Smut
Title: Pass & Fake It (prt. 5)
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.
“Niklas?” James sat down next to him, cautiously.
“I really was terrible.”
“At least we got a point. You don’t have a bad record.”
“It was not two points. My James, I have de worst shoot-out record in de league. I hate dem. Very much so.”
James moved carefully towards him.
Niklas felt like someone punched him in the stomach. He’d lost the game; and his boyfriend, his beautiful James, was afraid of him. Not that he could blame the poor man. Niklas reached out and crushed James to his side.
James kissed the side of his neck and nuzzled his shoulder.
“I will never hurt you, my James.”
“I know that. Really, I do, but I can’t-”
Niklas kissed him, cutting him off.
“I understand, baby.”
Then Niklas went back to kissing him, this tongue slowly stroking against his lips. When James let out a moan, Niklas took he opportunity to slide it inside his mouth. James moaned again, louder.
Laughing, Niklas went to pull away, but James’ big, warm hand came up to twist it’s self into his shaggy brown hair.
Niklas realized, as he shifted James into his lap, that they weren’t playing anymore. James’ kisses were hungry. Maybe he was just hungry to make Niklas forget. James’ other arm locked around his neck, holding him even closer.
James was scared to death. He’d never let himself want this before. He never wanted anyone the way he wanted Niklas now. Niklas hand slid up his back and James pressed closer to him.
“Nik, want you…”
Niklas flipped James back onto the bed. He wasn’t going to enter James, not this soon. Maybe someday, but for now…
Niklas slid James’ shirt up, exposing bits of pale skin, and a thin line of hair. He pulled the shirt over the forward’s head. He snaked his hands over every bit of skin he could, trying to find a gasp or moan or plead. James felt so good to him.
“You are, my James, so beautiful.”
“Like… your, uh, oh Nik your house,” James whined, fisting his hands in the sheets.
“Yes,” Niklas smiled as he bend down to swipe his tongue over a nipple, “Like my house.”
James hips buck into Niklas’ hard belly. His face was suddenly flushed red and he was biting his lips.
“Do not be embarrassed. I need to know I am making you feel good. Tell me how good I am making you feel.”
James let out a long moan when Niklas fingered him through his pajama pants. Niklas placed a line of kissed from James’ forehead to his belly button. He tongued the line of hair that disappeared beneath his pants. James moaned louder. Niklas slowly lowered the fabric of the pants and boxers so James’ hard, flushed cock bounced towards his belly.
“Oh, my, James,” Niklas stared at his member, then fisted it deliberately.
James arched off the bed slightly. Niklas lowered his mouth as James watched, panting.
When Niklas touched him, his breathing stopped altogether.
“Nik.”
“Oh, James, say my name dat way again,” Niklas pleaded, letting his mouth swallow his length.
“Nik.” James chanted, trying his best not to thrust into Niklas hot mouth.
Niklas licked and sucked him, holding down his hips and bobbing his head. James felt white-hot heat pool in the pit of his stomach.
“Nik, Nik, I’m… Nik sto-”
Niklas hummed around his cock, cutting off whatever he was going to say.
James took his hands out of the sheets to bury them in Niklas’ hair. His torso bowed off the bed in a graceful arch when he came, crying out a string of cursed and, “Nik.”
“Mmmn, James,” Niklas swallowed and kissed his belly before pulling the pants and boxers over James’ hips.
“What… what about… you?”
“Do not worry for me, my James. I have never done dat before and I was scared to deat. Was it okay?”
“You…? Yeah… it was… you are… amazing…”
Niklas laid next to him. James sat up abruptly and grabbed the hem of his shirt.
“This needs to come off. I need to touch you.”
Niklas sat up, shucking his shirt. He really wanted James to touch him. He briefly wondered if James thought it felt good to touch him. He let is body fall back and James curled into his chest.
“You know,” Niklas looked down his chest to see James, “I love to be called ‘Nik’.”
“I like to call you Nik. You’re my Nik,” James shifted his fingers thorough his chest hair, pulling on it slightly, but not enough to hurt.
Niklas smiled, “If dis is what happens after a loss, I will lose every game I play.”
“Really?” James looked up at him through his lashes, “you should see what happens when you win.”
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.
“Niklas?” James sat down next to him, cautiously.
“I really was terrible.”
“At least we got a point. You don’t have a bad record.”
“It was not two points. My James, I have de worst shoot-out record in de league. I hate dem. Very much so.”
James moved carefully towards him.
Niklas felt like someone punched him in the stomach. He’d lost the game; and his boyfriend, his beautiful James, was afraid of him. Not that he could blame the poor man. Niklas reached out and crushed James to his side.
James kissed the side of his neck and nuzzled his shoulder.
“I will never hurt you, my James.”
“I know that. Really, I do, but I can’t-”
Niklas kissed him, cutting him off.
“I understand, baby.”
Then Niklas went back to kissing him, this tongue slowly stroking against his lips. When James let out a moan, Niklas took he opportunity to slide it inside his mouth. James moaned again, louder.
Laughing, Niklas went to pull away, but James’ big, warm hand came up to twist it’s self into his shaggy brown hair.
Niklas realized, as he shifted James into his lap, that they weren’t playing anymore. James’ kisses were hungry. Maybe he was just hungry to make Niklas forget. James’ other arm locked around his neck, holding him even closer.
James was scared to death. He’d never let himself want this before. He never wanted anyone the way he wanted Niklas now. Niklas hand slid up his back and James pressed closer to him.
“Nik, want you…”
Niklas flipped James back onto the bed. He wasn’t going to enter James, not this soon. Maybe someday, but for now…
Niklas slid James’ shirt up, exposing bits of pale skin, and a thin line of hair. He pulled the shirt over the forward’s head. He snaked his hands over every bit of skin he could, trying to find a gasp or moan or plead. James felt so good to him.
“You are, my James, so beautiful.”
“Like… your, uh, oh Nik your house,” James whined, fisting his hands in the sheets.
“Yes,” Niklas smiled as he bend down to swipe his tongue over a nipple, “Like my house.”
James hips buck into Niklas’ hard belly. His face was suddenly flushed red and he was biting his lips.
“Do not be embarrassed. I need to know I am making you feel good. Tell me how good I am making you feel.”
James let out a long moan when Niklas fingered him through his pajama pants. Niklas placed a line of kissed from James’ forehead to his belly button. He tongued the line of hair that disappeared beneath his pants. James moaned louder. Niklas slowly lowered the fabric of the pants and boxers so James’ hard, flushed cock bounced towards his belly.
“Oh, my, James,” Niklas stared at his member, then fisted it deliberately.
James arched off the bed slightly. Niklas lowered his mouth as James watched, panting.
When Niklas touched him, his breathing stopped altogether.
“Nik.”
“Oh, James, say my name dat way again,” Niklas pleaded, letting his mouth swallow his length.
“Nik.” James chanted, trying his best not to thrust into Niklas hot mouth.
Niklas licked and sucked him, holding down his hips and bobbing his head. James felt white-hot heat pool in the pit of his stomach.
“Nik, Nik, I’m… Nik sto-”
Niklas hummed around his cock, cutting off whatever he was going to say.
James took his hands out of the sheets to bury them in Niklas’ hair. His torso bowed off the bed in a graceful arch when he came, crying out a string of cursed and, “Nik.”
“Mmmn, James,” Niklas swallowed and kissed his belly before pulling the pants and boxers over James’ hips.
“What… what about… you?”
“Do not worry for me, my James. I have never done dat before and I was scared to deat. Was it okay?”
“You…? Yeah… it was… you are… amazing…”
Niklas laid next to him. James sat up abruptly and grabbed the hem of his shirt.
“This needs to come off. I need to touch you.”
Niklas sat up, shucking his shirt. He really wanted James to touch him. He briefly wondered if James thought it felt good to touch him. He let is body fall back and James curled into his chest.
“You know,” Niklas looked down his chest to see James, “I love to be called ‘Nik’.”
“I like to call you Nik. You’re my Nik,” James shifted his fingers thorough his chest hair, pulling on it slightly, but not enough to hurt.
Niklas smiled, “If dis is what happens after a loss, I will lose every game I play.”
“Really?” James looked up at him through his lashes, “you should see what happens when you win.”