “We don’t have to…just say the word and I’ll drop it, just like the last time.”
“Really?” He asked, a slight smile forming on his face. “I don’t know. I'm thinking this time, I might want to.”
“You sure? I mean last time with Ryan, you wouldn’t even talk about it. You fucking punched me when I brought it up.” Danny's thoughts drifted back to his old goalie. Although, he was happy with Marty, he still missed Ryan a lot.
“That was different. You and Ryan were already fucking.” Marty paused and stared at Danny. “You’re not...fucking him already are you?”
Danny laughed at Marty. “Of course not. I don’t keep secrets from you, Mart. If I was fucking him, you’d be the first person I'd tell .”
“I just never know with you.” Marty said, shaking his head. He looked at Danny for several moments not saying a word, both thrilled and a little scared about the possibility of a mé·nage à trois with Danny and Richie. “I’m sure, ” he said, finally.
Danny could barely contain his happiness at Marty's answer. He grabbed Marty by his shoulders, kissed him hard on the lips, and pinned him on the bed. “I promise, you won’t regret it," he said, rolling his hips against Marty. And tonight, I'm going to show you just how happy you make me.