New Flyers fic
Title: Welcome to the NHL
Chapter: 1/1 - but there will be a sequel
Author: kelles
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Scottie Upshall/Claude Giroux (currently in the AHL ( Philadelphia Phantoms) but played a few games as a Flyer last year and will again), Mike Richards/Jeff Carter, implied Scottie/Joff
Disclaimer: Not real - never happened. I have no idea who Claude roomed with last year in Ottawa.
Summary: Takes place last year when Claude Giroux played his first NHL game in Ottawa last year. As fate would have it, Joffrey Lupul was on the long-term IR and he got assigned to room with the infamous Scottie Upshall who had a certain rep among rookies. But, Claude isn't nearly as innocent as he looks.
Credit/dedication: Thanks to savvyfan for her amazing beta work and editing.
Notes: under the cut
Notes: I've been wanting to write Claude Giroux in my Flyers fics for awhile. I've been following him since last year and this year I guess you could say I'm kind of obsessed with him. The Flyers drafted him in 2006 but he played in the Quebec Major Junior Hockey League till this year. He's probably known more for his play in the 2008 World Juniors than anything else. This is Claude Giroux.
The past few days had been crazy. First the phone call from the Flyers telling him he was being called up and to be in Ottawa for the game. Then the message telling him they couldn't call him up because it was against the NHL rules. Claude had been crushed. This was what he had been waiting for, his dream. This was why he had worked so hard, made so many sacrifices. Then, just as he thought all hope had been lost... the phone rang again. He was being called up. They wanted him in Ottawa to play his first NHL game.
By the time he got to the hotel, all of the guys were already settled into their rooms. It took him awhile before he found John Stephens, but he finally did. Johnny talked to him about the game, who he'd be playing with, and what time to be there. Claude was so excited he almost forgot to ask who he'd be rooming with. He was hoping it might be Danny but knew it was a long shot. He'd heard that Danny always shared a room with Marty. Simon of course had been out all season, so it wouldn't be him. "Coach? What room am I in?"
Stephens got a strange look on his face, as if he knew there was something wrong with what he was about to say. "210. You're rooming with Scottie Upshall."
Claude wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Part of him was turned on as all hell, excited beyond belief, thinking about all of those stories he heard. The other part? Terrified - thinking of those exact same stories. As he got closer to his room he heard voices and he felt… fuck, what did he feel? Disappointed? Hell, yeah, but also a little relieved.
He slid his card through the lock and opened the door. Mike Richards, Jeff Carter, and Scottie Upshall were all sitting on a bed engrossed in a deep conversation. Scottie’s eyes were on him immediately, shamelessly checking him out, a seductive smirk forming on his face.
“Oww!” Scottie yelled as Richards elbowed him and stood up to shake Claude’s hand.
“Don’t mind him. He doesn’t really eat rookies. Well, at least not until after the game.” Mike laughed and kicked Scottie. Upshall was still staring at Claude as though he was going to pounce on him at any moment. “I’m Mike Richards. You, you’re Claude, right?”
Claude smiled sheepishly, finally moving his eyes away from Scottie and towards Mike. “Yes, that’s me. Stephens told me this was my room.”
Mike’s eyes grew wide as he looked at Scottie. “Fuck, is Johnny crazy? Putting you in here with him... you’re a... a... rookie.”
Jeff laughed hysterically. “Listen, if you want, you can room with us.” He winked at Mike. “Me and Richie can share a bed and let you have the other one.”
“Fuck you both,” Scottie smiled at Claude again, but this one was friendly. “ I don’t know what you’ve heard, but not all the stories are true.”
Claude put his suitcase on the floor and sat down on the bed. “But some of them are?”
“Why don’t you tell him which ones are true?” Jeff chimed in.
“Fuck you, Carts.” Scottie threw a pillow at Jeff, then smirked at Claude. “Yeah, some of them are true.”
Claude smiled at Scottie, meeting his eyes for just a second. “Good,” he said quietly before going into the bathroom.
Scottie looked at Jeff and Mike, grinning like a Cheshire cat, repeating what Claude had said. “Good.”
“No fucking way,” Jeff protested. “So Lupes is on the IR and you’re still going to get laid tonight. Un-fucking-believable.”
“Why does that surprise you?” Mike asked, punching Jeff playfully. “No matter what, Scottie always gets laid. It’s like the unwritten rule of the universe." Jeff grabbed Richie’s wrist and bit it, hard.
“Fuck, will you stop it, Jeff?”
“You didn’t want me to stop biting you last night.”
Mike turned beet red and started to curse.
“Will you two take it to your room?” Scottie asked.
“What’s the matter, Scottie? Usually you want to watch.” Jeff ignored the glare Richie was giving him.
“You’re going to get Claude all distracted. He’s got to keep his mind on the game.” Scottie smiled at Claude, who had exited the bathroom in the midst of Jeff and Mike's exchange. “You guys should get back to your room so Claude can get ready. Don’t you two need to get ready?”
“We were going, but... you’re not going to do anything before the game, are you?” Mike asked Scottie. “Seriously, Claude, if you want to stay with us…”
“I’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s going to force me or anything.”
“Well, no,” Mike said. “Scottie’s done a lot of things but don’t think he’s ever…”
“I’ll be fine, you guys go.” Claude laughed at their concern. “Fuck, I’m not a kid.”
“You heard him,” Scottie said, pushing them both out.
“If change your mind, Claude. We’re two doors down - two doors.”
Claude lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, laughing at Mike and Jeff. He could feel Scottie’s eyes on him but kept his closed, afraid of what would happen if Scottie saw what was in his eyes. Scottie was right. He had to focus on the game right now. Anything else would have to wait until later.
“Why didn’t you take them up on their offer?” Scottie sat down his bed, his eyes on the TV.
“What? Stay with Mike and Jeff?“ He shrugged and grinned. “That would have felt weird because they are… you know.” He looked over at Scottie for a few moments. “Besides, I’d rather stay with you.”
“Why’s that?” Scottie asked, pretty sure he knew the answer already.
“I have a feeling,” Claude answered, grinning. “After the game tonight… you’ll be more fun.”
Scottie nearly choked on his bottled water. “You really should be careful, Claude.”
“Careful?”
“Yeah, careful. I told Stephens I’d be good, keep my distance from you. But if you’re going to flirt with me…”
“Fuck. Stephens, asked you that? I’m not a baby.”
“He’s just trying to protect you. Guess he thought I might distract you.”
“Fuck, no. It does piss me off he’d even mention it. I can take care of myself.”
Scottie grinned. “Maybe… I’m pretty good.”
“So I hear.” Claude grabbed a bottle from the mini-bar and glanced at Scottie. “But maybe I don’t want to be left alone.”
Scottie started to get up, his eyes locked on Claude, just about to make his move, when there was a knock on the door. They had fifteen minutes to get on the bus.
“Fuck!” They both answered at once, before erupting into laughter.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. Meeting the rest of the guys at practice was interesting. Was Scottie staring at him, licking his lips, or was he looking at one of the other guys? No, that “fuck me” look was meant just for him. He was sure of it. Claude looked away and shot a puck at the net. Fuck, talk about high and wide. It was nowhere near the net. If he played like this tonight, he’d be sent back down tomorrow. He took deep breath, closed his eyes, and shot again. That’s better. It didn’t go in but that was a damn good save. The shot probably would’ve got past his goalie in the Juniors.
Mike and Jeff were watching Claude when Scottie skated up. “You think he’ll be okay tonight?”
“He’ll be better if you stop looking at him like that.”
“Like what?” Scottie asked innocently.
“Like you want to nail him against the boards and fuck his brains out.”
“Well, I do.” Scottie grinned.
“Scottie, come on. Tonight’s important for him. Shit, when Joff’s not around, you’re even more of a bastard, aren’t you?”
“Am I?”
“Yeah, you are.” Jeff said. “I didn’t say it was bad. But you should back off a little with the kid. At least until after the game.” Jeff looked over at Claude, checking him out, not quite as obviously as Scottie. “Not that I can blame you. I sure wouldn’t mind -- oww, what the fuck, Mike?” He glared at Mike, rubbing his arm.
“You two are both bastards.” Mike glared at Jeff.
“What? I just said I wouldn’t mind… Scottie’s the one planning to seduce him.”
“Back off, Scottie.” Mike said. “You’re going to throw his game off if you keep looking at him like that, okay? After the game, in your room, I don’t care what the fuck you do.”
“You’re right, Richie. I just… couldn’t help myself. Didn’t expect him to be so hot.” He grinned, leaning in and lowering his voice. “And he wants me, too. I didn’t think he was into guys. It’s almost too easy.”
“Lucky bastard.” Jeff said.
“Luck, my dear Watson, has nothing to do with it.” He winked. “Seduction is pure skill.”
After practice Scottie didn’t give him “the look” and Claude was grateful for that. Scottie seemed to be avoiding him. Claude was beginning to wonder if he'd imagined those looks earlier. But then he remembered the conversation in the room. No, Scottie definitely wants me. He looked over and saw Mike talking to Upshall and it came to him. He saw them talking earlier, right before… right before the looks stopped. Mike and Jeff must have told him to back off. Ordinarily, another guy getting involved with his business would have pissed Claude off, but this time, it didn’t. First, it was Richards and he knew the guy’s intentions were good. Also, he was a little relieved Scottie wasn’t looking at him like that anymore. That look made it almost impossible to concentrate.
He started to skate off the ice when Scottie called out his name. “You looked pretty good today.”
“Do you mean my ass or my play?”
“Both,” Scottie leaned in close. “If you play good tonight, not real good, just don’t fuck up or anything, I’ll give you what you really want when we get back to the room.”
Before Claude could say anything -- yes, no, maybe -- Scottie skated off. “Fucker,” Claude muttered. Thanks a lot, Upshall. Now I got hard-on. He was grateful at that moment that he was a hockey player. The equipment and uniform hid his “problem.” If he was a baseball, football, or even a basketball player, he’d be so busted.
The game went well. Claude wondered if Scottie’s promise helped. He didn’t make any big plays, but he didn’t fuck up. The NHL was a lot tougher than he expected. He was better than a lot of his competitors in Juniors, but here? Claude felt overmatched. He was as quick as the other guys but most of them had him beat in strength. Claude knew what he’d be working on during the off-season. He would have to increase his strength a lot if he was going to succeed.
After the game, Scottie, Richie and Carts invited him out with some of the other guys to a bar in Ottawa to celebrate his first game in the NHL. Claude thought about turning down the invitation. He didn’t feel all that great about the game. He hadn’t even earned any points, but Scottie had insisted. A nd when Scottie wanted something he usually, no scratch that, he always, got it.
Claude was working on his third pint of a much-too-strong lager, and feeling no pain. He didn’t even notice when Scottie sat down next to him. He did, however, notice when he felt Scottie’s hand on his knee and the heat in Upshall’s eyes.
“Hey, how you feeling, rookie?”
“I’m feeling good,” Claude answered. He bit his lip when he felt Scottie’s hand moving slowly up his thigh. “I could be feeling better, though.”
“Hmm...? Bet I could help you with that.” Scottie squeezed.
“Oh? Bet you’d like that. I've heard the stories.”
“Bet you have, but most of them aren’t true.” Scottie leaned forward and whispered in Claude ear. “ ‘Cept one.”
“I shouldn’t ask this. I must be stupid as hell but I just can’t… resist. Which one?” Claude asked, almost whispering.
“I... eat... rookies,” Scottie whispered, deliberately drawing out each word.
“Fuck,” Claude whispered.
“Did you hear me?”
Claude nodded nervously, a soft moan escaping his lips as Scottie moved his hand up his leg, squeezing again, only inches away from his hard cock. “Uhhhuhh.”
“Want to know why?” Scottie didn’t wait for Claude to answer. He knew he had the rookie just where he wanted him. “Rookies are just so fucking delicious.” He grinned as he saw the effect his words were having. Claude was holding his breath and the bulge in his pants was growing. Sometimes, it was just too fucking easy.
“You all right, Claude?” Richards looked at the two of them with concern, noting exactly where Scottie’s hand was. He started to say something but was interrupted by Jeff, who put an arm around him and whispered something that turned Mike’s face completely red. “I- I- I… Jeff, just wait.”
“He’s fine, Mike. Don’t worry," Scottie said. "I’ll take care of my roomie. You should go take care of yours.”
Jeff’s lips were on Mike’s neck, his hands slipping under Mike’s shirt. Claude didn’t know what turned him on more - watching the two of them or Scottie’s hand squeezing his thigh.
“You ready to go? I can grab a bottle of wine to take back to our room if you want… I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” He waited for Claude to nod, walked over to Mike and Jeff, and tapped Mike on the shoulder, ignoring Jeff’s death glare. “Richie, we’re going to head back to the room. I did what you said. Backed off him till we played the game.”
Mike shook his head. “You don’t have any shame, do you?”
“Not one fucking bit.” He put his arm around Richie and whispered in his ear. “Admit it. You wouldn’t want me any other way.” Scottie didn’t wait for an answer. He walked to the bar, bought a couple of bottles of French Champagne, and told Claude it was time to go. The real fun was only just beginning.
Scottie behaved himself on the way back to the hotel for the most part. He still was giving Claude those looks, licking his lips, sending shivers down the rookie’s spine. And there were the innocent touches. His hand on the small of Claude’s back, almost touching his ass but not quite. Scottie’s leg brushing up against his so slow it had to be deliberate.
Claude was almost relieved when they made it back to the room. He didn’t think he could take another minute of the sexual tension before he lost his fucking mind. Claude kicked off his shoes, sat down on his bed, and slipped off his suit jacket and tie, watching Scottie pour.
“Richards was really worried about you coming back here with me. I think he might like you.” Scottie handed him a glass of champagne. He stood still, staring at Claude.
“He shouldn’t be. I can take care of myself.” He grinned, taking the glass. “He doesn’t fucking like me... not like that.”
Scottie sat down on the bed next to Claude, unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his tie.“Why the fuck wouldn’t he?”
“Huh?” Claude couldn’t take his eyes off Scottie. The winger was so gorgeous he almost took his breath away.
Scottie put his drink down on the nightstand and leaned in close to Claude’s ear. “You’re hot as hell, dumbass.” He locked his eyes on Claude, licked his lips, and started to unbutton the rookie’s shirt. “I can’t wait to fuck you, suck your cock.”
“Mmm… fuck.” Claude moaned. Was it possible to have an orgasm from just words? Scottie’s voice was so smooth, his breath so hot in his ear.
Scottie didn’t waste another second. He brushed his lips against Claude’s and kissed him, soft and slow. The rookie moaned softly as Scottie slid his fingers down his chest, tracing over his taut muscles. “So fucking hot and you don’t even know it, do you?”
“I know it. Want you to show me.” Claude grinned and pulled off Scottie’s shirt. He sucked along Scottie’s jaw, scraping teeth against his skin. Claude smiled against Upshall’s neck when he heard him moan. He wanted to hear more. He slid his fingers in Scottie’s hair, tugging on it, and sucking on his neck hard. The harder he sucked on Upshall’s neck, the louder the veteran moaned.
“Oh hell yeah, that feels fucking good.” Claude’s mouth felt incredible on his neck. He let the rookie have his fun for awhile, until he couldn’t take it anymore. As good as this felt, Scottie had a feeling it would not be long at all. He looked down at Claude when it hit him. This rookie was not nearly as innocent as he looked.
Claude was fumbling with the zipper on Scottie’s pants when everything changed. Scottie pushed him away and pinned him to the bed. “Fucking want you. Now.” Scottie’s mouth was on him, soft, beautiful lips, kissing, sucking, biting the skin on his chest, stomach, and ribs. It felt almost too good. He looked down and watched Scottie unzip his pants.
Scottie pulled off Claude’s pants and bit his thigh, his eyes still locked on the rookie. “Mmm... rookies are so fucking good.” He slid his tongue up Claude’s length, pressing hard, licking the cock head. Claude rocked his hips up, watching as Scottie licked a few drops of pre-cum from his cock. “Please. Oh. Please. Oh. Please.”
“Want me to suck you?”
Claude nodded, nervously biting his lips, wondering if he ever needed a blow job so fucking much. Scottie grinned evilly, taking Claude's cock in slowly, twirling his tongue along his length. He sucked him slow, taking the rookie’s cock in deep. “Oh god, that feels so…” Scottie went deeper until Claude felt his cock head hit his throat. He grabbed Scottie’s head, rocked his hips, and pushed himself deeper down Scottie’s throat. He almost came when he felt Scottie clench his throat muscles around him.
Then Scottie slipped a finger inside Claude’s ass, making the rookie yelp. “Fuck, I’m gonna…” But he didn’t come just yet. Scottie fucked the rookie with his fingers, getting him ready for what was to come as Claude fucked his mouth.
Upshall would never admit it to anyone but he loved sucking cock. Loved the way it felt when a big cock was rammed down his throat. He was so turned on he thought he might come before the rookie did.
Claude didn’t know what felt better. Scottie’s fingers fucking his ass or fucking Upshall’s mouth. Don’t think, just feel. The orgasm took him by surprise; he came hard and fast, spurting into Scottie’s throa, grinding against his fingers, screaming so loud he wondered what the rest of the team would say tomorrow at practice. He had feeling it wouldn’t be the first time the team heard unusual noises coming from Upshall’s room.
Scottie moved his fingers inside of Claude as the rookie came, prolonging the orgasm, watching him closely. He loved the way Claude looked, moaning his name. The kid looked too fucking hot, writhing on the bed and moaning his name. He lay down next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist when it was over.
“Fuck, that was incredible.”
“Welcome to the NHL, Claude.”
“I think I’m going to like it.” He smiled, stroking Scottie's hair. “We’re not... done yet, are we?”
“Hell no, we’re just getting started. It’s my turn now.” Scottie grabbed a small bottle of lube and a condom from the nightstand. “So you’re not a virgin, are you?”
“Hell no.”
“Just making sure.” Scottie grinned. “Didn’t know if I should take it easy on you or not.”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Take it easy on me. Fuck me as hard as you want.”
“So you like it rough?” Scottie asked, smiling slowly.
“Fucking love it. The rougher, the better.”
“Fuck, Claude. I think you’re going to fit in great on our team.”
“I hope so. Now are we going to talk all night or…”
“Hell no.” Scottie stroked his dick for a few seconds, getting hard again, and slipped on the condom, watching Claude avidly.
Claude pulled away from Scottie and whispered in his ear. “Stop teasing me, Ups. Fucking want, fucking need you now.”
Scottie smirked and pushed the younger man down on the bed. "Hope you’re ready, Claude, because I’m not going easy on you.” He climbed between Claude’s legs, pushed his knees up and licked his own lips. Then he locked his eyes on Claude’s as he slammed his cock into his ass, hard.
Claude wrapped his legs around Scottie’s hips, pulling his body down and bringing his cock in deep. Scottie grinned. He’s not lying. This isn’t his first time. He pounded into Claude’s ass hard, not holding back at all. “Oh fuck! So tight…”
Scottie fucked him hard, grinding against his prostate, hitting just the right spot. Claude slipped his hands around Scottie’s neck and pulled him close for a hard, rough kiss, scraping his teeth against his lower lip. “Harder, Scottie. Fuck me hard as you can,” Claude begged, his voice ragged.
He moaned as Scottie complied, their hips slamming together. Scottie moaned into Claude’s mouth and wrapped his hand around the rookie’s cock, stroking him hard and fast. Claude screamed Scottie’s name as he came hard, spurting into Scottie’s hand. Scottie was still fucking him, grinding inside him, and Claude rocked his hips. Was he still coming?
“Oh fuck!” Scottie thrust a few more times and came violently. He collapsed on the bed next to Claude, taking off the condom and throwing it to the floor. Scottie wrapped his arm around the rookie, resting his head on Claude’s shoulder, and fell asleep almost immediately.
The ringing of the hotel room phone woke Scottie up. He looked over and saw that his roomie was still sleeping.
“Hey.”
“How come you didn’t answer your cell? I’ve been calling all morning.”
“Hey, Joff.” Scottie reached under the covers and stroked Claude’s ass, stirring the rookie awake. “How’s your ankle?”
“Sore as hell. When are you guys getting back? I really need to get laid.”
“That’s all you want me for. My cock.” Scottie teased as he stared at Claude’s bare ass. So fucking tempting.
“Fuck you. Wait, I can tell. You got laid last night, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah. Don’t I usually?”
“Who did you fuck? Richie? Carts? Both of them?”
“Fuck, no. I think they’re only fucking each other these days.”
“Who?”
“A rookie,” Scottie answered quietly.
“Man, you have no shame, Ups.”
“Aww, c’mon Lupes. You know how delicious rookies are.”
“Fuck you. I taste better.”
“Maybe. I don't know. He tasted pretty damn good. Maybe you need to remind me.”
“Fuck you, Ups.”
“I’ll see you soon, Lupes.”
Scottie looked at Claude and knew he couldn’t resist. He had about an hour to kill. And he just had to have another taste. The right-winger climbed between the rookie’s legs, and took his half-hard cock into his mouth. Mmm… nothing tasted as good as a rookie in the morning.
Chapter: 1/1 - but there will be a sequel
Author: kelles
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Scottie Upshall/Claude Giroux (currently in the AHL ( Philadelphia Phantoms) but played a few games as a Flyer last year and will again), Mike Richards/Jeff Carter, implied Scottie/Joff
Disclaimer: Not real - never happened. I have no idea who Claude roomed with last year in Ottawa.
Summary: Takes place last year when Claude Giroux played his first NHL game in Ottawa last year. As fate would have it, Joffrey Lupul was on the long-term IR and he got assigned to room with the infamous Scottie Upshall who had a certain rep among rookies. But, Claude isn't nearly as innocent as he looks.
Credit/dedication: Thanks to savvyfan for her amazing beta work and editing.
Notes: under the cut
Notes: I've been wanting to write Claude Giroux in my Flyers fics for awhile. I've been following him since last year and this year I guess you could say I'm kind of obsessed with him. The Flyers drafted him in 2006 but he played in the Quebec Major Junior Hockey League till this year. He's probably known more for his play in the 2008 World Juniors than anything else. This is Claude Giroux.
The past few days had been crazy. First the phone call from the Flyers telling him he was being called up and to be in Ottawa for the game. Then the message telling him they couldn't call him up because it was against the NHL rules. Claude had been crushed. This was what he had been waiting for, his dream. This was why he had worked so hard, made so many sacrifices. Then, just as he thought all hope had been lost... the phone rang again. He was being called up. They wanted him in Ottawa to play his first NHL game.
By the time he got to the hotel, all of the guys were already settled into their rooms. It took him awhile before he found John Stephens, but he finally did. Johnny talked to him about the game, who he'd be playing with, and what time to be there. Claude was so excited he almost forgot to ask who he'd be rooming with. He was hoping it might be Danny but knew it was a long shot. He'd heard that Danny always shared a room with Marty. Simon of course had been out all season, so it wouldn't be him. "Coach? What room am I in?"
Stephens got a strange look on his face, as if he knew there was something wrong with what he was about to say. "210. You're rooming with Scottie Upshall."
Claude wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Part of him was turned on as all hell, excited beyond belief, thinking about all of those stories he heard. The other part? Terrified - thinking of those exact same stories. As he got closer to his room he heard voices and he felt… fuck, what did he feel? Disappointed? Hell, yeah, but also a little relieved.
He slid his card through the lock and opened the door. Mike Richards, Jeff Carter, and Scottie Upshall were all sitting on a bed engrossed in a deep conversation. Scottie’s eyes were on him immediately, shamelessly checking him out, a seductive smirk forming on his face.
“Oww!” Scottie yelled as Richards elbowed him and stood up to shake Claude’s hand.
“Don’t mind him. He doesn’t really eat rookies. Well, at least not until after the game.” Mike laughed and kicked Scottie. Upshall was still staring at Claude as though he was going to pounce on him at any moment. “I’m Mike Richards. You, you’re Claude, right?”
Claude smiled sheepishly, finally moving his eyes away from Scottie and towards Mike. “Yes, that’s me. Stephens told me this was my room.”
Mike’s eyes grew wide as he looked at Scottie. “Fuck, is Johnny crazy? Putting you in here with him... you’re a... a... rookie.”
Jeff laughed hysterically. “Listen, if you want, you can room with us.” He winked at Mike. “Me and Richie can share a bed and let you have the other one.”
“Fuck you both,” Scottie smiled at Claude again, but this one was friendly. “ I don’t know what you’ve heard, but not all the stories are true.”
Claude put his suitcase on the floor and sat down on the bed. “But some of them are?”
“Why don’t you tell him which ones are true?” Jeff chimed in.
“Fuck you, Carts.” Scottie threw a pillow at Jeff, then smirked at Claude. “Yeah, some of them are true.”
Claude smiled at Scottie, meeting his eyes for just a second. “Good,” he said quietly before going into the bathroom.
Scottie looked at Jeff and Mike, grinning like a Cheshire cat, repeating what Claude had said. “Good.”
“No fucking way,” Jeff protested. “So Lupes is on the IR and you’re still going to get laid tonight. Un-fucking-believable.”
“Why does that surprise you?” Mike asked, punching Jeff playfully. “No matter what, Scottie always gets laid. It’s like the unwritten rule of the universe." Jeff grabbed Richie’s wrist and bit it, hard.
“Fuck, will you stop it, Jeff?”
“You didn’t want me to stop biting you last night.”
Mike turned beet red and started to curse.
“Will you two take it to your room?” Scottie asked.
“What’s the matter, Scottie? Usually you want to watch.” Jeff ignored the glare Richie was giving him.
“You’re going to get Claude all distracted. He’s got to keep his mind on the game.” Scottie smiled at Claude, who had exited the bathroom in the midst of Jeff and Mike's exchange. “You guys should get back to your room so Claude can get ready. Don’t you two need to get ready?”
“We were going, but... you’re not going to do anything before the game, are you?” Mike asked Scottie. “Seriously, Claude, if you want to stay with us…”
“I’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s going to force me or anything.”
“Well, no,” Mike said. “Scottie’s done a lot of things but don’t think he’s ever…”
“I’ll be fine, you guys go.” Claude laughed at their concern. “Fuck, I’m not a kid.”
“You heard him,” Scottie said, pushing them both out.
“If change your mind, Claude. We’re two doors down - two doors.”
Claude lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, laughing at Mike and Jeff. He could feel Scottie’s eyes on him but kept his closed, afraid of what would happen if Scottie saw what was in his eyes. Scottie was right. He had to focus on the game right now. Anything else would have to wait until later.
“Why didn’t you take them up on their offer?” Scottie sat down his bed, his eyes on the TV.
“What? Stay with Mike and Jeff?“ He shrugged and grinned. “That would have felt weird because they are… you know.” He looked over at Scottie for a few moments. “Besides, I’d rather stay with you.”
“Why’s that?” Scottie asked, pretty sure he knew the answer already.
“I have a feeling,” Claude answered, grinning. “After the game tonight… you’ll be more fun.”
Scottie nearly choked on his bottled water. “You really should be careful, Claude.”
“Careful?”
“Yeah, careful. I told Stephens I’d be good, keep my distance from you. But if you’re going to flirt with me…”
“Fuck. Stephens, asked you that? I’m not a baby.”
“He’s just trying to protect you. Guess he thought I might distract you.”
“Fuck, no. It does piss me off he’d even mention it. I can take care of myself.”
Scottie grinned. “Maybe… I’m pretty good.”
“So I hear.” Claude grabbed a bottle from the mini-bar and glanced at Scottie. “But maybe I don’t want to be left alone.”
Scottie started to get up, his eyes locked on Claude, just about to make his move, when there was a knock on the door. They had fifteen minutes to get on the bus.
“Fuck!” They both answered at once, before erupting into laughter.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. Meeting the rest of the guys at practice was interesting. Was Scottie staring at him, licking his lips, or was he looking at one of the other guys? No, that “fuck me” look was meant just for him. He was sure of it. Claude looked away and shot a puck at the net. Fuck, talk about high and wide. It was nowhere near the net. If he played like this tonight, he’d be sent back down tomorrow. He took deep breath, closed his eyes, and shot again. That’s better. It didn’t go in but that was a damn good save. The shot probably would’ve got past his goalie in the Juniors.
Mike and Jeff were watching Claude when Scottie skated up. “You think he’ll be okay tonight?”
“He’ll be better if you stop looking at him like that.”
“Like what?” Scottie asked innocently.
“Like you want to nail him against the boards and fuck his brains out.”
“Well, I do.” Scottie grinned.
“Scottie, come on. Tonight’s important for him. Shit, when Joff’s not around, you’re even more of a bastard, aren’t you?”
“Am I?”
“Yeah, you are.” Jeff said. “I didn’t say it was bad. But you should back off a little with the kid. At least until after the game.” Jeff looked over at Claude, checking him out, not quite as obviously as Scottie. “Not that I can blame you. I sure wouldn’t mind -- oww, what the fuck, Mike?” He glared at Mike, rubbing his arm.
“You two are both bastards.” Mike glared at Jeff.
“What? I just said I wouldn’t mind… Scottie’s the one planning to seduce him.”
“Back off, Scottie.” Mike said. “You’re going to throw his game off if you keep looking at him like that, okay? After the game, in your room, I don’t care what the fuck you do.”
“You’re right, Richie. I just… couldn’t help myself. Didn’t expect him to be so hot.” He grinned, leaning in and lowering his voice. “And he wants me, too. I didn’t think he was into guys. It’s almost too easy.”
“Lucky bastard.” Jeff said.
“Luck, my dear Watson, has nothing to do with it.” He winked. “Seduction is pure skill.”
After practice Scottie didn’t give him “the look” and Claude was grateful for that. Scottie seemed to be avoiding him. Claude was beginning to wonder if he'd imagined those looks earlier. But then he remembered the conversation in the room. No, Scottie definitely wants me. He looked over and saw Mike talking to Upshall and it came to him. He saw them talking earlier, right before… right before the looks stopped. Mike and Jeff must have told him to back off. Ordinarily, another guy getting involved with his business would have pissed Claude off, but this time, it didn’t. First, it was Richards and he knew the guy’s intentions were good. Also, he was a little relieved Scottie wasn’t looking at him like that anymore. That look made it almost impossible to concentrate.
He started to skate off the ice when Scottie called out his name. “You looked pretty good today.”
“Do you mean my ass or my play?”
“Both,” Scottie leaned in close. “If you play good tonight, not real good, just don’t fuck up or anything, I’ll give you what you really want when we get back to the room.”
Before Claude could say anything -- yes, no, maybe -- Scottie skated off. “Fucker,” Claude muttered. Thanks a lot, Upshall. Now I got hard-on. He was grateful at that moment that he was a hockey player. The equipment and uniform hid his “problem.” If he was a baseball, football, or even a basketball player, he’d be so busted.
The game went well. Claude wondered if Scottie’s promise helped. He didn’t make any big plays, but he didn’t fuck up. The NHL was a lot tougher than he expected. He was better than a lot of his competitors in Juniors, but here? Claude felt overmatched. He was as quick as the other guys but most of them had him beat in strength. Claude knew what he’d be working on during the off-season. He would have to increase his strength a lot if he was going to succeed.
After the game, Scottie, Richie and Carts invited him out with some of the other guys to a bar in Ottawa to celebrate his first game in the NHL. Claude thought about turning down the invitation. He didn’t feel all that great about the game. He hadn’t even earned any points, but Scottie had insisted. A nd when Scottie wanted something he usually, no scratch that, he always, got it.
Claude was working on his third pint of a much-too-strong lager, and feeling no pain. He didn’t even notice when Scottie sat down next to him. He did, however, notice when he felt Scottie’s hand on his knee and the heat in Upshall’s eyes.
“Hey, how you feeling, rookie?”
“I’m feeling good,” Claude answered. He bit his lip when he felt Scottie’s hand moving slowly up his thigh. “I could be feeling better, though.”
“Hmm...? Bet I could help you with that.” Scottie squeezed.
“Oh? Bet you’d like that. I've heard the stories.”
“Bet you have, but most of them aren’t true.” Scottie leaned forward and whispered in Claude ear. “ ‘Cept one.”
“I shouldn’t ask this. I must be stupid as hell but I just can’t… resist. Which one?” Claude asked, almost whispering.
“I... eat... rookies,” Scottie whispered, deliberately drawing out each word.
“Fuck,” Claude whispered.
“Did you hear me?”
Claude nodded nervously, a soft moan escaping his lips as Scottie moved his hand up his leg, squeezing again, only inches away from his hard cock. “Uhhhuhh.”
“Want to know why?” Scottie didn’t wait for Claude to answer. He knew he had the rookie just where he wanted him. “Rookies are just so fucking delicious.” He grinned as he saw the effect his words were having. Claude was holding his breath and the bulge in his pants was growing. Sometimes, it was just too fucking easy.
“You all right, Claude?” Richards looked at the two of them with concern, noting exactly where Scottie’s hand was. He started to say something but was interrupted by Jeff, who put an arm around him and whispered something that turned Mike’s face completely red. “I- I- I… Jeff, just wait.”
“He’s fine, Mike. Don’t worry," Scottie said. "I’ll take care of my roomie. You should go take care of yours.”
Jeff’s lips were on Mike’s neck, his hands slipping under Mike’s shirt. Claude didn’t know what turned him on more - watching the two of them or Scottie’s hand squeezing his thigh.
“You ready to go? I can grab a bottle of wine to take back to our room if you want… I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” He waited for Claude to nod, walked over to Mike and Jeff, and tapped Mike on the shoulder, ignoring Jeff’s death glare. “Richie, we’re going to head back to the room. I did what you said. Backed off him till we played the game.”
Mike shook his head. “You don’t have any shame, do you?”
“Not one fucking bit.” He put his arm around Richie and whispered in his ear. “Admit it. You wouldn’t want me any other way.” Scottie didn’t wait for an answer. He walked to the bar, bought a couple of bottles of French Champagne, and told Claude it was time to go. The real fun was only just beginning.
Scottie behaved himself on the way back to the hotel for the most part. He still was giving Claude those looks, licking his lips, sending shivers down the rookie’s spine. And there were the innocent touches. His hand on the small of Claude’s back, almost touching his ass but not quite. Scottie’s leg brushing up against his so slow it had to be deliberate.
Claude was almost relieved when they made it back to the room. He didn’t think he could take another minute of the sexual tension before he lost his fucking mind. Claude kicked off his shoes, sat down on his bed, and slipped off his suit jacket and tie, watching Scottie pour.
“Richards was really worried about you coming back here with me. I think he might like you.” Scottie handed him a glass of champagne. He stood still, staring at Claude.
“He shouldn’t be. I can take care of myself.” He grinned, taking the glass. “He doesn’t fucking like me... not like that.”
Scottie sat down on the bed next to Claude, unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his tie.“Why the fuck wouldn’t he?”
“Huh?” Claude couldn’t take his eyes off Scottie. The winger was so gorgeous he almost took his breath away.
Scottie put his drink down on the nightstand and leaned in close to Claude’s ear. “You’re hot as hell, dumbass.” He locked his eyes on Claude, licked his lips, and started to unbutton the rookie’s shirt. “I can’t wait to fuck you, suck your cock.”
“Mmm… fuck.” Claude moaned. Was it possible to have an orgasm from just words? Scottie’s voice was so smooth, his breath so hot in his ear.
Scottie didn’t waste another second. He brushed his lips against Claude’s and kissed him, soft and slow. The rookie moaned softly as Scottie slid his fingers down his chest, tracing over his taut muscles. “So fucking hot and you don’t even know it, do you?”
“I know it. Want you to show me.” Claude grinned and pulled off Scottie’s shirt. He sucked along Scottie’s jaw, scraping teeth against his skin. Claude smiled against Upshall’s neck when he heard him moan. He wanted to hear more. He slid his fingers in Scottie’s hair, tugging on it, and sucking on his neck hard. The harder he sucked on Upshall’s neck, the louder the veteran moaned.
“Oh hell yeah, that feels fucking good.” Claude’s mouth felt incredible on his neck. He let the rookie have his fun for awhile, until he couldn’t take it anymore. As good as this felt, Scottie had a feeling it would not be long at all. He looked down at Claude when it hit him. This rookie was not nearly as innocent as he looked.
Claude was fumbling with the zipper on Scottie’s pants when everything changed. Scottie pushed him away and pinned him to the bed. “Fucking want you. Now.” Scottie’s mouth was on him, soft, beautiful lips, kissing, sucking, biting the skin on his chest, stomach, and ribs. It felt almost too good. He looked down and watched Scottie unzip his pants.
Scottie pulled off Claude’s pants and bit his thigh, his eyes still locked on the rookie. “Mmm... rookies are so fucking good.” He slid his tongue up Claude’s length, pressing hard, licking the cock head. Claude rocked his hips up, watching as Scottie licked a few drops of pre-cum from his cock. “Please. Oh. Please. Oh. Please.”
“Want me to suck you?”
Claude nodded, nervously biting his lips, wondering if he ever needed a blow job so fucking much. Scottie grinned evilly, taking Claude's cock in slowly, twirling his tongue along his length. He sucked him slow, taking the rookie’s cock in deep. “Oh god, that feels so…” Scottie went deeper until Claude felt his cock head hit his throat. He grabbed Scottie’s head, rocked his hips, and pushed himself deeper down Scottie’s throat. He almost came when he felt Scottie clench his throat muscles around him.
Then Scottie slipped a finger inside Claude’s ass, making the rookie yelp. “Fuck, I’m gonna…” But he didn’t come just yet. Scottie fucked the rookie with his fingers, getting him ready for what was to come as Claude fucked his mouth.
Upshall would never admit it to anyone but he loved sucking cock. Loved the way it felt when a big cock was rammed down his throat. He was so turned on he thought he might come before the rookie did.
Claude didn’t know what felt better. Scottie’s fingers fucking his ass or fucking Upshall’s mouth. Don’t think, just feel. The orgasm took him by surprise; he came hard and fast, spurting into Scottie’s throa, grinding against his fingers, screaming so loud he wondered what the rest of the team would say tomorrow at practice. He had feeling it wouldn’t be the first time the team heard unusual noises coming from Upshall’s room.
Scottie moved his fingers inside of Claude as the rookie came, prolonging the orgasm, watching him closely. He loved the way Claude looked, moaning his name. The kid looked too fucking hot, writhing on the bed and moaning his name. He lay down next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist when it was over.
“Fuck, that was incredible.”
“Welcome to the NHL, Claude.”
“I think I’m going to like it.” He smiled, stroking Scottie's hair. “We’re not... done yet, are we?”
“Hell no, we’re just getting started. It’s my turn now.” Scottie grabbed a small bottle of lube and a condom from the nightstand. “So you’re not a virgin, are you?”
“Hell no.”
“Just making sure.” Scottie grinned. “Didn’t know if I should take it easy on you or not.”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Take it easy on me. Fuck me as hard as you want.”
“So you like it rough?” Scottie asked, smiling slowly.
“Fucking love it. The rougher, the better.”
“Fuck, Claude. I think you’re going to fit in great on our team.”
“I hope so. Now are we going to talk all night or…”
“Hell no.” Scottie stroked his dick for a few seconds, getting hard again, and slipped on the condom, watching Claude avidly.
Claude pulled away from Scottie and whispered in his ear. “Stop teasing me, Ups. Fucking want, fucking need you now.”
Scottie smirked and pushed the younger man down on the bed. "Hope you’re ready, Claude, because I’m not going easy on you.” He climbed between Claude’s legs, pushed his knees up and licked his own lips. Then he locked his eyes on Claude’s as he slammed his cock into his ass, hard.
Claude wrapped his legs around Scottie’s hips, pulling his body down and bringing his cock in deep. Scottie grinned. He’s not lying. This isn’t his first time. He pounded into Claude’s ass hard, not holding back at all. “Oh fuck! So tight…”
Scottie fucked him hard, grinding against his prostate, hitting just the right spot. Claude slipped his hands around Scottie’s neck and pulled him close for a hard, rough kiss, scraping his teeth against his lower lip. “Harder, Scottie. Fuck me hard as you can,” Claude begged, his voice ragged.
He moaned as Scottie complied, their hips slamming together. Scottie moaned into Claude’s mouth and wrapped his hand around the rookie’s cock, stroking him hard and fast. Claude screamed Scottie’s name as he came hard, spurting into Scottie’s hand. Scottie was still fucking him, grinding inside him, and Claude rocked his hips. Was he still coming?
“Oh fuck!” Scottie thrust a few more times and came violently. He collapsed on the bed next to Claude, taking off the condom and throwing it to the floor. Scottie wrapped his arm around the rookie, resting his head on Claude’s shoulder, and fell asleep almost immediately.
The ringing of the hotel room phone woke Scottie up. He looked over and saw that his roomie was still sleeping.
“Hey.”
“How come you didn’t answer your cell? I’ve been calling all morning.”
“Hey, Joff.” Scottie reached under the covers and stroked Claude’s ass, stirring the rookie awake. “How’s your ankle?”
“Sore as hell. When are you guys getting back? I really need to get laid.”
“That’s all you want me for. My cock.” Scottie teased as he stared at Claude’s bare ass. So fucking tempting.
“Fuck you. Wait, I can tell. You got laid last night, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah. Don’t I usually?”
“Who did you fuck? Richie? Carts? Both of them?”
“Fuck, no. I think they’re only fucking each other these days.”
“Who?”
“A rookie,” Scottie answered quietly.
“Man, you have no shame, Ups.”
“Aww, c’mon Lupes. You know how delicious rookies are.”
“Fuck you. I taste better.”
“Maybe. I don't know. He tasted pretty damn good. Maybe you need to remind me.”
“Fuck you, Ups.”
“I’ll see you soon, Lupes.”
Scottie looked at Claude and knew he couldn’t resist. He had about an hour to kill. And he just had to have another taste. The right-winger climbed between the rookie’s legs, and took his half-hard cock into his mouth. Mmm… nothing tasted as good as a rookie in the morning.