Flyers Fic, "Rewards"
TITLE: "Rewards" Carter, Lupul, Gagne, Hartnell, Metropolit and Jones
BY: exigencyexit
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM(S): Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): Joffrey Lupul/Simon Gagne, Andrew Alberts/Jeff Carter with Mike Richards, Scottie Upshall/Glen Metropolit, Randy Jones/Mike Knuble and mentioning of Scott Hartnell/??
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: The following is all fiction, not true, and totally made up in my demented head.
WARNINGS: Lots of smut. Don't get too excited now :)
SUMMARY: Rewards for the games on Wed Feb 4th, Saturday Feb 7th and Sunday Feb 8th.
CREDIT: To the boys, as usual, because they score the goals and they make life more interesting.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Trying very hard to stay on track with these rewards! I was working on this one all week...sorry it took so long to get it done, but it finally is. Wrote this to take place primarily on Monday, 02/09/09 with past entries. Got it? Good. ENJOY! *Not edited.
There was no practice on Monday but the rink was still open to a few Flyers. Having missed three games and few practices due to the flu, Scottie Upshall was looking forward to skating again and playing on the ice, taking it easy at first, of course. Missing three games was no fun. Missing a two day road trip was a little fun, but being without Joffrey Lupul still made sitting around at home boring. Wait, did he really admit that?
Scottie watched all three of the games; he knew who scored. Another reward party? Not quite.
Joff told the Scottie about all rewards. Having gotten one and given one himself, a text message with Richie left Joff knowing what happened with everyone else. Scottie had pried the information from Joff because, well, Scottie can get Joff to tell him anything he wanted, but most importantly Scottie wanted to reward him. Apparently, someone else got to Joff first.
It wasn't much of a decision, but with both Scottie and Richie out, Joff was forced to room with someone else for a change. He considered every option, thought about asking Claude or Jeff, but in the end a warm hand on his shoulder and the question, "Wanna room together?" decided it for him. Simon Gagne was relaxing on his bed, freshly showered and dressed in only lounge pants, when Joff walked into the hotel room. He gave Simon a nod, maybe a slight smile, and headed for the bathroom. Five minutes later, after washing his face and brushing his teeth, Joff was back in the main part of the room, under Simon's stare. He could feel the eyes on him, tried to ignore them, but they were still there when Joff turned around and slipped under the covers on his bed.
He turned his light out, "Night Gags," and closed his eyes. His breathing was steady, and he was sure he climbed into an empty bed, so when there was a hand running down his arm and hot breath on his neck, Joff was a little confused.
"Gags?"
"Hmm?"
"Uh, what are you doin'?"
The traveling hand found the bottom of his shirt and tugged it up, fingers closing in around a nipple to pinch the small nub. Joff hissed, not expecting the pain, but was soon letting out a small moan when pair of lips started kissing his neck.
"I know Ups isn't here, but I can still reward you if you like..." The words were whispered in his ear and Joff was immediately turned on.
"Yes, please!"
Joff was on his back now, lips no longer on his neck but on his own, a tongue pushing its way through to further explore his mouth. Joff was grabbing at Simon, pulling him closer, grinding their hips together. In such a little amount of time, he was fully turned on, erection smothered by his pants. Simon pulled back for a second, tugged at Joff's shirt, helping him to pull it off, and then they were kissing again, harder, with more fierce and more eager to feel too damn good.
"Mmm, you had such a pretty goal today, Joff. Definitely one worth rewarding." Simon slid on top of him now, their bodies lined up, hands placed on either side of Joff's head. The first line winger as looking down at him, casually thrusting his hips against Joff's, pushing his way to sit between his legs. He trailed kisses down Joff's chest, fingers grazing his sides, stopping at the point where his pants fit snug around his hips. "Want these off?"
Joff moaned, forced out an answer. "Yesss..."
Simon obliged, pulling the pants slowly off Joff's hips and down his thighs. His erection broke free, exposed, pre-cum already weeping out. Simon licked at it, tongue teasing him, and pulled his pants completely off and tossed them to the side.
"Please, Gags?"
"Please what?"
Joff went to touch himself but Simon swatted his hand away. "Just tell me what you, Joff, and I'll give it to you."
The anticipation was killing him. He was aching, harder then ever, and he couldn't take it anymore.
"Please suck me." Simon did. "FUCK!" His mouth was warm, wet, so inviting, and that tongue that had been exporing his mouth was now running up and down his cock. A hand cupped his balls, caressed them, Simon pulling his mouth up and back down again. Joff was withering beneath him, moaning, arching his back to push deeper into Simon's mouth. The veteran welcomed him in, relaxing his throat, and when he moaned, vibrations hitting against Joff's cock, he felt his teammate tense before letting out a loud unidentified noise, screaming his name.
"Fuck, Gags!" Joff came down Simon's throat and he swallowed every last drop. He pulled back, heard Joff's heavy breathing, and laid down next to him. His lazily ran his fingers up and down Joff's chest, playing with a still hard nipple. Simon could feel him calming down, and when a hand grabbed the back on his neck he let himself be passionately kissed.
"Oh, that was so fuckin' good." Joff could taste himself in Simon's mouth but didn't flinch. He loved that taste. He wanted more of it, maybe more of a new taste.
"You scored yesterday," Joff stated, suddenly pushing Simon to lie back, his head hitting the pillow. "Did you get rewarded?"
There was no hesitation, "No, I didn't." And Joff was on top of him, like Simon had been on top of Joff, and soon it was Simon moaning out Joff's name as he came down his throat. Sleep overcame the both of them minutes later.
Scottie skated around the ice, aimlessly shooting pucks into an empty net. He made both shots, but when he put some effort into a wrister it hit the right pole, made a loud bang, and went flying into the boards. Scottie sighed, shook his head and hit a puck with his skate. Watching the puck sliding across the ice, pass the penalty box, itching its way closer to the home bench, Scottie's eyes grazed over the young form that now stood near it.
Jeff Carter. Yeah, Scottie heard all about his reward too.
The phone had been next to his ear for the past half hour. The call had come in just as he was getting out of the shower, and since he wasn't expecting anyone to stop by he stayed in his towel as he laid in bed. Mike Richards didn't know his lover was clad only in a towel. Would that had made the conversation more interesting? Probably.
Jeff switched the cell phone to his other ear and let out a sigh. "So, have you been eating that soup I bought for you before I left?"
"Yeah. I had the last can today. I'm feeling a lot better, though. Maybe I can start eating something a little more solid."
"If you think you're up to it, than okay. Joff said Scottie was keeping everything down and his temperature was back to normal."
"That's good. I haven't talked to Ups since yesterday morning. He called because he couldn't figure out how to run the dishwasher."
"Are you serious?"
"Well, there ARE so many buttons."
"Oh my god, Joff really is the bitch in that relationship."
"Hey, be nice."
There was knock on the hotel door and Jeff was thrown off guard. "What the fuck?"
"What's wrong?"
"Someone's here. Hold on."
"Oh really? He's early..."
"Huh?" Jeff held the phone close to his ear and stepped up to the door. He looked through the peephole, relief washing over him when he saw who it was. "It's Albie."
"Who were you expecting?"
"You."
"Well, I am talking to you using our house phone, so how would that be possible?"
Jeff blushed, although Mike couldn't see it, embarrassed at his 'blonde moment'. He just grunted into the phone to dismiss the question, almost hearing Mike's eye roll, and opened the door.
"Hey, Albie, what's up?"
Andrew Alberts looked comfortable. Almost too comfortable. Flannel lounge pants, white tee, walking around in just a pair of socks. He had a small smile on his face, and eyes were trailing down Jeff's body...and oh crap, Jeff still had that towel around his waist.
"Hey. You gonna let me in? Cold air might make your towel fall off."
Jeff's eyes went wide when he realized what Andy said. "Ohmygod!" He immediately left the doorway and headed for the bathroom. Andy let himself in, shutting the door, and chuckled at Jeff's behavior. Mike, on the other hand, or phone line, found out just then about the towel.
"You've been wearing just a towel?"
"Well I did JUST get out of the shower when you called."
There was a moan on the other side of the line and Jeff stopped midway of his movements. "Richie?" The moaning continued for a couple seconds more. "Uh, Mike...?"
"Take the towel off."
"What?! But Albie's here."
"Just do it, Jeff. Take the fucking towel off, and then touch yourself." The words went straight to Jeff's dick, of course, and before the towel was even off Jeff was already getting hard. He couldn't speak. He just did what Mike asked and the towel was off, on the floor, and Jeff stood there naked. The center caught his reflection in the mirror and cocked his head to the side. With his left hand holding the phone to his ear, he trailed one hand down his chest, over a rock hard nipple, and allowed his fingers to get tangled in small bunch of pubic hair that surrounded his cock. Becoming fully erect now, he closed his eyes and imagined his hand was not his but it was Mike's, and it was closed around his cock, stroking him, pulling at him, cupping his balls just the way he liked it. Jeff threw his head back, exposing his neck and let out a small moan. Mike heard it, loud and clear.
"You turned on, baby? You touching yourself? Did you make yourself hard for me?"
"Mmhmm." Jeff's eyes were still closed and his hand was still stroking his cock. He could hear Mike's voice talking to him, dirty words turning him on even more, and when his hand briefly stopped its movements to pinch his own nipple, Jeff was sure he could feel Mike's wet, hot mouth surrounding him.
"Yeah, Richie, your mouth feels good..."
"My mouth isn't on you, Jeff."
Jeff's eyes shot open and he looked down. Andy was on his knees in front of him, mouth working his cock, hands now grasping his hips to pull the man closer.
"Aw, fuck..." A tongue expertly swirled around his shaft, hitting spots that felt too good.
"Is it Albie? Is it Albie's mouth that is around your cock? Is he sucking you hard, and fast, and using his tongue to make you feel good? Hmm, baby? Do you feel good?"
"Yeah, yeah he is, and oh my god, fuck, yeah, so good..."
"Good, Jeff, now tell him to stop."
"W-what?" Jeff didn't want Andy to stop. He was just starting to suck harder and oh boy, pre-come was leeking out and Jeff was so close.
"Tell him you want to fuck him. You got two goals tonight, baby, not just one. You deserve to fuck him."
"Y-you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I want you to fuck him and I want to hear it. Keep me on the phone."
Jeff kept his balance as his knees were starting to go weak. He was sure this was the hottest thing he ever did with Mike. Jeff ran his fingers through Andy's hair and tugged his head up, gently, to get his attention.
"On your feet." He didn't make it sound demanding, and it really wasn't. It was the eagerness of wanting release and to be buried inside of the defenseman, letting Mike hear every single thing that goes on.
Jeff pulled Andy to the bed and pushed him down on it. Phone still in hand, he crawled on top of the slightly taller man and started to kiss him. A hand was on his back suddenly, forcing them closer together, forcing Mike to hear Andy's moans as well.
"Oh, yeah, you guys sound so hot."
Jeff was tempted on putting this converation on speaker. Considering the option, the speaker would be too loud and would leak into the other room. Jeff was sure Mike didn't want Ryan Parent and Jared Ross hear him moaning.
"Yeah, we are....I'm kissing ever inch of his neck, throat, chest..."
"Mmm, take his shirt off." Jeff did and threw it on the floor. He started kissing his way down Andy's torso, running his free down to start pushing at the flannel pants.
"You want me to suck his cock like he was sucking mine?"
"Ugh, Jeff, oh god yes, please..."
Jeff heard suffling on the other line and was sure Mike was getting undressed. He kept the phone to his ear and he locked eyes with Andy, free hand pulling at the pants. Andy lifted his hip, the pants were pulled down, and after messing with a pair of black boxers, Jeff had Andy's hard cock free.
"Mmm, Richie, I wish you could see this."
"Tell me about it, baby."
"Albie so hard for me right now. He's panting, and moaning, and his cock is right here. I'm gonna take him in my mouth now..." Andy bucked his hips as soon as Jeff took his whole length in his mouth. It soon became a mix of moans and dirty words, one ear being attacked from Mike through the phone and the other capturing everything Andy was telling him to keep doing and not to stop.
"Make him feel like he's almost ready to come. Make him feel like you make me feel."
Jeff worked Andy, mixing up his speeds, and when he was sure that low growl deep from the defensemen's throat meant he was almost there, Jeff pulled away after giving one last lick. Andy let out a small cry at the lost contact but was soon pulling Jeff back into a series of fierce kisses.
"Okay, Jeff...now I want you to claim your reward. Go ahead, baby, take Albie and show him what would happen if he scored two goals in one game."
"Are you touching yourself?"
"Of course," Mike moaned, and Jeff almost came right there.
"Oh, Richie..."
"Come on, Jeff, fuck Albie. Fuck him for me."
Jeff left the bed briefly to grab lube from his bag and when he returned, Andy was already on all fours, waiting for him. Still holding phone, he switched to the other ear and put a small amount of lube on his fingers. He entered one first, then two, and when Andy started to push back on them he entered three.
"What are you doin', Jeff?"
"Preparing him."
"Like you do to me?"
"Yeah, one finger at a time, slowly, maybe a little quickly, and now I'm pulling them out and getting my cock ready...Yeah, that's it..."
Jeff was sure Mike could hear the growl Andy made when he entered the defenseman, pushing his entire cock in, stopping for a moment to allow him time to adjust.
"You in?"
"Yeah..."
"Oh, god, fuck...Jeff, fuck him, ah, tell me..."
Jeff spread his legs a little and grasped Andy's right hip with his hand. "Mmm, yeah, he's so tight...like you, Richie, feels good around my cock." Jeff started thrusting, pulling out and slamming back in Andy over and over and over... "He's warm, and I'm thrusting hard into him, ah fuck yeah, I can feel all this pleasure in my body..."
"Oh that's sounds so hot..."
"He's moaning, can you hear him? His head is down and he's moaning my name. He loves it, Richie, I'm gonna make him come. I'm gonna come soon, too..."
"Do it, baby, claim him..."
Jeff almost let the phone slip out of his hand but caught it before it happened. Andy's muscles clenched, his pretty mouth still moaning, a little louder each time, and then he pushed back and Jeff hit something and something hit Jeff and both were coming. Stars, and the passion, and the pleasure, and Jeff filled Andy and moaned Mike's name into the phone. There was an equal amount of moaning coming from the other line and Jeff was sure Mike hit his own orgasm.
There was now a sticky mess on his bed and Jeff pulled out, fell on his back and let out a deep breath. He calmed himself down, still high from his orgasm, and soon felt a warm body lying down next to him. Jeff brought Andy close, kissing him until Mike's voice was back on the phone.
"I love you, Jeff. I wish I was there."
"You too, baby. And there's always next time."
Scottie ignored the glance from Jeff as he gathered his puck with his stick and skated away. He could feel Mike's stare on him, but when he turned back around both were walking down the hallway to head back to the locker room. Just forget about it. And Scottie did, although he was sure the stare Mike was giving him was because Scottie found out about Randy Jones' reward as well.
It was the hype from winning a game, a game in overtime, a game that was a much needed win against a bitter rival team. It was the hype of making that goal, that goal in overtime that was the game winner for his team. It was the hype of knowing, just knowing that in any minute he would be receiving his reward.
Randy Jones had a smile on his face but inside he was too anxious to be happy. He watching everyone out of the corner of his eye, watching to see if anyone was watching him. Letting his eyes drift for a little too long, maybe, as he watched teammates leave the showers and then start heading towards their waiting bus. Randy had just finished getting dressed when he paused from his look out for a moment, let his guard down, and suddenly he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. The hands grasped him firmly, keeping him in place, only to allow his head to turn as much as possible to see who it was.
"That was some goal out there tonight." A hot breath his his ear and Randy shuddered, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back. "I'm sure you know what happens now that you scored a goal, right?"
Randy groaned, "Yesss..."
"Mmm, good."
Mike Knuble spun Randy around and pushed him to sit down on the bench. Falling to his knees before the defenseman, Mike brought their lips to meet in a crushing kiss. Randy's fingers were running through his hair, still damp and soft from a fresh shower. Their bodies were pressed close, no space between them, and Randy was so hard he was sure he was about ready to break the zipper on his pants.
Briefly pulling away from the kiss, Mike started to fumble with the button on Randy's pants. Popped open, the zipper pulled down and not broken, the veteran freed the rock hard erection from its restraints and started to stroke it with his hands.
"Oh fuck, yeah," was Randy's basic reply, and soon he was thrusting his hips into Mike's warm hand. "I think your mouth is the more proper way to go about in rewarding my goal."
Mike grinned against the younger man's neck, moving his lips to kiss and suck at tender spots near Randy's throat. "Oh really?"
"Yeah." Randy caught his fingers in Mike's hair again, tugged his head up gently to look at him. "Please?"
Mike pressed a soft kiss to his lips and then sat back on his heels and leaned forward, face dangerously close to Randy's throbbing cock. He teased Randy at first, licking the tip, running his fingers tentatively over his shaft. Randy's moan were soft but still told Mike how much he needed to feel his mouth around him. A drop of pre-come weeped out and Mike watched it, watched it drip down over the tip and slowly sliding down the side. He moved his fingers to massage the base of Randy's cock, and once the drop of pre-come vanished under his hands, once he was sure he teased Randy enough, he took the young man's cock in his mouth.
"Fuck!" Randy hissed, grabbing the bench with both hands to stop himself from falling back. The sight before him, Mike on his knees sucking him off, was so hot and it felt so good that Randy knew this was the best reward yet.
Mike's moans vibrated around his cock and Randy closed his eyes, his breathing starting to pick up.
"Oh, yeah, Mikey, that feels great...Mmm, yeah keep doing that...Fuck, so close..." Randy was started to buck his hips now, trying to push his throat deeper down Mike's throat. One hand had left the bench and was back to being intertwined in the winger's hair. He loved the feeling of it running over his fingers, and when Mike's tongue swiped the base of his cock to all the way to the tip, he was sure he was going to explode.
"Oh I'm gonna come, Mike!"
Mike gave one last lick, long and slow, and pulled away completely. He continued to jerk Randy till the young man was coming, his hot seed spilling all over his shirt. Heaving breathing, closed eyes, hands clenching the bench. Randy licked his lips and looked at Mike. He was smiling at him, staring at the mess on Randy's shirt.
"You're gonna need to put a clean shirt on."
"Yeah, thanks." Randy looked down and sighed. "You couldn't swallow?"
"I stopped doing that three years ago, sorry."
"Oh, well," Randy paused, a sly grin forming on his face. "Don't your knees hurt? You've been on them an awfully long time..."
Mike rolled his eyes and tried not to be amused at the sore attempt of calling him old. Randy laughed, however, but was soon cut off when they were suddenly no longer the only two in the locker room. Mike Richards had walked in and was just standing there, staring at them.
"Did you just..."
"Yep." Mike grunted as he stood and grabbed a towel from Randy's locker.
"Nice." Richards smiled and shook his head. Randy, cock still out, although clearly limp, just blushed and quickly fixed himself. He knew Richards wouldn't tell...at least not everyone.
There was no once on the ice now as Scottie was seated at the away bench, messing around with the tape on his hockey stick. He hadn't heard any trace of anyone within the last ten minutes, so when a voice suddenly filled the arena, he was a bit taken back.
"Hey, Uppy."
Scottie looked up and saw Glen Metropolit skate by. He had a small bucket in his one hand, filled with pucks, and the other holding his stick. Scottie sat there, watching him now, interested in what Metro was doing. He had a puck on the ice, bucket on the ice as well, and was pushing the puck back and forth with his stick. To the left, right, left, and then a shot, puck hit the back of the net. Scottie watched Metro stand there for a second, probably taking in what he did right, wrong, whatever, until Metro turned and looked back at Scottie.
A slight blush crept up on the winger's face, having been caught staring, and he looked down, trying to occupy himself with his stick. He didn't see the smile on Metro's face, or when the center took another puck out and shot it to make another goal. He didn't see when Metro put his stick down and started skating over to Scottie, smile still in tow.
"How ya feeling?"
Scottie looked up, saw Metro standing in front of him on the other side of the board. "A lot better. I'm hoping to play Thursday night."
"That's good."
"Yeah, maybe Richie too."
"I saw him back there, talking to Jeff. They're like what, a couple, right?"
"Umm..." Scottie was pretty sure everyone on the team knew about Richie and Jeff. No secret, right? "Yeah, a couple years now."
"Yeah, so when they get goals, they usually reward each other, right?"
What the fuck, Metro? Scottie considered how he was going to answer that. Don't make the rewards real. Don't talk about the rewards. Don't - Wait, did Metro get his reward?
"You got a goal over the weekend, didn't you?"
Now it was Metro's turn to blush. "Yeah, against the Bruins. No big deal."
"And you didn't get rewarded...You want Richie or Jeff to do it?" Scottie was pretty sure he was catching on to where this conversation was headed.
"No! I mean, no, it's cool, they don't have to..."
"But I can."
"What?!"
Scottie sat up and grabbed Metro's practice jersey. He pulled the older man close and crushed his lips, cursing the boards that separated them. Hands were suddenly pushing at Scottie and the winger was forced to pull back, catching is breath.
"Fuck, Uppy, we can get caught!"
"You want your reward or not?"
"Well, yeah, but - "
"Fuck it, Metro. We won't get caught. Richie had a dream once I fucked him in the penalty box. Trust me, these kinda things go unseen." Scottie was grinning from ear to ear, watching Metro's face start to fluster. "Now get your ass over here and drop your pants."
It was five minutes later when Scottie had Metro moaning, his mouth surrounding his hard cock and doing it perfectly, like everytime, until the center came in his mouth and every last drop was swallowed. Nothing to clean up, no worried, and Metro was pulling his pants back up and blinking his eyes to get pass post-orgasmis daze.
"Damn," was all Metro said before allowing Scottie to kiss him several more time before returning back to workout.
Scottie knew about Hartnell's two rewards too, but considering who gave them, two different people each, he was sure there was no reason to think about it.
BY: exigencyexit
FANDOM: NHL
TEAM(S): Philadelphia Flyers
PAIRING(S): Joffrey Lupul/Simon Gagne, Andrew Alberts/Jeff Carter with Mike Richards, Scottie Upshall/Glen Metropolit, Randy Jones/Mike Knuble and mentioning of Scott Hartnell/??
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: The following is all fiction, not true, and totally made up in my demented head.
WARNINGS: Lots of smut. Don't get too excited now :)
SUMMARY: Rewards for the games on Wed Feb 4th, Saturday Feb 7th and Sunday Feb 8th.
CREDIT: To the boys, as usual, because they score the goals and they make life more interesting.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Trying very hard to stay on track with these rewards! I was working on this one all week...sorry it took so long to get it done, but it finally is. Wrote this to take place primarily on Monday, 02/09/09 with past entries. Got it? Good. ENJOY! *Not edited.
There was no practice on Monday but the rink was still open to a few Flyers. Having missed three games and few practices due to the flu, Scottie Upshall was looking forward to skating again and playing on the ice, taking it easy at first, of course. Missing three games was no fun. Missing a two day road trip was a little fun, but being without Joffrey Lupul still made sitting around at home boring. Wait, did he really admit that?
Scottie watched all three of the games; he knew who scored. Another reward party? Not quite.
Joff told the Scottie about all rewards. Having gotten one and given one himself, a text message with Richie left Joff knowing what happened with everyone else. Scottie had pried the information from Joff because, well, Scottie can get Joff to tell him anything he wanted, but most importantly Scottie wanted to reward him. Apparently, someone else got to Joff first.
It wasn't much of a decision, but with both Scottie and Richie out, Joff was forced to room with someone else for a change. He considered every option, thought about asking Claude or Jeff, but in the end a warm hand on his shoulder and the question, "Wanna room together?" decided it for him. Simon Gagne was relaxing on his bed, freshly showered and dressed in only lounge pants, when Joff walked into the hotel room. He gave Simon a nod, maybe a slight smile, and headed for the bathroom. Five minutes later, after washing his face and brushing his teeth, Joff was back in the main part of the room, under Simon's stare. He could feel the eyes on him, tried to ignore them, but they were still there when Joff turned around and slipped under the covers on his bed.
He turned his light out, "Night Gags," and closed his eyes. His breathing was steady, and he was sure he climbed into an empty bed, so when there was a hand running down his arm and hot breath on his neck, Joff was a little confused.
"Gags?"
"Hmm?"
"Uh, what are you doin'?"
The traveling hand found the bottom of his shirt and tugged it up, fingers closing in around a nipple to pinch the small nub. Joff hissed, not expecting the pain, but was soon letting out a small moan when pair of lips started kissing his neck.
"I know Ups isn't here, but I can still reward you if you like..." The words were whispered in his ear and Joff was immediately turned on.
"Yes, please!"
Joff was on his back now, lips no longer on his neck but on his own, a tongue pushing its way through to further explore his mouth. Joff was grabbing at Simon, pulling him closer, grinding their hips together. In such a little amount of time, he was fully turned on, erection smothered by his pants. Simon pulled back for a second, tugged at Joff's shirt, helping him to pull it off, and then they were kissing again, harder, with more fierce and more eager to feel too damn good.
"Mmm, you had such a pretty goal today, Joff. Definitely one worth rewarding." Simon slid on top of him now, their bodies lined up, hands placed on either side of Joff's head. The first line winger as looking down at him, casually thrusting his hips against Joff's, pushing his way to sit between his legs. He trailed kisses down Joff's chest, fingers grazing his sides, stopping at the point where his pants fit snug around his hips. "Want these off?"
Joff moaned, forced out an answer. "Yesss..."
Simon obliged, pulling the pants slowly off Joff's hips and down his thighs. His erection broke free, exposed, pre-cum already weeping out. Simon licked at it, tongue teasing him, and pulled his pants completely off and tossed them to the side.
"Please, Gags?"
"Please what?"
Joff went to touch himself but Simon swatted his hand away. "Just tell me what you, Joff, and I'll give it to you."
The anticipation was killing him. He was aching, harder then ever, and he couldn't take it anymore.
"Please suck me." Simon did. "FUCK!" His mouth was warm, wet, so inviting, and that tongue that had been exporing his mouth was now running up and down his cock. A hand cupped his balls, caressed them, Simon pulling his mouth up and back down again. Joff was withering beneath him, moaning, arching his back to push deeper into Simon's mouth. The veteran welcomed him in, relaxing his throat, and when he moaned, vibrations hitting against Joff's cock, he felt his teammate tense before letting out a loud unidentified noise, screaming his name.
"Fuck, Gags!" Joff came down Simon's throat and he swallowed every last drop. He pulled back, heard Joff's heavy breathing, and laid down next to him. His lazily ran his fingers up and down Joff's chest, playing with a still hard nipple. Simon could feel him calming down, and when a hand grabbed the back on his neck he let himself be passionately kissed.
"Oh, that was so fuckin' good." Joff could taste himself in Simon's mouth but didn't flinch. He loved that taste. He wanted more of it, maybe more of a new taste.
"You scored yesterday," Joff stated, suddenly pushing Simon to lie back, his head hitting the pillow. "Did you get rewarded?"
There was no hesitation, "No, I didn't." And Joff was on top of him, like Simon had been on top of Joff, and soon it was Simon moaning out Joff's name as he came down his throat. Sleep overcame the both of them minutes later.
Scottie skated around the ice, aimlessly shooting pucks into an empty net. He made both shots, but when he put some effort into a wrister it hit the right pole, made a loud bang, and went flying into the boards. Scottie sighed, shook his head and hit a puck with his skate. Watching the puck sliding across the ice, pass the penalty box, itching its way closer to the home bench, Scottie's eyes grazed over the young form that now stood near it.
Jeff Carter. Yeah, Scottie heard all about his reward too.
The phone had been next to his ear for the past half hour. The call had come in just as he was getting out of the shower, and since he wasn't expecting anyone to stop by he stayed in his towel as he laid in bed. Mike Richards didn't know his lover was clad only in a towel. Would that had made the conversation more interesting? Probably.
Jeff switched the cell phone to his other ear and let out a sigh. "So, have you been eating that soup I bought for you before I left?"
"Yeah. I had the last can today. I'm feeling a lot better, though. Maybe I can start eating something a little more solid."
"If you think you're up to it, than okay. Joff said Scottie was keeping everything down and his temperature was back to normal."
"That's good. I haven't talked to Ups since yesterday morning. He called because he couldn't figure out how to run the dishwasher."
"Are you serious?"
"Well, there ARE so many buttons."
"Oh my god, Joff really is the bitch in that relationship."
"Hey, be nice."
There was knock on the hotel door and Jeff was thrown off guard. "What the fuck?"
"What's wrong?"
"Someone's here. Hold on."
"Oh really? He's early..."
"Huh?" Jeff held the phone close to his ear and stepped up to the door. He looked through the peephole, relief washing over him when he saw who it was. "It's Albie."
"Who were you expecting?"
"You."
"Well, I am talking to you using our house phone, so how would that be possible?"
Jeff blushed, although Mike couldn't see it, embarrassed at his 'blonde moment'. He just grunted into the phone to dismiss the question, almost hearing Mike's eye roll, and opened the door.
"Hey, Albie, what's up?"
Andrew Alberts looked comfortable. Almost too comfortable. Flannel lounge pants, white tee, walking around in just a pair of socks. He had a small smile on his face, and eyes were trailing down Jeff's body...and oh crap, Jeff still had that towel around his waist.
"Hey. You gonna let me in? Cold air might make your towel fall off."
Jeff's eyes went wide when he realized what Andy said. "Ohmygod!" He immediately left the doorway and headed for the bathroom. Andy let himself in, shutting the door, and chuckled at Jeff's behavior. Mike, on the other hand, or phone line, found out just then about the towel.
"You've been wearing just a towel?"
"Well I did JUST get out of the shower when you called."
There was a moan on the other side of the line and Jeff stopped midway of his movements. "Richie?" The moaning continued for a couple seconds more. "Uh, Mike...?"
"Take the towel off."
"What?! But Albie's here."
"Just do it, Jeff. Take the fucking towel off, and then touch yourself." The words went straight to Jeff's dick, of course, and before the towel was even off Jeff was already getting hard. He couldn't speak. He just did what Mike asked and the towel was off, on the floor, and Jeff stood there naked. The center caught his reflection in the mirror and cocked his head to the side. With his left hand holding the phone to his ear, he trailed one hand down his chest, over a rock hard nipple, and allowed his fingers to get tangled in small bunch of pubic hair that surrounded his cock. Becoming fully erect now, he closed his eyes and imagined his hand was not his but it was Mike's, and it was closed around his cock, stroking him, pulling at him, cupping his balls just the way he liked it. Jeff threw his head back, exposing his neck and let out a small moan. Mike heard it, loud and clear.
"You turned on, baby? You touching yourself? Did you make yourself hard for me?"
"Mmhmm." Jeff's eyes were still closed and his hand was still stroking his cock. He could hear Mike's voice talking to him, dirty words turning him on even more, and when his hand briefly stopped its movements to pinch his own nipple, Jeff was sure he could feel Mike's wet, hot mouth surrounding him.
"Yeah, Richie, your mouth feels good..."
"My mouth isn't on you, Jeff."
Jeff's eyes shot open and he looked down. Andy was on his knees in front of him, mouth working his cock, hands now grasping his hips to pull the man closer.
"Aw, fuck..." A tongue expertly swirled around his shaft, hitting spots that felt too good.
"Is it Albie? Is it Albie's mouth that is around your cock? Is he sucking you hard, and fast, and using his tongue to make you feel good? Hmm, baby? Do you feel good?"
"Yeah, yeah he is, and oh my god, fuck, yeah, so good..."
"Good, Jeff, now tell him to stop."
"W-what?" Jeff didn't want Andy to stop. He was just starting to suck harder and oh boy, pre-come was leeking out and Jeff was so close.
"Tell him you want to fuck him. You got two goals tonight, baby, not just one. You deserve to fuck him."
"Y-you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I want you to fuck him and I want to hear it. Keep me on the phone."
Jeff kept his balance as his knees were starting to go weak. He was sure this was the hottest thing he ever did with Mike. Jeff ran his fingers through Andy's hair and tugged his head up, gently, to get his attention.
"On your feet." He didn't make it sound demanding, and it really wasn't. It was the eagerness of wanting release and to be buried inside of the defenseman, letting Mike hear every single thing that goes on.
Jeff pulled Andy to the bed and pushed him down on it. Phone still in hand, he crawled on top of the slightly taller man and started to kiss him. A hand was on his back suddenly, forcing them closer together, forcing Mike to hear Andy's moans as well.
"Oh, yeah, you guys sound so hot."
Jeff was tempted on putting this converation on speaker. Considering the option, the speaker would be too loud and would leak into the other room. Jeff was sure Mike didn't want Ryan Parent and Jared Ross hear him moaning.
"Yeah, we are....I'm kissing ever inch of his neck, throat, chest..."
"Mmm, take his shirt off." Jeff did and threw it on the floor. He started kissing his way down Andy's torso, running his free down to start pushing at the flannel pants.
"You want me to suck his cock like he was sucking mine?"
"Ugh, Jeff, oh god yes, please..."
Jeff heard suffling on the other line and was sure Mike was getting undressed. He kept the phone to his ear and he locked eyes with Andy, free hand pulling at the pants. Andy lifted his hip, the pants were pulled down, and after messing with a pair of black boxers, Jeff had Andy's hard cock free.
"Mmm, Richie, I wish you could see this."
"Tell me about it, baby."
"Albie so hard for me right now. He's panting, and moaning, and his cock is right here. I'm gonna take him in my mouth now..." Andy bucked his hips as soon as Jeff took his whole length in his mouth. It soon became a mix of moans and dirty words, one ear being attacked from Mike through the phone and the other capturing everything Andy was telling him to keep doing and not to stop.
"Make him feel like he's almost ready to come. Make him feel like you make me feel."
Jeff worked Andy, mixing up his speeds, and when he was sure that low growl deep from the defensemen's throat meant he was almost there, Jeff pulled away after giving one last lick. Andy let out a small cry at the lost contact but was soon pulling Jeff back into a series of fierce kisses.
"Okay, Jeff...now I want you to claim your reward. Go ahead, baby, take Albie and show him what would happen if he scored two goals in one game."
"Are you touching yourself?"
"Of course," Mike moaned, and Jeff almost came right there.
"Oh, Richie..."
"Come on, Jeff, fuck Albie. Fuck him for me."
Jeff left the bed briefly to grab lube from his bag and when he returned, Andy was already on all fours, waiting for him. Still holding phone, he switched to the other ear and put a small amount of lube on his fingers. He entered one first, then two, and when Andy started to push back on them he entered three.
"What are you doin', Jeff?"
"Preparing him."
"Like you do to me?"
"Yeah, one finger at a time, slowly, maybe a little quickly, and now I'm pulling them out and getting my cock ready...Yeah, that's it..."
Jeff was sure Mike could hear the growl Andy made when he entered the defenseman, pushing his entire cock in, stopping for a moment to allow him time to adjust.
"You in?"
"Yeah..."
"Oh, god, fuck...Jeff, fuck him, ah, tell me..."
Jeff spread his legs a little and grasped Andy's right hip with his hand. "Mmm, yeah, he's so tight...like you, Richie, feels good around my cock." Jeff started thrusting, pulling out and slamming back in Andy over and over and over... "He's warm, and I'm thrusting hard into him, ah fuck yeah, I can feel all this pleasure in my body..."
"Oh that's sounds so hot..."
"He's moaning, can you hear him? His head is down and he's moaning my name. He loves it, Richie, I'm gonna make him come. I'm gonna come soon, too..."
"Do it, baby, claim him..."
Jeff almost let the phone slip out of his hand but caught it before it happened. Andy's muscles clenched, his pretty mouth still moaning, a little louder each time, and then he pushed back and Jeff hit something and something hit Jeff and both were coming. Stars, and the passion, and the pleasure, and Jeff filled Andy and moaned Mike's name into the phone. There was an equal amount of moaning coming from the other line and Jeff was sure Mike hit his own orgasm.
There was now a sticky mess on his bed and Jeff pulled out, fell on his back and let out a deep breath. He calmed himself down, still high from his orgasm, and soon felt a warm body lying down next to him. Jeff brought Andy close, kissing him until Mike's voice was back on the phone.
"I love you, Jeff. I wish I was there."
"You too, baby. And there's always next time."
Scottie ignored the glance from Jeff as he gathered his puck with his stick and skated away. He could feel Mike's stare on him, but when he turned back around both were walking down the hallway to head back to the locker room. Just forget about it. And Scottie did, although he was sure the stare Mike was giving him was because Scottie found out about Randy Jones' reward as well.
It was the hype from winning a game, a game in overtime, a game that was a much needed win against a bitter rival team. It was the hype of making that goal, that goal in overtime that was the game winner for his team. It was the hype of knowing, just knowing that in any minute he would be receiving his reward.
Randy Jones had a smile on his face but inside he was too anxious to be happy. He watching everyone out of the corner of his eye, watching to see if anyone was watching him. Letting his eyes drift for a little too long, maybe, as he watched teammates leave the showers and then start heading towards their waiting bus. Randy had just finished getting dressed when he paused from his look out for a moment, let his guard down, and suddenly he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. The hands grasped him firmly, keeping him in place, only to allow his head to turn as much as possible to see who it was.
"That was some goal out there tonight." A hot breath his his ear and Randy shuddered, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back. "I'm sure you know what happens now that you scored a goal, right?"
Randy groaned, "Yesss..."
"Mmm, good."
Mike Knuble spun Randy around and pushed him to sit down on the bench. Falling to his knees before the defenseman, Mike brought their lips to meet in a crushing kiss. Randy's fingers were running through his hair, still damp and soft from a fresh shower. Their bodies were pressed close, no space between them, and Randy was so hard he was sure he was about ready to break the zipper on his pants.
Briefly pulling away from the kiss, Mike started to fumble with the button on Randy's pants. Popped open, the zipper pulled down and not broken, the veteran freed the rock hard erection from its restraints and started to stroke it with his hands.
"Oh fuck, yeah," was Randy's basic reply, and soon he was thrusting his hips into Mike's warm hand. "I think your mouth is the more proper way to go about in rewarding my goal."
Mike grinned against the younger man's neck, moving his lips to kiss and suck at tender spots near Randy's throat. "Oh really?"
"Yeah." Randy caught his fingers in Mike's hair again, tugged his head up gently to look at him. "Please?"
Mike pressed a soft kiss to his lips and then sat back on his heels and leaned forward, face dangerously close to Randy's throbbing cock. He teased Randy at first, licking the tip, running his fingers tentatively over his shaft. Randy's moan were soft but still told Mike how much he needed to feel his mouth around him. A drop of pre-come weeped out and Mike watched it, watched it drip down over the tip and slowly sliding down the side. He moved his fingers to massage the base of Randy's cock, and once the drop of pre-come vanished under his hands, once he was sure he teased Randy enough, he took the young man's cock in his mouth.
"Fuck!" Randy hissed, grabbing the bench with both hands to stop himself from falling back. The sight before him, Mike on his knees sucking him off, was so hot and it felt so good that Randy knew this was the best reward yet.
Mike's moans vibrated around his cock and Randy closed his eyes, his breathing starting to pick up.
"Oh, yeah, Mikey, that feels great...Mmm, yeah keep doing that...Fuck, so close..." Randy was started to buck his hips now, trying to push his throat deeper down Mike's throat. One hand had left the bench and was back to being intertwined in the winger's hair. He loved the feeling of it running over his fingers, and when Mike's tongue swiped the base of his cock to all the way to the tip, he was sure he was going to explode.
"Oh I'm gonna come, Mike!"
Mike gave one last lick, long and slow, and pulled away completely. He continued to jerk Randy till the young man was coming, his hot seed spilling all over his shirt. Heaving breathing, closed eyes, hands clenching the bench. Randy licked his lips and looked at Mike. He was smiling at him, staring at the mess on Randy's shirt.
"You're gonna need to put a clean shirt on."
"Yeah, thanks." Randy looked down and sighed. "You couldn't swallow?"
"I stopped doing that three years ago, sorry."
"Oh, well," Randy paused, a sly grin forming on his face. "Don't your knees hurt? You've been on them an awfully long time..."
Mike rolled his eyes and tried not to be amused at the sore attempt of calling him old. Randy laughed, however, but was soon cut off when they were suddenly no longer the only two in the locker room. Mike Richards had walked in and was just standing there, staring at them.
"Did you just..."
"Yep." Mike grunted as he stood and grabbed a towel from Randy's locker.
"Nice." Richards smiled and shook his head. Randy, cock still out, although clearly limp, just blushed and quickly fixed himself. He knew Richards wouldn't tell...at least not everyone.
There was no once on the ice now as Scottie was seated at the away bench, messing around with the tape on his hockey stick. He hadn't heard any trace of anyone within the last ten minutes, so when a voice suddenly filled the arena, he was a bit taken back.
"Hey, Uppy."
Scottie looked up and saw Glen Metropolit skate by. He had a small bucket in his one hand, filled with pucks, and the other holding his stick. Scottie sat there, watching him now, interested in what Metro was doing. He had a puck on the ice, bucket on the ice as well, and was pushing the puck back and forth with his stick. To the left, right, left, and then a shot, puck hit the back of the net. Scottie watched Metro stand there for a second, probably taking in what he did right, wrong, whatever, until Metro turned and looked back at Scottie.
A slight blush crept up on the winger's face, having been caught staring, and he looked down, trying to occupy himself with his stick. He didn't see the smile on Metro's face, or when the center took another puck out and shot it to make another goal. He didn't see when Metro put his stick down and started skating over to Scottie, smile still in tow.
"How ya feeling?"
Scottie looked up, saw Metro standing in front of him on the other side of the board. "A lot better. I'm hoping to play Thursday night."
"That's good."
"Yeah, maybe Richie too."
"I saw him back there, talking to Jeff. They're like what, a couple, right?"
"Umm..." Scottie was pretty sure everyone on the team knew about Richie and Jeff. No secret, right? "Yeah, a couple years now."
"Yeah, so when they get goals, they usually reward each other, right?"
What the fuck, Metro? Scottie considered how he was going to answer that. Don't make the rewards real. Don't talk about the rewards. Don't - Wait, did Metro get his reward?
"You got a goal over the weekend, didn't you?"
Now it was Metro's turn to blush. "Yeah, against the Bruins. No big deal."
"And you didn't get rewarded...You want Richie or Jeff to do it?" Scottie was pretty sure he was catching on to where this conversation was headed.
"No! I mean, no, it's cool, they don't have to..."
"But I can."
"What?!"
Scottie sat up and grabbed Metro's practice jersey. He pulled the older man close and crushed his lips, cursing the boards that separated them. Hands were suddenly pushing at Scottie and the winger was forced to pull back, catching is breath.
"Fuck, Uppy, we can get caught!"
"You want your reward or not?"
"Well, yeah, but - "
"Fuck it, Metro. We won't get caught. Richie had a dream once I fucked him in the penalty box. Trust me, these kinda things go unseen." Scottie was grinning from ear to ear, watching Metro's face start to fluster. "Now get your ass over here and drop your pants."
It was five minutes later when Scottie had Metro moaning, his mouth surrounding his hard cock and doing it perfectly, like everytime, until the center came in his mouth and every last drop was swallowed. Nothing to clean up, no worried, and Metro was pulling his pants back up and blinking his eyes to get pass post-orgasmis daze.
"Damn," was all Metro said before allowing Scottie to kiss him several more time before returning back to workout.
Scottie knew about Hartnell's two rewards too, but considering who gave them, two different people each, he was sure there was no reason to think about it.