Flyers Fic
Title: "Happy Birthday, Richie"
By:exigencyexit
Fandom: NHL
Team(s): Philadelphia Flyers, Pittsburgh Penguins
Pairing(s): Scottie Upshall/Sidney Crosby, Mike Richards/Sidney Crosby
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All fake. Written for entertainment purposes only.
Warnings: Rival!smut. Slight bondage. Language.
Summary: Richie gets an unusual birthday present from a teammate.
Credit: Totinydancermags because we came up with the idea to write stories for their birthdays, and then the evil muse inside of my head decided he wanted to torture everyone with Richie/Sid.
Author's Notes: All I can say, really, is ENJOY. *Not edited.
Scottie pushed the younger form down onto the bed and straddled his waist. Moans of excitement, or maybe restlessness, were muffled by a ball gag, and when the winger pulled two silk ties from his back pocket a pair of dark eyes went wide. Those eyes were staring at him, watching him, expressed with a hint of interest, worry, confusion and maybe a little bit of lust. They never moved off Scottie, and they could only watch the Flyer grinning at him, licking his lips, as Scottie separated the two piece of silk material.
A fingertip ran down his shirt covered torso, teasing him with light touches all the way to the waistband of his jeans. The tension was in the air, floating around the room to only absorb what was going on. Being tied up, forced to swallow any sound he wanted to come out of his mouth. He could easily throw a punch at Scottie's face, hope to hit him hard enough to knock the winger off and onto the floor, make a run for it and find a phone. It wasn't necessarily a kidnapping attempt, as Sidney Crosby did agree to go with Scottie when suggested they get lunch. Of course, there was no lunch, just silk ties and red ball gags and wicked grins that led to a hotel room.
When Sidney closed his eyes, finally, pushing out air from his nostrils to breathe deep, Scottie slid of the captain and gently grabbed a wrist. Using one silk tie, the winger bind his wrist to the headboard. He was careful to tie the material just right so later it could easily be undone, but tied tightly for now that Sidney couldn't escape. Scottie did the same to the other wrist, careful to tie it just right, and once done, he moved to straddled the captain's waist again.
"You look so delicious," Scottie teased. "I wish it was my birthday." He winked at Sidney and brought his face close, lips hovering over a ear, a tongue snaking out to briefly make contact. Scottie could feel the captain shudder, and chuckled, running a hand up Sidney's shirt to pinch a nipple. "So young, so dumb, so fucking hot."
Sidney moaned. Muffled, obviously, but drawn out with an arched back and exposed neck. Scottie couldn't take it. That neck was too pretty, too perfect, and he needed to taste it. He ducked his head down and kissed the captain's throat, nipped and sucked and moved his way to the other side of neck to leave a trail of kisses straight to his ear. Scottie was lying on top of Sidney now, chests touching, grinding his hips and a painful erection into what could have been another painful erection, but Scottie wasn't sure. There was too much going on for him to think about it, and he wanted Sidney's shirt off but his arms were already bonded and fuck, what was he doing?
Scottie pulled back, looked down at the captain, stared into those dark eyes.. He was aching to just ravish the man himself, maybe tear off his clothes and thrust into him, fuck him. He was so fucking turned on that he was about to explode in his pants because Sidney just moaned again and he was sure the captain was doing the grinding that time.
"Fuckin' stop it!" He was becoming frustrated because he knew he had to stop touching. Scottie resisted the urge to kiss him and instead grabbed his crotch, squeezed, extracted one more moan and then he was completely off the bed. He went searching through a small bag he placed on the opposite side of the room and pulled out a blindfold. Scottie placed the blindfold on Sidney, giving him one last wink before pulling the black silk material down to cover his eyes.
Sidney was sure Scottie was done, but then he heard something like paper being ripped and there was small pat on his chest.
"You won't have to wait long," Scottie said, and while Sidney couldn't see anything, it seemed like he could suddenly hear everything. The sound of Scottie grabbing his bag, walking across the floor, opening the door and leaving him behind. The captain could hear the soft sound of a click, and then there was silence, and if Sidney didn't panic before he was surely starting to panic then.
"Hello?" There was obviously going to be no answer. There's no one in the fucking room but you. Sidney didn't care; he tried again. "Hello?" His voice was starting to crack. Fear, anxiety, confusion. He pulled at the restraints and started kicking his feet to add more effort. It was useless, and all he was doing was leaving marks around his wrists. Sidney sighed, holding back sounds of worry in his throat.
He wanted to cry. This wasn't fair. He's Sidney fucking Crosby.
There was a knock on the door, "Hello? Scottie?" and then the door opened, Sidney was sure. There was exactly five seconds of silence before he heard the voice again.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Sidney tried to recognize the voice. It wasn't anyone on his team, nor was he sure it was anyone from the team they were playing later that night.
"Sid? Is that you?"
Mike Richards. Fuck!
Sidney pulled at the ties again to emphasize his muffled scream. He didn't hear his footsteps, but he suddenly felt a warm pair of hands urging him to stop.
"Hey, calm down before - " A note caught Mike's eyes. He grabbed a piece of paper taped to Sidney's shirt and read it. Enjoy the birthday present. Love, Scottie. Mike wasn't if he should roll his eyes or laugh at loud. "Oh my god..." He set the paper down on the nightstand and looked at the mess that was on the hotel bed.
It all made sense to him now. Mike got the text from Scottie earlier that day telling him he had a surprise waiting for him at a hotel. A couple text messages later revealed which one, the time, and what room to go to. The key was waiting for him at the desk, and while Mike didn't want to spend his birthday at a hotel the idea of it all amused him. Here was Sidney Crosby, captain of the fucking Penguins, tied up, blindfolded, obviously scared for his life, about ready to beg for mercy in the hands of Mike Richards.
Oh yes, Mike was indeed amused by it. And quite frankly, a little turned on.
Mike won't deny it, his friendship with the Penguins' captain. There have been a couple times when they hung out. Both young and holding such a big responsibility on their shoulders brought them closer together. Of course, Mike never really thought of Sidney that way...or did he?
The silk ties around Sidney's wrist were red, matching the ball gag, and the color seemed so dark against his skin. The blindfold was black, and Mike grinned at the contrast of everything going on. Red and black, Devils' colors, placed on a Penguins player who was tied up for a Flyer. If only they were in New York, Mike was sure the irony would have gotten hotter.
A noise came deep from Sidney's throat and Mike reached down to untie the ball gag. Once out of his mouth, sharp gasps of breath were coming in and out of the younger captain's mouth, a pink tongue poking out quickly to wet his dry lips. Mike watched the tongue, appear and disappear, and his jeans became just a little bit tighter then usual.
"Richie?"
Mike cleared his throat, "Yeah."
"Fuck...Richie, please, untie me...Fuckin' Upshall did this to me."
"I know."
"What? You know. What the fuck is goin' on?!"
"Just," A deep sigh. Mike sat on the edge of the bed, and surveyed how he was going to go about in untying the younger captain. "Just don't be so loud. You don't want people to start knocking on the door."
"Richie..." Mike arched an eyebrow at Sidney, although he couldn't see it, and watched the expressions change on his face. There was that panic when he first came in, next the relief, and then anger, but maybe that last drown out sound of his name was a hidden moan. If Mike knew Scottie like he thought he did, he was sure Scottie got Sidney worked up before he left. Bastard.
"Sid, you uh, you know why Scottie did this?"
"No."
"Well, I have a funny feeling you are supposed to be my birthday present."
"What?!"
"Calm down, Sid, I'll start untying you and then we'll talk about it."
Sidney's breathing was deep, and when Mike reached over to start untying one wrist he could feel it on his throat. It was warm, and it felt good. It felt like a summer breeze and Mike closed his eyes for a moment, kept one hand on Sidney's arm and the other found its way to get tangled into the younger captain's hair. Soft strands, the smell of what might have been a fresh shower before his capture, and everything was inviting Mike in.
"Richie..." There was it was again, that name being drawn out again, those pouty lips pressed together to tease Mike. The older captain couldn't take it anymore. Fuck, of course he thought of Sidney that way.
Mike pressed his lips to Sidney's and everything came crashing down. No longer scared, afraid, about ready to freak out, but now eager and horny and Sidney was kissing back with just as much passion as Mike was giving him. Mike was moving his body now, moving to lay on top of Sidney, moving to pressed his hips into Sidney's and give him better access to push his tongue further into that wet mouth. Mike was pulling at Sidney's shirt, cursing Scottie for keeping it on. He grabbed the collar, pulled, hard, soon ripping the piece of clothing in half and removing it away from Sidney. The now tattered shirt feel to the floor, ignored, and Mike went back to kissing those more than willing lips.
"Sid..." Mike attacked his neck, kissing, licking, sucking, hands roaming the hot flesh. He got a loud moan in response, a moan to tell him to keep going, and the older captain started a trail of kisses that led right to top of Sidney's jeans. "We need these off now."
"Please...Oh, fuck." Sidney could feel Mike's hands working the button on his jeans, could hear the zipper being pulled down, and then the jeans were slipped off his hips and down pass his thighs until they joined the tattered shirt on the floor. His boxers did nothing to hide his erection, and before Mike could do anything, words halted his actions. "Should we?"
A guilty feeling rushed over Mike. Guilt for what? For about to fuck his rival? For about to fuck someone when he should be letting his own boyfriend treat him on his birthday? Guilt for maybe listening to Scottie when he knew he shouldn't but that sense of curiousity got the best of him, again, and there was no turning back now.
"I think we already are," and Mike pulled the boxers off and they too were on the floor.
There was lube placed conveniently on the nightstand next to the bed. How thoughtful, and Mike had fixed his stare on that while he tore his own clothes off. Staring at Sidney would have just made him come right there. The kid - the kid? - was fucking hot, just naked, panting, hard as rock and waiting for him. Fuck, Scottie was so going to pay for this later.
Mike crawled onto the bed and gently placed himself on Sidney. He started kissing him again, running fingers down his chest to stop at his erection, to only tease him. When Sidney bucked his hips, let out a breathless "Please, Richie..." the older captain gave in and started to stroke his cock. He moved his lips to a spot on his neck that he found, nipped at it and listened to Sidney moan. He was hard himself, the stroking suddenly turning into more of a tease for him then for Sidney.
The cap to lube was opened and a couple drops poured onto three fingers. Mike entered one at time, slowly, preparing the younger captain for something much larger. He took his time, curving each finger as he pushed them in to graze over a spot that Mike could see on Sidney's face brought a lot of pleasure. Moans were coming through gritted teeth as Sidney pushed on those fingers, urging them deeper, to move faster.
"Oh, fuck yeah..."
Mike smirked and pulled them out, quickly lubed up his hard cock at the sound of Sidney's grunt. He moved to settle in between the younger captain's legs, and grasping Sidney's hips to steady him Mike pushed his cock deep into his ass.
"Fuck!" They said it at the same time, Sidney being filled and Mike being completely surrounded. The thrusts were slow at first, allowing the pleasure to build up, and when Sidney pulled at the restraints, bucked his hips and arched his back all at once, Mike began to fuck his brains out.
There was a series of moans, curses, some name calling, and a lot of kissing before either one reach their orgasm. Sidney came first. Thrusting into him as hard as could, Mike grabbed Sidney's cock stroked him like he was doing before. Hot semen spilled over his hand, some dripping down to Sidney's chest, and when muscles clenched around Mike's cock was when the older captain was seeing stars and calling out Sidney's name.
He was panting, sweating, and when he pulled out, Mike collapsed on the bed. He blinked his eyes several times, making sure exactly what happened was what he thought it was, and when he realized it was indeed the aftermath of sex with Sidney Crosby, Mike chocked back a couple tears. Fuckin' idiot.
"Richie?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry." Mike sat up and started occupying himself with untying the ties around Sidney's wrist. One, two, and he tossed the silk material on the floor. Looking back at the younger captain, he noticed the small smile on his face as he looked back at Mike.
"Happy birthday."
Mike smiled, shook his head, and brought Sidney into a hug. Consequences could wait. "Thanks."
By:exigencyexit
Fandom: NHL
Team(s): Philadelphia Flyers, Pittsburgh Penguins
Pairing(s): Scottie Upshall/Sidney Crosby, Mike Richards/Sidney Crosby
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All fake. Written for entertainment purposes only.
Warnings: Rival!smut. Slight bondage. Language.
Summary: Richie gets an unusual birthday present from a teammate.
Credit: Totinydancermags because we came up with the idea to write stories for their birthdays, and then the evil muse inside of my head decided he wanted to torture everyone with Richie/Sid.
Author's Notes: All I can say, really, is ENJOY. *Not edited.
Scottie pushed the younger form down onto the bed and straddled his waist. Moans of excitement, or maybe restlessness, were muffled by a ball gag, and when the winger pulled two silk ties from his back pocket a pair of dark eyes went wide. Those eyes were staring at him, watching him, expressed with a hint of interest, worry, confusion and maybe a little bit of lust. They never moved off Scottie, and they could only watch the Flyer grinning at him, licking his lips, as Scottie separated the two piece of silk material.
A fingertip ran down his shirt covered torso, teasing him with light touches all the way to the waistband of his jeans. The tension was in the air, floating around the room to only absorb what was going on. Being tied up, forced to swallow any sound he wanted to come out of his mouth. He could easily throw a punch at Scottie's face, hope to hit him hard enough to knock the winger off and onto the floor, make a run for it and find a phone. It wasn't necessarily a kidnapping attempt, as Sidney Crosby did agree to go with Scottie when suggested they get lunch. Of course, there was no lunch, just silk ties and red ball gags and wicked grins that led to a hotel room.
When Sidney closed his eyes, finally, pushing out air from his nostrils to breathe deep, Scottie slid of the captain and gently grabbed a wrist. Using one silk tie, the winger bind his wrist to the headboard. He was careful to tie the material just right so later it could easily be undone, but tied tightly for now that Sidney couldn't escape. Scottie did the same to the other wrist, careful to tie it just right, and once done, he moved to straddled the captain's waist again.
"You look so delicious," Scottie teased. "I wish it was my birthday." He winked at Sidney and brought his face close, lips hovering over a ear, a tongue snaking out to briefly make contact. Scottie could feel the captain shudder, and chuckled, running a hand up Sidney's shirt to pinch a nipple. "So young, so dumb, so fucking hot."
Sidney moaned. Muffled, obviously, but drawn out with an arched back and exposed neck. Scottie couldn't take it. That neck was too pretty, too perfect, and he needed to taste it. He ducked his head down and kissed the captain's throat, nipped and sucked and moved his way to the other side of neck to leave a trail of kisses straight to his ear. Scottie was lying on top of Sidney now, chests touching, grinding his hips and a painful erection into what could have been another painful erection, but Scottie wasn't sure. There was too much going on for him to think about it, and he wanted Sidney's shirt off but his arms were already bonded and fuck, what was he doing?
Scottie pulled back, looked down at the captain, stared into those dark eyes.. He was aching to just ravish the man himself, maybe tear off his clothes and thrust into him, fuck him. He was so fucking turned on that he was about to explode in his pants because Sidney just moaned again and he was sure the captain was doing the grinding that time.
"Fuckin' stop it!" He was becoming frustrated because he knew he had to stop touching. Scottie resisted the urge to kiss him and instead grabbed his crotch, squeezed, extracted one more moan and then he was completely off the bed. He went searching through a small bag he placed on the opposite side of the room and pulled out a blindfold. Scottie placed the blindfold on Sidney, giving him one last wink before pulling the black silk material down to cover his eyes.
Sidney was sure Scottie was done, but then he heard something like paper being ripped and there was small pat on his chest.
"You won't have to wait long," Scottie said, and while Sidney couldn't see anything, it seemed like he could suddenly hear everything. The sound of Scottie grabbing his bag, walking across the floor, opening the door and leaving him behind. The captain could hear the soft sound of a click, and then there was silence, and if Sidney didn't panic before he was surely starting to panic then.
"Hello?" There was obviously going to be no answer. There's no one in the fucking room but you. Sidney didn't care; he tried again. "Hello?" His voice was starting to crack. Fear, anxiety, confusion. He pulled at the restraints and started kicking his feet to add more effort. It was useless, and all he was doing was leaving marks around his wrists. Sidney sighed, holding back sounds of worry in his throat.
He wanted to cry. This wasn't fair. He's Sidney fucking Crosby.
There was a knock on the door, "Hello? Scottie?" and then the door opened, Sidney was sure. There was exactly five seconds of silence before he heard the voice again.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Sidney tried to recognize the voice. It wasn't anyone on his team, nor was he sure it was anyone from the team they were playing later that night.
"Sid? Is that you?"
Mike Richards. Fuck!
Sidney pulled at the ties again to emphasize his muffled scream. He didn't hear his footsteps, but he suddenly felt a warm pair of hands urging him to stop.
"Hey, calm down before - " A note caught Mike's eyes. He grabbed a piece of paper taped to Sidney's shirt and read it. Enjoy the birthday present. Love, Scottie. Mike wasn't if he should roll his eyes or laugh at loud. "Oh my god..." He set the paper down on the nightstand and looked at the mess that was on the hotel bed.
It all made sense to him now. Mike got the text from Scottie earlier that day telling him he had a surprise waiting for him at a hotel. A couple text messages later revealed which one, the time, and what room to go to. The key was waiting for him at the desk, and while Mike didn't want to spend his birthday at a hotel the idea of it all amused him. Here was Sidney Crosby, captain of the fucking Penguins, tied up, blindfolded, obviously scared for his life, about ready to beg for mercy in the hands of Mike Richards.
Oh yes, Mike was indeed amused by it. And quite frankly, a little turned on.
Mike won't deny it, his friendship with the Penguins' captain. There have been a couple times when they hung out. Both young and holding such a big responsibility on their shoulders brought them closer together. Of course, Mike never really thought of Sidney that way...or did he?
The silk ties around Sidney's wrist were red, matching the ball gag, and the color seemed so dark against his skin. The blindfold was black, and Mike grinned at the contrast of everything going on. Red and black, Devils' colors, placed on a Penguins player who was tied up for a Flyer. If only they were in New York, Mike was sure the irony would have gotten hotter.
A noise came deep from Sidney's throat and Mike reached down to untie the ball gag. Once out of his mouth, sharp gasps of breath were coming in and out of the younger captain's mouth, a pink tongue poking out quickly to wet his dry lips. Mike watched the tongue, appear and disappear, and his jeans became just a little bit tighter then usual.
"Richie?"
Mike cleared his throat, "Yeah."
"Fuck...Richie, please, untie me...Fuckin' Upshall did this to me."
"I know."
"What? You know. What the fuck is goin' on?!"
"Just," A deep sigh. Mike sat on the edge of the bed, and surveyed how he was going to go about in untying the younger captain. "Just don't be so loud. You don't want people to start knocking on the door."
"Richie..." Mike arched an eyebrow at Sidney, although he couldn't see it, and watched the expressions change on his face. There was that panic when he first came in, next the relief, and then anger, but maybe that last drown out sound of his name was a hidden moan. If Mike knew Scottie like he thought he did, he was sure Scottie got Sidney worked up before he left. Bastard.
"Sid, you uh, you know why Scottie did this?"
"No."
"Well, I have a funny feeling you are supposed to be my birthday present."
"What?!"
"Calm down, Sid, I'll start untying you and then we'll talk about it."
Sidney's breathing was deep, and when Mike reached over to start untying one wrist he could feel it on his throat. It was warm, and it felt good. It felt like a summer breeze and Mike closed his eyes for a moment, kept one hand on Sidney's arm and the other found its way to get tangled into the younger captain's hair. Soft strands, the smell of what might have been a fresh shower before his capture, and everything was inviting Mike in.
"Richie..." There was it was again, that name being drawn out again, those pouty lips pressed together to tease Mike. The older captain couldn't take it anymore. Fuck, of course he thought of Sidney that way.
Mike pressed his lips to Sidney's and everything came crashing down. No longer scared, afraid, about ready to freak out, but now eager and horny and Sidney was kissing back with just as much passion as Mike was giving him. Mike was moving his body now, moving to lay on top of Sidney, moving to pressed his hips into Sidney's and give him better access to push his tongue further into that wet mouth. Mike was pulling at Sidney's shirt, cursing Scottie for keeping it on. He grabbed the collar, pulled, hard, soon ripping the piece of clothing in half and removing it away from Sidney. The now tattered shirt feel to the floor, ignored, and Mike went back to kissing those more than willing lips.
"Sid..." Mike attacked his neck, kissing, licking, sucking, hands roaming the hot flesh. He got a loud moan in response, a moan to tell him to keep going, and the older captain started a trail of kisses that led right to top of Sidney's jeans. "We need these off now."
"Please...Oh, fuck." Sidney could feel Mike's hands working the button on his jeans, could hear the zipper being pulled down, and then the jeans were slipped off his hips and down pass his thighs until they joined the tattered shirt on the floor. His boxers did nothing to hide his erection, and before Mike could do anything, words halted his actions. "Should we?"
A guilty feeling rushed over Mike. Guilt for what? For about to fuck his rival? For about to fuck someone when he should be letting his own boyfriend treat him on his birthday? Guilt for maybe listening to Scottie when he knew he shouldn't but that sense of curiousity got the best of him, again, and there was no turning back now.
"I think we already are," and Mike pulled the boxers off and they too were on the floor.
There was lube placed conveniently on the nightstand next to the bed. How thoughtful, and Mike had fixed his stare on that while he tore his own clothes off. Staring at Sidney would have just made him come right there. The kid - the kid? - was fucking hot, just naked, panting, hard as rock and waiting for him. Fuck, Scottie was so going to pay for this later.
Mike crawled onto the bed and gently placed himself on Sidney. He started kissing him again, running fingers down his chest to stop at his erection, to only tease him. When Sidney bucked his hips, let out a breathless "Please, Richie..." the older captain gave in and started to stroke his cock. He moved his lips to a spot on his neck that he found, nipped at it and listened to Sidney moan. He was hard himself, the stroking suddenly turning into more of a tease for him then for Sidney.
The cap to lube was opened and a couple drops poured onto three fingers. Mike entered one at time, slowly, preparing the younger captain for something much larger. He took his time, curving each finger as he pushed them in to graze over a spot that Mike could see on Sidney's face brought a lot of pleasure. Moans were coming through gritted teeth as Sidney pushed on those fingers, urging them deeper, to move faster.
"Oh, fuck yeah..."
Mike smirked and pulled them out, quickly lubed up his hard cock at the sound of Sidney's grunt. He moved to settle in between the younger captain's legs, and grasping Sidney's hips to steady him Mike pushed his cock deep into his ass.
"Fuck!" They said it at the same time, Sidney being filled and Mike being completely surrounded. The thrusts were slow at first, allowing the pleasure to build up, and when Sidney pulled at the restraints, bucked his hips and arched his back all at once, Mike began to fuck his brains out.
There was a series of moans, curses, some name calling, and a lot of kissing before either one reach their orgasm. Sidney came first. Thrusting into him as hard as could, Mike grabbed Sidney's cock stroked him like he was doing before. Hot semen spilled over his hand, some dripping down to Sidney's chest, and when muscles clenched around Mike's cock was when the older captain was seeing stars and calling out Sidney's name.
He was panting, sweating, and when he pulled out, Mike collapsed on the bed. He blinked his eyes several times, making sure exactly what happened was what he thought it was, and when he realized it was indeed the aftermath of sex with Sidney Crosby, Mike chocked back a couple tears. Fuckin' idiot.
"Richie?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry." Mike sat up and started occupying himself with untying the ties around Sidney's wrist. One, two, and he tossed the silk material on the floor. Looking back at the younger captain, he noticed the small smile on his face as he looked back at Mike.
"Happy birthday."
Mike smiled, shook his head, and brought Sidney into a hug. Consequences could wait. "Thanks."