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AN- Sequel to my Oz/Nick Shoe Thief! fic.
Title: Punishment
Pairing: Oz/Nick Chris Osgood/Nick Lidstrom (RPS Detroit Red Wings)
Rating: Uhm...we'll say R to be on the safe side. For defiling of an innocent piece of fruit. And light bondage.
Disclaimer: The following is a work of not for profit fiction and no insult or assumption is implied by the use of the names of the persons therein. Read- It's just for fun and NOT REAL, no matter how fun the pictures would be.
Summary: After Nick inadvertently steals Ozzie's shoes, Chris decides punishment is in order.
Nick twitched in his sleep and tried to roll over, coming awake gradually when, oddly, he couldn’t. He blinked in the sunlight streaming through the flimsy hotel drapes and turned his head, amazed. He’d been tethered to the bedposts by his wrists.
A cough alerted him to the presence of another person in the room. “Chris?” Nick squinted at the shape he detected in the shadows across the room.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Uh…why am I tied to the bed?”
“You stole my shoes.” Oz emerged from the shadows winding a thin strip of leather around his wrist. Nick squinted at it for a moment before realizing it was one half of a pair of horse reins. Probably not a good thing. He turned his attention back to Chris’ words.
“No I didn’t.”
“Uh, yes, you did. When you left L.A.? I had to go out an buy a new pair an hour before the movie premiere.”
“That was months ago!” Nick protested, squirming uncomfortably,” Besides, I didn’t realize I took them.” That had to count for something, right? “ How does that warrant me being tied to the bed though?”
“I thought,” Chris perched in the side of the bed and unwound a short length of the rein. He’d had to improvise, he didn’t generally bring BDSM materials on the road with him. “…That asshattery of that magnitude ought to be punished.” He flicked the leather strap without warning, lashing it across Nick’s thigh, his belly, his chest, making the older man yelp, half in pleasure, half in pain and surprise.
“Ow!”
Oz crept across the bed to lay next to his lover. He dragged his tongue over the red marks left behind, soothing them,” Sorry.”
“It's fine.” Nick cricked his neck to examine himself, then wiggled back into the blankets, grinning,” Go on.”
Oz lifted an eyebrow,” You are not supposed to be enjoying this.”
“And if I do?”
Chris slumped dejectedly, thinking. This was not going as planned. The fact that Nick enjoyed light bondage and whipping had somehow escaped his knowledge, even after three years together. He looked around the room, there had to be something he could use to put his considerable talents to work. His eyes lit on the fruit bowl near the door and he grinned. ~Bingo!~
Nick squirmed again as Ozzie got up and walked away. It wasn’t uncomfortable to be tied up like this but it was unnerving. Who the hell knew what went on in a goalie’s head? Especially this goalie. He trusted Chris, yes, but being at his mercy was unsettling. Oz was known for being unpredictable, to say the least. He also had a twisted sense of humor.
Ozzie returned, a partially peeled banana in one hand. He straddled Nick and gave him an evil grin,” Plan B.”
“What? Plan…oh.” Nick chewed his bottom lip as Chris licked the tip of the banana, circling it with his tongue. He knew all too well how skilled the goalie was in that particular activity, ”Chris…” Oz ignored Nick’s plea and continued, slipping his tongue along the underside of the fruit before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it.
Nick flailed, his cock coming fully erect almost painfully,” Ozzie please.”
Chris shook his head and continued his ministrations, feeling pleased with himself. He nipped the top of the banana off and swallowed it,” You deserve to be punished Nicky. You caused a lot of problems for me, you know.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again,” Nick cut in,” I swear.”
“Not good enough,” Ozzie replied. He curled his tongue around the fruit again and continued. Nick voiced a pleading whine and Chris dragged his teeth lightly up the length of the banana, a move that always drove Nick crazy when he did it to him. He ate another couple of inches of the banana and peeled the rest of it, debated using the peel to make a hat for Nick’s penis and decided against it. That might be too humiliating. He dropped it on the bed next to Nick instead.” Well?”
I love you?” Nick tried a different tack,” You’re the greatest boyfriend in the world, I was wrong to mistake your shoes for mine and I will never, ever make such a dumb oversight again.”
Chris pondered that for a moment, eating a little more as he did,” Better. But you’re not quite there yet.”
“Oh don’t do that, please,” Nick managed, eyes riveted on his lovers lips around that fucking piece of fruit.
Oz looked up at him through half-lidded eyes and continued. Nick’s eye twitched involuntarily but he composed himself marginally and made another attempt,” Uh, you’re the best goalie in the league? You’re fantastic in bed, and you’re adorable and sweet and funny and uh…tall?” This last was offered in the most pathetically hopeful tone Chris had ever heard. He sat up and desisted. The banana was nearly gone anyway.
“All right.” He finished his mid-morning snack in a couple of bites and stood up, moving to undo the knots that held Nick to the bed. He freed his Captain’s left wrist and skipped back out of reach,” I’ll see you downstairs once you’re out of that.”
“But…wait…hey! That’s not fair!”
“I think you need to spend a little more time reflecting on my goaltending. And how adorable and funny and tall I am before I let you enjoy how fantastic in bed I really am.” Chris smirked at his lover and stepped out the door, snickering at Nick’s plaintive wails. He ambled jauntily down the hall, grinning. “That’ll teach him to steal my shoes.”