Afternoon delight
Title: Afternoon delight
Characters/pairing: Marc Savard/Vladimir Sobotka
Rating: NC-17
Time: 2008/09 season
Summary: Marc won't let Vladdie take his pregame nap.
Author's note: PWP. Woke up with this in my head and it wouldn't go away.
Disclaimer: A fictional story written only for entertainment purposes.
Marc Savard reached out with one hand, tracing the line of Vladimir Sobotka's naked hip as the young Czech lay on the bed with his back to him. 'Marc...." Vladimir said in his best warning voice.
"What."
"You're supposed to be sleeping."
"Don't wanna sleep. How can I sleep with a naked Czech in my bed?"
"I always sleep naked."
"And it drives me fucking crazy."
"I'll go sleep in the other room," Vladimir started to get up. Marc's hand closed around his arm. "You're not going anywhere, Sobotka."
"You need rest."
"I'm not 80 years old, you know. Pregame naps are overrated anyway."
Vladimir giggled. "I'm tired."
"You are not. You're never tired. Fucking perpetual motion machine."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Hold still a minute, for crissakes."
Vladimir stilled. Marc scooted closer, then stuck a finger in his mouth, slipped his hand between Vladdie's legs, and shoved it up his ass, hard. Vladimir grunted loudly.
"Wanna fuck you, Vladdie," Marc whispered. Vladimir shivered, Marc crooked his finger. "Wanna fuck you hard. Wanna hear you scream." He smiled as Vladimir's skin broke out in goosebumps, and looked down to see the young Czech's cock rapidly swelling. He pulled his finger out and grabbed Vladdie's shaft. Sobotka gasped.
"My horny little Czech," Marc murmured, climbing atop Vladimir and kissing him, shoving his tongue into his mouth, then biting at his lips. "Always ready. I wanna fuck you in the shower. I wanna fuck you in the locker room. I wanna fuck you on the plane. I wanna rip your fucking uniform off and fuck you at center ice, 15,000 people cheering us on. I wanna fuck you all the fucking time." He sucked at Vladimir's throat, then moved down to his shoulders, biting at the hard muscles. Vladdie clutched at him, arcing his back, eyes closed in ecstacy. Marc sucked at his nipples, then ran his tongue over Vladimir's ribs, circled his navel, sucked on his protruding hip bones. Vladimir shoved his hips upward, and Marc paused for a moment to admire his rock-hard shaft.
"My God, you are fucking amazing," he said, then licked at the drop of precome leaking from Vladdie's opening before engulfing the shaft in his mouth. Vladimir cried out in Czech, his legs quivering, as Marc worked him over, smiling internally, feeling his own cock hardening almost to the point of pain.
He lifted his head and reached for the lube on the nightstand, filling his eyes with the sight of Vladdie on his back, legs open, chest heaving. Quickly lubing his cock, he slid his hands along the back of Sobotka's thighs, pushing his feet high in the air. Hooking Vladimir's knees over his shoulders, he squared up his cock and shoved, fast and hard, slamming in up to the hilt in one thrust.
"Huuunnnhh!" Vladimir cried, his eyes snapping open. "Savvy! Jesus! Oh God!" He grabbed at Marc, hands scrabbling for purchase, as Marc fucked him hard, rocking his body with each violent thrust. Vladimir squealed, cried, urged him on as Savvy hammered away, feeling the muscles in Vladdie's ass pulling him in, the ecstatic cries echoing in his ears. He was reaching for Vladimir's cock when it jerked hard on its own, shooting come onto Vladdie's chest as its owner hit a new register on the sound scale and his body shook so violently Marc was almost dislodged.
He clutched Vladimir's legs as his own orgasm hit him like a freight train, ramming his body as his cock emptied itself into Vladdie's ass. Their bodies shook in concert for a few moments before Marc's head slumped and he fell over, landing on the bed with a bounce as Vladdie pulled his leg aside. "Holy fucking shit," he said, and in seconds, he was asleep.
Vladimir rubbed his eyes and stretched his legs, wincing, then regarded his sleeping partner as he got up and fetched a towel. He checked the alarm clock, then climbed back into bed, covering them both with a blanket.
"Like I said, you need rest," he said, and fell asleep.
Characters/pairing: Marc Savard/Vladimir Sobotka
Rating: NC-17
Time: 2008/09 season
Summary: Marc won't let Vladdie take his pregame nap.
Author's note: PWP. Woke up with this in my head and it wouldn't go away.
Disclaimer: A fictional story written only for entertainment purposes.
Marc Savard reached out with one hand, tracing the line of Vladimir Sobotka's naked hip as the young Czech lay on the bed with his back to him. 'Marc...." Vladimir said in his best warning voice.
"What."
"You're supposed to be sleeping."
"Don't wanna sleep. How can I sleep with a naked Czech in my bed?"
"I always sleep naked."
"And it drives me fucking crazy."
"I'll go sleep in the other room," Vladimir started to get up. Marc's hand closed around his arm. "You're not going anywhere, Sobotka."
"You need rest."
"I'm not 80 years old, you know. Pregame naps are overrated anyway."
Vladimir giggled. "I'm tired."
"You are not. You're never tired. Fucking perpetual motion machine."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Hold still a minute, for crissakes."
Vladimir stilled. Marc scooted closer, then stuck a finger in his mouth, slipped his hand between Vladdie's legs, and shoved it up his ass, hard. Vladimir grunted loudly.
"Wanna fuck you, Vladdie," Marc whispered. Vladimir shivered, Marc crooked his finger. "Wanna fuck you hard. Wanna hear you scream." He smiled as Vladimir's skin broke out in goosebumps, and looked down to see the young Czech's cock rapidly swelling. He pulled his finger out and grabbed Vladdie's shaft. Sobotka gasped.
"My horny little Czech," Marc murmured, climbing atop Vladimir and kissing him, shoving his tongue into his mouth, then biting at his lips. "Always ready. I wanna fuck you in the shower. I wanna fuck you in the locker room. I wanna fuck you on the plane. I wanna rip your fucking uniform off and fuck you at center ice, 15,000 people cheering us on. I wanna fuck you all the fucking time." He sucked at Vladimir's throat, then moved down to his shoulders, biting at the hard muscles. Vladdie clutched at him, arcing his back, eyes closed in ecstacy. Marc sucked at his nipples, then ran his tongue over Vladimir's ribs, circled his navel, sucked on his protruding hip bones. Vladimir shoved his hips upward, and Marc paused for a moment to admire his rock-hard shaft.
"My God, you are fucking amazing," he said, then licked at the drop of precome leaking from Vladdie's opening before engulfing the shaft in his mouth. Vladimir cried out in Czech, his legs quivering, as Marc worked him over, smiling internally, feeling his own cock hardening almost to the point of pain.
He lifted his head and reached for the lube on the nightstand, filling his eyes with the sight of Vladdie on his back, legs open, chest heaving. Quickly lubing his cock, he slid his hands along the back of Sobotka's thighs, pushing his feet high in the air. Hooking Vladimir's knees over his shoulders, he squared up his cock and shoved, fast and hard, slamming in up to the hilt in one thrust.
"Huuunnnhh!" Vladimir cried, his eyes snapping open. "Savvy! Jesus! Oh God!" He grabbed at Marc, hands scrabbling for purchase, as Marc fucked him hard, rocking his body with each violent thrust. Vladimir squealed, cried, urged him on as Savvy hammered away, feeling the muscles in Vladdie's ass pulling him in, the ecstatic cries echoing in his ears. He was reaching for Vladimir's cock when it jerked hard on its own, shooting come onto Vladdie's chest as its owner hit a new register on the sound scale and his body shook so violently Marc was almost dislodged.
He clutched Vladimir's legs as his own orgasm hit him like a freight train, ramming his body as his cock emptied itself into Vladdie's ass. Their bodies shook in concert for a few moments before Marc's head slumped and he fell over, landing on the bed with a bounce as Vladdie pulled his leg aside. "Holy fucking shit," he said, and in seconds, he was asleep.
Vladimir rubbed his eyes and stretched his legs, wincing, then regarded his sleeping partner as he got up and fetched a towel. He checked the alarm clock, then climbed back into bed, covering them both with a blanket.
"Like I said, you need rest," he said, and fell asleep.