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Title: Pass & Fake It (prt. 2)
Rating: overall, NC-17
Team: Minnesota Wild James Sheppard/Niklas Backstrom
Summary: James is rookied and Niklas gets pissed. Almost rape/mentions of rape.
Disclamer: I wish I did own them, but I dont. Life isnt fair sometimes.
Note: This takes place during the 2007/08 season. No real set time.
“Please-no stop!”
“James?”
“No-” Niklas heard a sob and sat up.
“My James?”
He got no answer and clicked on the bedside lamp.
Like many nights before, like last night, James lay in the bed across the room, thrashing and breathing harshly.
Niklas made his way over to James’ side.
“Please-”
“James,” Niklas touched his arm.
A sob.
“My James,” Niklas said louder, gently shaking his shoulder, “Please, my James.”
James snapped awake, saw the silhouette of a man standing over him, and dove off the other side of the bed, onto the floor.
“My James,” Niklas moved to couch before him.
“Nik?” he squeaked.
“Yes, baby, your Nik.”
James flung his body forward, colliding with him in the mid-stomach.
“Hush, hush. You know you are safe,” Niklas picked him up, laying him back in his own bed. “Let me turn off the lamp, then I will hold you, yes?”
“Yeah, please,” James nodded, hesitantly letting him go.
Niklas was across the room in three steps and back in less.
He lay down on the side closest to the door, gathering James into his arms protectively and slowly rubbed up and down his back and neck.
James leaned up and kissed him, Niklas let his tongue slide out and glide over his bottom lip. James opened his mouth obediently.
It was like the kiss earlier that day. James went blank of everything except for the way Niklas held him, the way Niklas tongue felt on his, and how good it felt to press on his chest.
Niklas was suddenly straddling him and he couldn’t breathe. He was dumb, dumb, dumb! Why else would an amazing goaltender, an even more amazing person, want to get to know him? Niklas mouth left his. All he could do was stare up in wide-eyed horror.
“All you must do, my James, is say ‘stop’, if I do some action dat scares you or gives you an uncomfortable feeling.”
“Stop… please?”
Niklas toppled to the side, then pulled James back to his chest. “No ‘please’ is needed. I do not want to hurt you, my James, or scare you, or make you do someting you do not want to be doing with me.”
“It’s not you. I’d love to do… stuff… with you, but-”
“It is all okay, my James. I understand. We go home tomorrow and I tink we should sleep, yes?”
“Yeah, sleep,” James snorted.
“Put your face to my neck,” Niklas told him. James rolled onto his side and put his face in the crook of his neck and nuzzled him.
Niklas hands came up to rest in his hair and around his waist.
“Okay, yeah, this is good,” James piped after a minute of laying in silence.
“Dat is good. I just want you happy. Now, rest.”
“Night, Nik.”
“Goodnight, my James.”
James fell asleep almost right away, breathing in the Finn’s dark, rich sent. Niklas kept himself awake to watch over him. Eventually though, with James warm breath on his chest, he fell asleep, too.
Rating: overall, NC-17
Team: Minnesota Wild James Sheppard/Niklas Backstrom
Summary: James is rookied and Niklas gets pissed. Almost rape/mentions of rape.
Disclamer: I wish I did own them, but I dont. Life isnt fair sometimes.
Note: This takes place during the 2007/08 season. No real set time.
“Please-no stop!”
“James?”
“No-” Niklas heard a sob and sat up.
“My James?”
He got no answer and clicked on the bedside lamp.
Like many nights before, like last night, James lay in the bed across the room, thrashing and breathing harshly.
Niklas made his way over to James’ side.
“Please-”
“James,” Niklas touched his arm.
A sob.
“My James,” Niklas said louder, gently shaking his shoulder, “Please, my James.”
James snapped awake, saw the silhouette of a man standing over him, and dove off the other side of the bed, onto the floor.
“My James,” Niklas moved to couch before him.
“Nik?” he squeaked.
“Yes, baby, your Nik.”
James flung his body forward, colliding with him in the mid-stomach.
“Hush, hush. You know you are safe,” Niklas picked him up, laying him back in his own bed. “Let me turn off the lamp, then I will hold you, yes?”
“Yeah, please,” James nodded, hesitantly letting him go.
Niklas was across the room in three steps and back in less.
He lay down on the side closest to the door, gathering James into his arms protectively and slowly rubbed up and down his back and neck.
James leaned up and kissed him, Niklas let his tongue slide out and glide over his bottom lip. James opened his mouth obediently.
It was like the kiss earlier that day. James went blank of everything except for the way Niklas held him, the way Niklas tongue felt on his, and how good it felt to press on his chest.
Niklas was suddenly straddling him and he couldn’t breathe. He was dumb, dumb, dumb! Why else would an amazing goaltender, an even more amazing person, want to get to know him? Niklas mouth left his. All he could do was stare up in wide-eyed horror.
“All you must do, my James, is say ‘stop’, if I do some action dat scares you or gives you an uncomfortable feeling.”
“Stop… please?”
Niklas toppled to the side, then pulled James back to his chest. “No ‘please’ is needed. I do not want to hurt you, my James, or scare you, or make you do someting you do not want to be doing with me.”
“It’s not you. I’d love to do… stuff… with you, but-”
“It is all okay, my James. I understand. We go home tomorrow and I tink we should sleep, yes?”
“Yeah, sleep,” James snorted.
“Put your face to my neck,” Niklas told him. James rolled onto his side and put his face in the crook of his neck and nuzzled him.
Niklas hands came up to rest in his hair and around his waist.
“Okay, yeah, this is good,” James piped after a minute of laying in silence.
“Dat is good. I just want you happy. Now, rest.”
“Night, Nik.”
“Goodnight, my James.”
James fell asleep almost right away, breathing in the Finn’s dark, rich sent. Niklas kept himself awake to watch over him. Eventually though, with James warm breath on his chest, he fell asleep, too.