Flyers Short Fic
TITLE: "Struggle for Dominance"
BY: K.Jameson
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM: Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): Scottie Upshall/Simon Gagne
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: If I owned them, I wouldn't be here right now writing this story ::wink wink:: Not true. All fake. Lots of fiction here.
WARNINGS: Violence. Angst. Very, very angry boys. Oh, and slash of course.
SUMMARY: When things heat up on the ice, it get even worse off the ice.
CREDIT: To lack of Gagne fics out there.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place at a random time. Gagne is hot, and since Upshall fucks everyone else why shouldn't Gagne be one of them? LOL I'm evil. My muse was getting frustrated Tuesday night because I couldn't figure out how to start this story. It was such a long, grueling process to fight with him and then this is what he blessed me with. Enjoy. ALSO - I wrote this on Thursday (the 13th) and was, again, requested to post this. I hope everyone enjoys it. This is the first story I've seen with this pairing and hopefully it won't be the last.
"This fuckin' blows." A bottle was thrown into a trashcan and t-shirts were being tossed out of a locker. Scottie Upshall was litterally throwing a hissy fit and unfortunately, anything his way was his enemy.
That included Joffrey Lupul, who was sitting next to Scottie on the bench getting shoes thrown at him.
"Um, Ups? Can you please stop putting everything from your locker into my lap?"
Scottie pushed the items off Joff's lap and onto the floor. "Happy?"
"Well," Joff started, not so sure. "Yeah, but I don't think Stevens will appreciate this mess."
"Fuck Stevens."
"Um, I don't think that possible. Might make things awkward after all."
Scottie stopped and looked at Lupul. Joffrey was just grinning sheepishly at him. Scottie glared and went back to searching through his locker.
"Listen, I know you have been in a foul mood lately, but lashing out is making it worse." Joff dodged another shoe. "Direct that anger towards an opponent on the ice."
If only Joff had realized what he said.
As second intermission came to a close, Lupul had to drag Scottie to his feet and get him ready to head back out onto the ice. Third period started with Richie, Briere and Gagne with Coburn and Timonen on teh defense. They were tied with Pittsburgh three to three. It was a crucial game for both teams, as the Flyers needed the win to get ahead and the Penguins needed the win to stay ahead.
Line change after line change, minute after minute, no one scored to break the tie. It was getting down the final three minutes of the game.
In the middle of a line change, a Pittsburgh forward intercepted and rushed toward the goal. Upshall, who was trying to get off the ice was forced to stay on. With Gagne and Richards successfully on the ice, Briere was to stay back and watch Upshall take on the offense.
A Pen took a shot - it went wide but slide around the rink and into another Pen's possesion. Upshall came up and hit him hard against the boards. Another Pen sneaked in to take the puck but Gagne was on his trail, his stick reaching for the damn thing.
Upshall suddenly became lost. In the few seconds his mind went blank - where the fuck is it? - he didn't see Gagne come to his rescue. How he thanked him was a little unusual.
Upshall turned sharply and BAM! Elbow to Gagne's face. Gagne flew back about 2 feet and landed on his ass. As the puck went free and skated down the other end of the ice by Richie, Gagne regained himself and sat up, wondering what the hell just happened. He got to his feet and skated to the bench. Carter's line was out now and as he sat down on the bench, Richie joined his side.
"You okay?"
Gagne nodded his head and got a towel from an assistant. No blood, but the side of his face was aching pretty badly. He shot a glare down Upshall's way. The forward was paying attention to what was going on with the game, but Lupul, who was sitting right new to Upshall, saw the glare. He knew it was for Upshall - he saw the hit; who didn't? Lupul knew it was an accident. scottie would never intentionally hit his own teammate...unless it was off the ice and for a good reason, of course.
Lupul let it go, for now.
As the clocked clicked down to only thirty second left, Scottie and Joff were on the ice for final time in regulation. With the way these two were playing all night, it didn't surprise anyone that when Lupul got the puck and it was a two on one, a quick pass to Upshall let him shoot it and - SCORE! Game winning goal with ten seconds left. Cheers, clapping, everyone was going wild. Scottie couldn't stop grinning.
On the Flyers bench the team cheered. As Scottie bumped fists with everyone, Gagne sat still. Prick. He wanted overtime, he wanted that goal, he wanted to be selfish. Gagne was averaging a goal a night; he would bound to get it in overtime since he didn't get it in regulation. What the hell just happened to him?
The buzzer sounded and the game was over. The crowd cheered as their team won the game. Four to three, increasing the Flyers' winning streak to two games. Both teams left their benches and headed down the halfway towards their locker rooms. Interviews were going on and people wanted to talk to Upshall.
Gagne threw his stick and gear towards his locker as he overheard Upshall gleaming about his goal.
Fuckin' asshole.
Gagne showered, dressed and packed his bag. He was headed down the hallway when he heard a voice behind him.
"What's your problem, Simon?"
Gagne turned and saw Joffrey walking up behind. He stopped in front of Gagne, giving them only inches of space.
"What are you talkin about?"
"You know it was an accident. Scottie didn't hit you on purpose." Lupul was pissed. He didn't appreciate any negativity towards his best friend. "You didn't have to glare at him like you did."
"Who fuckin' cares. He knew I was behind him; he needs to fuckin' watch where he's goin." Gagne turned around and continued walking down the hall. He left the stadium building through their back door and started heading towards his car. As he was unlocking his door, he felt two hands shove him against the driver's door.
"You got a fuckin' problem with me, Gagne? You gonna say shit to Lupes and then run off like a little coward?"
Gagne's bad dropped off his shoulder and he turned around. A punch went flying into Scottie's face but he missed. Upshall slammed Gagne against his own car, punching him in the stomach and knocking the wind out of Gagne. As Gagne fell to the floor to join his bag, Upshall stared down at him.
"I know about your attitude, Sims. You think I have a problem with you I have to hit you on the ice? Fuckin' grow up." Upshall shook his head in digust and started walking away. Gagne watched, getting his breath back, and closed his eyes shut. He stood up slowly, pain overtaking his body. It took him a few minutes but Gagne was able to get into his car. The hit Scottie threw on the ice was hard, but he never knew he could intentionally punch that hard.
He was home thirty minutes later and in bed within the next ten. There were no phones calls, no text messages; not even an email. Thankfully, he was being left alone. And hopefully, their little incident wasn't on the news next morning. He didn't see anyone as he was walking to his car.
If Upshall can keep his mouth shut, maybe tomorrow after he beats Scottie up they can agree to be even. Yeah, that sounded good.
They were in Atlanta the next day. All day long Upshall and Gagne had been ignoring each other. Scottie told Lupul what he did but no one else. Scottie knew he could trust Joff not to tell anyone. It's just Scottie wanted Joff to watch his back in case Gagne tried anything.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
Once settled in their hotel room, Lupul insisted on walking to the sub shop to pick up their sandwiches. Once Jof left the room, Gagne watched him walk down the hallway and once he disappeared he was at the door to room number sixteen. He knocked twice and stepped out of the way of the peephole.
Scottie had just gotten out of the shower when he heard the knocks.
Did Lupes forget something?
He wrapped a towel around his waist and threw a white t-shirt on over his head. Once at the door he looked through the peephole and saw nothing. Against his better judgement he decided to open the door.
Gagne pushed his way in, shoving Upshall to the floor. He slammed the door shut and locked it.
"What the fuck?" Upshall looked up and saw Gagne glaring down at him. "You have some fuckin' nerve coming in here like that." He pushed himself off the floor and adjusted the towel around his waist.
"Shut the fuck up." Gagne lunged a punch at Upshall and missed - again.
Upshall started to laugh as he stepped back. "You throw a punch like a girl." Gagne threw another one and this time he did hit him. "Fuck!" He could taste blood on the inside of his mouth.
Scottie charged into Gagne, slamming him against the wall. He started hitting his ribs, hard and fast. Gagne blocked the first hit but couldn't stop the rest. He kneed Scottie in the stomach and pushed the man back. Upshall stumbled a bit but regained his posture.
"You got something up your ass, Sims?" Upshall wiped some blood off his chin. "Afraid you can't kick my ass so you came here to do it today?"
Gagne got in Upshall's face. "You knew I was standing there. You want to hit me, let's do it." He put an emphasis on the shove and did so to Upshall. But Scottie caught his arms and the two fell to the floor.
"Aw, fuck..." Upshall landed on his back, hard, with Gagne on top straddling his waist. The towel had yet to fall off.
"Dumbass."
Upshall threw a punch to his face and Gagne fell to the side. Blood spilled on the hardwood floor as Upshall changed their positions.
"I think you want me, Gagne." Upshall came out of the blue with that remark but it did kind of make sense.
"What the fuck?" Gagne looked at him like he was crazy. "Fuckin' screw that, I ain't like that." He started to wriggle underneath Upshall but he was being held down too tight.
"Yeah, okay...that's why you are coming after me like this. You want me, Gagne, and I can tell."
Gagne tried getting Upshall off of him but was having no luck. "Just because you want to go around fuckin' everyone doesn't mean everyone wants to fuck you."
Scottie laughed out loud and threw his head back. Gagne had to ignore how pretty his neck was and took the opportunity to get a punch in. He suckered one right to stomach, which threw Upshall forward. Gagne grabbed his shoulders and moved him off and onto the floor. He was headed for the door but Upshall had other plans.
"Not so fast." He regained himself and grabbed Gagne's foot. There was loveseat against the wall and when Gagne lost his balance that's what he fell onto. Next thing he knew, Upshall was pressed against this back, his arms wrapped around him and his hands heading straight for the button on his pants.
"Fuck off." Gagnge breathed heavily and bucked back against Upshall. He could feel something hard against his ass and immediately knew what it was.
"Mmm, you know you want me." Scottie moaned in his ear and worked his hand down the front of Gagne's pants. He could feel his cock was halfway hard.
"Aww fuck..." Gagne felt Scottie wrap his warm hand around his cock and thrusted into it. "Oh, Scottie...." It felt so good to be touched. He might of hated the man right now for taking his glory last night, but the way his hand was working up and down his cock - he suddenly wondered if his mouth was just as good.
Gagne bucked back against Upshall, hard and by suprise, knocking him a little off balance. His hand left his pants and he watched Gagne turn around to face. Gagne sat back on the sofa and pulled Upshall down with him.
"Fuckin' suck it, asshole."
Upshall didn't like being told what to do. He threw a punch at Gagne and hit him in the nose. Blood peeked out on nostril and started dripping down over his mouth.
"Fuckin' beg for it."
Gagne rolled his head back and shut his eyes. His cock ached so much he didn't care. "Please, please...suck it. I want you to so bad, please..."
Upshall mouth was around his cock.
"Ahh! Fuck!" Gagne thrusted into his mouth and moaned. "Oh that feels so good..."
Upshall placed a fist around the bottom of Gagne's cock and worked his mouth and hand together in one motion. He sucked hard, his tongue twirling around the tip of the man's cock, tasting the sweet and salty pre-cum.
Gagne was close but he didn't want to come in Upshall's mouth. He wanted to fuck him.
"Move." He pushed Scottie off his cock and forced him to the floor. The towel was finally off Upshall's waist. "I'm gonna fuck you hard, Upshall." He breath heavily on the back of his neck and he pushed his jeans and boxers down to knees.
"Fuck no. I'm going to fuck you." Upshall moved but Gagne grabbed his shirt. He still pulled away, though, and a tearing sound echoed throughout the hotel room. Scottie stood up but Gagne was up a second later. Even with his jeans and boxers down around his ankles, Gagne was able to fight as they moved close to a small table that was waist high.
How ironic.
"No, I'm having your dick up my ass. I own you, Upshall, tonight. I'm fuckin you!"
Gange pushed Upshall down face first against the table, exposing his ass. Gagne spit into two fingers and entered them into Scottie.
"Oooh..." Scottie moaned and pushed back, causing the fingers to go deeper into his ass.
Gagne replaced his fingers with his cock and entered Upshall in one long thrust.
"Oh yeah, fuck me!" Upshall's cock was trapped against his stomach and the table. With every thrust his moved on his cock and the pressure felt so good. "See, I knew you wanted me..."
"Shut the fuck up." Gagne thrusted hard into Upshall, over and over and over...The table was making a lot of noise and he wondered if anyone could hear them. He also wondered when the hell Lupul was supposed to be back. Upshall grew tighter around his cock, and with the thought of getting caught Gagne was sent over the edge. "FUCK!"
Upshall felt Gagne fill him with his seed and soon he was coming himself. His own mess was dripped off his stomach and spread all over the table.
Gagne pulled out and headed over to the bathroom. He slammed the door shut and locked it. Upshall could only smirk and he grabbed his towel off the floor and wiped himself clean.
A couple minutes later, a dressed Scottie was watching Joffrey walked through the hotel door with two bags in his hands. The smell of sandwiches filled the air.
"Hey, I'm back."
"Good cause I'm starving."
Lupul placed the bags on top of the freshly cleaned table and started unloading the bags. As Scottie pulled a chair out and sat down. Gagne finally came walking out of the bathroom. He startled Lupul, who stopped what he was doing and stared at him.
"Uhh..." He looked at Scottie. "What's he doing here?"
Upshall caught the glare from Gagne and then smiled at Joff. "We settled our differences."
"Oh, okay." Joff watched as Gagne rolled his eyes and then headed out the door. When the door was shut and finally sat down at the table across from Upshall, it was then he notcied the drops of blood on the floor. "Um, Scottie?"
Upshall followed his stare and started to laugh.
"What's the blood from?"
Scottie proceeded to tell Joffrey what happened. As it turns out, it made a wonderful lunch conversation.
END!