Flyers Short Fic
TITLE: "From Here to There"
BY: K.Jameson
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM: Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul/Steve Eminger
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: All fake. Fiction. Not true. Don't sue me please.
WARNINGS: Sadness for the Eminger fans.
SUMMARY: Steve Eminger gets traded to the Tamp Bay Lightning. Upshall and Lupul say goodbye in their own special way.
CREDIT: Well, not so much credit, but as a dedication...to kelles because she is a big Eminger fan and she's sad to see him get traded. Here's some smut to you!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this on Nov 12 thru the 13th in response to Steve Eminger being traded to Tampa Bay. At that time, Barry Melrose was the head coach. Anyway. I was requested to post this and I am doing so. I edited this really quick so if you see any typos, let me know or ignore them lol. Also, there's this freaky gray background that won't go away. ??
It was past the sunrise and morning dew when the clock read a quarter to ten. It was then, at that exact time, did they get the call.
The phone rang three times before a half awoken Scottie Upshall grabbed it. He was the only one to wake up from it.
"...ello?"
"Good morning, Scottie Upshall. It's Paul Holmgren calling. How are you today?"
A bell went off in Scottie's head. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "I - I'm good, Mr. Holmgren." A personal call like this only went two ways - good or bad. Scottie was getting nervous. He pulled himself out of bed and started rushing towards the bathroom, still naked.
"Glad to hear." Holmgren cleared his throat. "I rang Steve Eminger's residence but was told I could find him at your place. Is he available?"
Upshall stopped in his tracks - he almost fell over from pulling his boxer shorts up. "Uh, yeah, Mr. Holmgren. Hold on, please." Scottie pressed the hold button on the phone and set it on the sink. He fixed his boxers and walked back into the bedroom, grabbing the phone on the way. He sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on Eminger's shoulder.
"Hey, Ems." He shook him softly. "Ems, wake up."
Steve moaned and rolled over. He opened one eye and looked at Scottie.
"Hey, what's up?" He closed to opened eye and proceeded to rub both of them awake.
"Um, got a phone call for you."
"Really?" Steve sat up and swung his feet onto the floor. He was naked as well, but the sheet still covered him up. "Who is it?"
"Uh, Paul Holmgren."
The look in Steve's eyes said everything. He was now just as nervous as Upshall had been.
"Here - " Scottie shoved to phone into Steve's hands. "Just take the call. He's on hold."
Steve pressed the hold button and brought the phone to his ear. "Hello? This is Steve Eminger."
"Hello, good morning, Steve. It's Paul Holmgren calling."
"Hi, Mr. Holmgren. How are you?" Maybe if he asked several questions he could procrastinate Holmgren.
"Good. Listen, I've got some news for you." Nope, didn't work. "It seems like a deal was made on a trade we have been discussing for a couple days now."
A knot suddenly formed in Steve's stomach and his throat tightened. "Oh, okay."
"We have been discussing things with Tampa and we decided on sending you over there. How does that sound?"
Steve's head exploded inside and the room started to spin.
"Steve, you there? We decided to trade you and Downie for Matt Carle, a defensive player."
"Oh." That was all he could manage to say.
"Yes, and I just got off the phone with Barry Melrose, the Lightning's head coach. He wants you dressed and at practice today by four pm. Your plane leaves at two this afternoon. Stevens has your ticket at the Skate Zone. He will be there around one to meet you and let you clean out your locker."
"Oh." That was all he still could say.
"It was great having you on the Flyers, Steve. We are looking forward to what you can do in Tampa." You could hear Paul Holmgren's smile over the phone. "Have a good flight. I'll call you in a week to see how things are working out."
"Okay."
"Great! Talk to you later, Steve. Goodbye." Holmgren hung up the phone quickly.
"Bye." Steve said it into an empty dial tone. He put the phone back on it's receiver on the nightstand and continued to stare at the floor.
Upshall was looking at him, waiting to hear what Holmgren had to say.
"Well?"
Steve swallowed and looked at Scottie. "I'm, uh...I'm being traded."
"WHAT?!"
Joffrey Lupul, who had been sleeping until then, shifted and rolled over.
"Yeah, I'm being traded to Tampa."
Lupul was wide awake now. "What the fuck - what the - they can't trade you!" He was sitting up on the bed now, sheet covering the lower half of his naked body.
"Yeah, they can, Lupes. And they did." Steve closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hands. He could feel the tears coming but they weren't there yet.
"Oh my fuckin' god..." Lupul moved next to Steve's side. "Who'd they trade you for?"
"Matt Carle." Sniff. "And Downie is going to, with me. We both got traded."
Upshall and Lupul looked at each other. Then they heard another sniff and both had their arms around Eminger.
"Oh, Ems...I don't want you to go." Joffrey had his face buried in Steve's neck, strands of hair touching his face. A few tears escaped and landed into Steve's hair as he sat back to wipe the rest away.
"I know, I don't want to leave either."
"You belong to Philly. You belong on the Flyers. Dammit, Steve, you belong to us." Scottie looked upset, angry and hurtful all at the same time.
Steve looked at Upshall and then grabbed his face, pulling his lips to meet his own for a crushing kiss. "I know," he whispered, and their kiss turned into a fierce hug.
"I'm gonna miss you so much." Joff wiped the remainder of his tears away and scooted himself between Steve and Scottie. The three cuddled together, letting themselves get lost for a moment before they had to accept reality.
Upshall was the first to pull away. Lupul, who had been resting against Scottie, had to regain his balance before falling off Steve's lap. Scottie, however, grabbed his arm and helped him to feet.
Bay Bay Bay
"Come with me, Lupes." Scotte looked at Steve. "We'll be right back. Stay here."
Steve nodded his head and watched his friends walk out of the bedroom.
Out in the kitchen, Joff was fixing his boxer shorts around his waist, the ones Scottie had grabbed for him off the floor as they left the bedroom. When he looked up, said man was grabbing the container of orange juice from the refrigerator.
"This is so unfair."
"I know." Scottie poured two glasses and gave one to Joff. "He finally settled in and now he has to leave."
Joff took a sip of his orange juice and looked at his best friend. "I'm really gonna miss him." Sigh. "I'm gonna miss him playing with us, joking around at practice and in the locer room...I'm gonna miss him being with us, the most."
"Then we really should give him a proper goodbye." There was a smirk on Scottie's face.
And even though sadness had took hold of Lupul, he knew Upshall was right.
"Yeah, we should." A smirk accompanied the former one.
The two glasses of orange juice were set on the kitchen counter and soon forgotten. Scottie and Joff had walked into the bedroom to find Steve still sitting on the bed, still naked and covered by a sheet.
Joff was the first to attack. He pounced on top of Steve, his lips immediately crushing against Steve's. A moan escaped from in between them and Scottie, who was stripping off his boxers, didn't know who it came from.
"Mmm, ah..." Steve looked down at Scottie who was crawling up in between his legs. Joff's lips were now his neck, his tongue sneeking out to lick his earlobe. "I don't know guys...Oh my god that feels so good..." There was a moan and Steve tried again. "I'm so upset, I don't think I can do this....."
Joff pulled back and gave Steve a smirk. "Oh come on, Ems. We've got to give you a proper goodbye."
"Yeah, and your dick says otherwise." Scottie grinned down at the hard cock in front of him, weeping with pre-cum.
Lupul looked back at Scottie to see what he was talking about and then grinned back at Steve. "See? It's the least we can do. We are gonna miss you so much, Ems. Who knows when we will be able to do this again...." Joff started kissing Steve again, running his fingers through the man's hair and pulling him close.
They knew he gave in when Steve moaned loudly as Scottie took his cock into his mouth. Watching his two friends enjoy each other, Lupul stripped his boxers off and got back on the bed. He started stroking himself, getting his cock really hard, loving the sight of Scottie going down on Steve.
Scottie was great at sucking cock, and Steve wasn't the one to think otherwise as he felt the man's throat muscles clench around his dick. A tongue brushed the bottom of his shaft and he knew he was close.
"I want to fuck you," Lupul said to Eminger.
"Ahh..." Steve had to hold back at the sudden burst of those words.
Scottie gave one last lick and suck before pulling back. Joff was watching him and when Scottie sat up he pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Still kissing, Joff handed Scottie the little bottle of lube he at one point grabbed while watching Scottie and Steve. Upshall poured some onto his hand and started rubbing it all over Joff's cock, getting him ready and hard.
Steve grabbed the bottle next and prepared himself. He entered two fingers as he watched Scottie stroke Lupul's cock as they made out.
"Oh god, you guys are so fuckin' hot," he moaned. "Lupes, please, fuck me now."
Joff gave Scottie one last kiss before pulling back and facing Steve.
"My pleasure," he said. Joff positioned himself between Steve legs, and in one swift motion he entered Steve.
"Ooohhh....ah, Lupes, you feel so good..."
"Yeah, you're so fuckin' tight." Joff started ricking back and forth, thrusting hard into Steve.
"Mmmm...." Scottie was stroking himself as he watched the scene before him. But Joff wasn't going to have any of that.
"You just gonna watch, Ups, or are you gonna fuck me?"
"I can do that." Scottie knelt behind Lupul and thrusted his cock into Joff's ass.
"Oh, fuck, Scottie!" Upshall wasn't that well lubed, but the mixture of the pain from Scottie fucking him and the pleasure from his cock inside of Steve sent his body overboard.
Steve grabbed his own cock and started pumping it, matching Joff's thrusts into him. As Scottie pushed into Joff, it felt like Joff was getting deeper and deeper into him. It felt so good and Steve knew he was close. He jerked his cock faster and clenched his muscles around Joff's cock.
All it took was a moan from Scottie and the sight of Lupul arching his back and Steve was coming, his seed spilling over his hand and onto Joff's stomach. A couple more thrust from both of the other men and Scottie and Joff were coming at the same time, both moaning each other's name, Steve's name escaping Joff's as the last of his semen filled him.
Scottie pulled out first and headed to the bathroom. Joff pulled out next and being so tired he just flopped down on the bed next to Steve. When Scottie came out of the bathroom two towels were thrown their way.
"Thanks," they said, and started to clean themselves up. Scottie finished with himself and got comfortable on the other side of Steve on the bed.
Steve looked at Joff and gave him a kiss. He then looked at Scottie and gave him a kiss as well. "That was amazing." A sigh escaped through his lips and he laid his head back, closing his eyes and breathing softly.
Scottie and Joff looked at each and smiled. They both knew that whenever their team played Tampa, whether they won or lost, Steve would be in their bed that night after the game. Just because he got traded doesn't mean they weren't going to stay friends.
Leaning over Eminger, Scottie and Joff kissed softly.
"Promise me if I ever get traded, I'll have a goodbye as good as this?" Joff knew the words hurt Scottie, but he also knew it was never not an option that he could be traded.
"I promise."
They kissed one more time and then they each settled down next to Steve. It was a quarter to eleven and Scottie set the alarm for noon. That gave Steve enough time to get showered, dressed and over to the Skate Zone to meet Stevens.
As Upshall and Lupul joined Eminger in a quiet, peaceful nap, they were cuddled together like nothing was going to brake them apart. But when they woke up, they knew what was going to happen. There would be some tears from Lupul and a few sarcastic - and most likely sexual - remarks from Upshall, but Steve would say goodbye to his former teammates and head off to Tampa. A short but hurtful flight would take him to his new team, his new teammates, his new uniform, and even to his new home.
The NHL had a way of being funny, and yet today three young men weren't laughing.
Bay
END!
BY: K.Jameson
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM: Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul/Steve Eminger
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: All fake. Fiction. Not true. Don't sue me please.
WARNINGS: Sadness for the Eminger fans.
SUMMARY: Steve Eminger gets traded to the Tamp Bay Lightning. Upshall and Lupul say goodbye in their own special way.
CREDIT: Well, not so much credit, but as a dedication...to kelles because she is a big Eminger fan and she's sad to see him get traded. Here's some smut to you!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this on Nov 12 thru the 13th in response to Steve Eminger being traded to Tampa Bay. At that time, Barry Melrose was the head coach. Anyway. I was requested to post this and I am doing so. I edited this really quick so if you see any typos, let me know or ignore them lol. Also, there's this freaky gray background that won't go away. ??
It was past the sunrise and morning dew when the clock read a quarter to ten. It was then, at that exact time, did they get the call.
The phone rang three times before a half awoken Scottie Upshall grabbed it. He was the only one to wake up from it.
"...ello?"
"Good morning, Scottie Upshall. It's Paul Holmgren calling. How are you today?"
A bell went off in Scottie's head. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "I - I'm good, Mr. Holmgren." A personal call like this only went two ways - good or bad. Scottie was getting nervous. He pulled himself out of bed and started rushing towards the bathroom, still naked.
"Glad to hear." Holmgren cleared his throat. "I rang Steve Eminger's residence but was told I could find him at your place. Is he available?"
Upshall stopped in his tracks - he almost fell over from pulling his boxer shorts up. "Uh, yeah, Mr. Holmgren. Hold on, please." Scottie pressed the hold button on the phone and set it on the sink. He fixed his boxers and walked back into the bedroom, grabbing the phone on the way. He sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on Eminger's shoulder.
"Hey, Ems." He shook him softly. "Ems, wake up."
Steve moaned and rolled over. He opened one eye and looked at Scottie.
"Hey, what's up?" He closed to opened eye and proceeded to rub both of them awake.
"Um, got a phone call for you."
"Really?" Steve sat up and swung his feet onto the floor. He was naked as well, but the sheet still covered him up. "Who is it?"
"Uh, Paul Holmgren."
The look in Steve's eyes said everything. He was now just as nervous as Upshall had been.
"Here - " Scottie shoved to phone into Steve's hands. "Just take the call. He's on hold."
Steve pressed the hold button and brought the phone to his ear. "Hello? This is Steve Eminger."
"Hello, good morning, Steve. It's Paul Holmgren calling."
"Hi, Mr. Holmgren. How are you?" Maybe if he asked several questions he could procrastinate Holmgren.
"Good. Listen, I've got some news for you." Nope, didn't work. "It seems like a deal was made on a trade we have been discussing for a couple days now."
A knot suddenly formed in Steve's stomach and his throat tightened. "Oh, okay."
"We have been discussing things with Tampa and we decided on sending you over there. How does that sound?"
Steve's head exploded inside and the room started to spin.
"Steve, you there? We decided to trade you and Downie for Matt Carle, a defensive player."
"Oh." That was all he could manage to say.
"Yes, and I just got off the phone with Barry Melrose, the Lightning's head coach. He wants you dressed and at practice today by four pm. Your plane leaves at two this afternoon. Stevens has your ticket at the Skate Zone. He will be there around one to meet you and let you clean out your locker."
"Oh." That was all he still could say.
"It was great having you on the Flyers, Steve. We are looking forward to what you can do in Tampa." You could hear Paul Holmgren's smile over the phone. "Have a good flight. I'll call you in a week to see how things are working out."
"Okay."
"Great! Talk to you later, Steve. Goodbye." Holmgren hung up the phone quickly.
"Bye." Steve said it into an empty dial tone. He put the phone back on it's receiver on the nightstand and continued to stare at the floor.
Upshall was looking at him, waiting to hear what Holmgren had to say.
"Well?"
Steve swallowed and looked at Scottie. "I'm, uh...I'm being traded."
"WHAT?!"
Joffrey Lupul, who had been sleeping until then, shifted and rolled over.
"Yeah, I'm being traded to Tampa."
Lupul was wide awake now. "What the fuck - what the - they can't trade you!" He was sitting up on the bed now, sheet covering the lower half of his naked body.
"Yeah, they can, Lupes. And they did." Steve closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hands. He could feel the tears coming but they weren't there yet.
"Oh my fuckin' god..." Lupul moved next to Steve's side. "Who'd they trade you for?"
"Matt Carle." Sniff. "And Downie is going to, with me. We both got traded."
Upshall and Lupul looked at each other. Then they heard another sniff and both had their arms around Eminger.
"Oh, Ems...I don't want you to go." Joffrey had his face buried in Steve's neck, strands of hair touching his face. A few tears escaped and landed into Steve's hair as he sat back to wipe the rest away.
"I know, I don't want to leave either."
"You belong to Philly. You belong on the Flyers. Dammit, Steve, you belong to us." Scottie looked upset, angry and hurtful all at the same time.
Steve looked at Upshall and then grabbed his face, pulling his lips to meet his own for a crushing kiss. "I know," he whispered, and their kiss turned into a fierce hug.
"I'm gonna miss you so much." Joff wiped the remainder of his tears away and scooted himself between Steve and Scottie. The three cuddled together, letting themselves get lost for a moment before they had to accept reality.
Upshall was the first to pull away. Lupul, who had been resting against Scottie, had to regain his balance before falling off Steve's lap. Scottie, however, grabbed his arm and helped him to feet.
Bay Bay Bay
"Come with me, Lupes." Scotte looked at Steve. "We'll be right back. Stay here."
Steve nodded his head and watched his friends walk out of the bedroom.
Out in the kitchen, Joff was fixing his boxer shorts around his waist, the ones Scottie had grabbed for him off the floor as they left the bedroom. When he looked up, said man was grabbing the container of orange juice from the refrigerator.
"This is so unfair."
"I know." Scottie poured two glasses and gave one to Joff. "He finally settled in and now he has to leave."
Joff took a sip of his orange juice and looked at his best friend. "I'm really gonna miss him." Sigh. "I'm gonna miss him playing with us, joking around at practice and in the locer room...I'm gonna miss him being with us, the most."
"Then we really should give him a proper goodbye." There was a smirk on Scottie's face.
And even though sadness had took hold of Lupul, he knew Upshall was right.
"Yeah, we should." A smirk accompanied the former one.
The two glasses of orange juice were set on the kitchen counter and soon forgotten. Scottie and Joff had walked into the bedroom to find Steve still sitting on the bed, still naked and covered by a sheet.
Joff was the first to attack. He pounced on top of Steve, his lips immediately crushing against Steve's. A moan escaped from in between them and Scottie, who was stripping off his boxers, didn't know who it came from.
"Mmm, ah..." Steve looked down at Scottie who was crawling up in between his legs. Joff's lips were now his neck, his tongue sneeking out to lick his earlobe. "I don't know guys...Oh my god that feels so good..." There was a moan and Steve tried again. "I'm so upset, I don't think I can do this....."
Joff pulled back and gave Steve a smirk. "Oh come on, Ems. We've got to give you a proper goodbye."
"Yeah, and your dick says otherwise." Scottie grinned down at the hard cock in front of him, weeping with pre-cum.
Lupul looked back at Scottie to see what he was talking about and then grinned back at Steve. "See? It's the least we can do. We are gonna miss you so much, Ems. Who knows when we will be able to do this again...." Joff started kissing Steve again, running his fingers through the man's hair and pulling him close.
They knew he gave in when Steve moaned loudly as Scottie took his cock into his mouth. Watching his two friends enjoy each other, Lupul stripped his boxers off and got back on the bed. He started stroking himself, getting his cock really hard, loving the sight of Scottie going down on Steve.
Scottie was great at sucking cock, and Steve wasn't the one to think otherwise as he felt the man's throat muscles clench around his dick. A tongue brushed the bottom of his shaft and he knew he was close.
"I want to fuck you," Lupul said to Eminger.
"Ahh..." Steve had to hold back at the sudden burst of those words.
Scottie gave one last lick and suck before pulling back. Joff was watching him and when Scottie sat up he pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Still kissing, Joff handed Scottie the little bottle of lube he at one point grabbed while watching Scottie and Steve. Upshall poured some onto his hand and started rubbing it all over Joff's cock, getting him ready and hard.
Steve grabbed the bottle next and prepared himself. He entered two fingers as he watched Scottie stroke Lupul's cock as they made out.
"Oh god, you guys are so fuckin' hot," he moaned. "Lupes, please, fuck me now."
Joff gave Scottie one last kiss before pulling back and facing Steve.
"My pleasure," he said. Joff positioned himself between Steve legs, and in one swift motion he entered Steve.
"Ooohhh....ah, Lupes, you feel so good..."
"Yeah, you're so fuckin' tight." Joff started ricking back and forth, thrusting hard into Steve.
"Mmmm...." Scottie was stroking himself as he watched the scene before him. But Joff wasn't going to have any of that.
"You just gonna watch, Ups, or are you gonna fuck me?"
"I can do that." Scottie knelt behind Lupul and thrusted his cock into Joff's ass.
"Oh, fuck, Scottie!" Upshall wasn't that well lubed, but the mixture of the pain from Scottie fucking him and the pleasure from his cock inside of Steve sent his body overboard.
Steve grabbed his own cock and started pumping it, matching Joff's thrusts into him. As Scottie pushed into Joff, it felt like Joff was getting deeper and deeper into him. It felt so good and Steve knew he was close. He jerked his cock faster and clenched his muscles around Joff's cock.
All it took was a moan from Scottie and the sight of Lupul arching his back and Steve was coming, his seed spilling over his hand and onto Joff's stomach. A couple more thrust from both of the other men and Scottie and Joff were coming at the same time, both moaning each other's name, Steve's name escaping Joff's as the last of his semen filled him.
Scottie pulled out first and headed to the bathroom. Joff pulled out next and being so tired he just flopped down on the bed next to Steve. When Scottie came out of the bathroom two towels were thrown their way.
"Thanks," they said, and started to clean themselves up. Scottie finished with himself and got comfortable on the other side of Steve on the bed.
Steve looked at Joff and gave him a kiss. He then looked at Scottie and gave him a kiss as well. "That was amazing." A sigh escaped through his lips and he laid his head back, closing his eyes and breathing softly.
Scottie and Joff looked at each and smiled. They both knew that whenever their team played Tampa, whether they won or lost, Steve would be in their bed that night after the game. Just because he got traded doesn't mean they weren't going to stay friends.
Leaning over Eminger, Scottie and Joff kissed softly.
"Promise me if I ever get traded, I'll have a goodbye as good as this?" Joff knew the words hurt Scottie, but he also knew it was never not an option that he could be traded.
"I promise."
They kissed one more time and then they each settled down next to Steve. It was a quarter to eleven and Scottie set the alarm for noon. That gave Steve enough time to get showered, dressed and over to the Skate Zone to meet Stevens.
As Upshall and Lupul joined Eminger in a quiet, peaceful nap, they were cuddled together like nothing was going to brake them apart. But when they woke up, they knew what was going to happen. There would be some tears from Lupul and a few sarcastic - and most likely sexual - remarks from Upshall, but Steve would say goodbye to his former teammates and head off to Tampa. A short but hurtful flight would take him to his new team, his new teammates, his new uniform, and even to his new home.
The NHL had a way of being funny, and yet today three young men weren't laughing.
Bay
END!