Flyers "Reward Party, take 2"
Title: "Reward Party, take 2" Richie, Joff, Coburn and Knuble
By: exigencyexit
Fandom: NHL
Team(s): Philadelphia Flyers
Pairing(s): Mike Richards/Joffrey Lupul, Mike Richards/Jeff Carter, Joffrey Lupul/Andrew Alberts, Braydon Coburn/Scottie Upshall, Mike Knuble/Andrew Alberts
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All fake, nothing is true about this at all.
Warnings: Language. Lots of smut.
Credit: Part of the rewards series that tinydancermags and I have.
Summary: Rewards for the game on Saturday, Feb 21st against the Pens.
Author's Notes: Blah. Late, I know, bite me. But, ENJOY! *Not edited.
Joff found his way into Scottie's apartment after the game, resisting a couple invites to go out and instead spend a lazy afternoon in bed. It was better to forget the game that way. Slow, effortless sex, as opposed to drowning it out with whiskey and crappy liquor. At least he would remember the sex. However, being in Scottie's apartment that night, already there when a couple "guests" started to arrive, meant there was no escaping the plans his best friend had arranged.
Trapped, doomed, and destined to receive a reward. Fuck yeah, that's right.
Joff didn't feel like he deserved a reward. No one felt like they did after they lost the game. But rules were rules and, well, did the reward system even have rules? Joff watched Scottie welcome everyone in, first Richie and then Braydon, Knuble and Andy. Of course there were rules.
Joff always wondered how it was decided who rewarded who. At the first reward party, things just ended up going the way they did. Scottie initiated it all, like he was doing now, but why was Andy there? He didn't get a reward...Unless...
"Everyone take a seat. We can gets things rolling in just a bit." Scottie seemed way too happy. There was a sparkle in his eyes, and Joff wondered how much longer it was going to be before it hit Scottie that he didn't get rewarded yet. Joff wondered when Scottie was going to break, to melt, to let it sink in that the winger hasn't scored since the beginning of January. It was going to be hell, Joff knew, almost like how Scottie felt when the goal a couple games ago was given to Asham. A knife to the heart, but a lesson learned.
Joff turned his head when Scottie came back into the living room, looked at him, saw his smile still bright. Let him enjoy it while he can, and Joff did.
Knuble and Andy were seated on the couch, Braydon next to Andy. Richie was still standing, fully aware of what was going on. It didn't take him long to put two and two together to see there where four scores that day and all four goal scorers were in the same room. Richie had heard about the last reward party from Joff, because Joff was about to tell Richie that Jeff was there. About to, meaning he never did, and Joff wondered if Richie would tell Jeff about tonight.
"So, unfortunately, we lost our game today, but there were four goals, four goals that should be..." Be careful who you say the word to because if too many people hear it, it becomes too real. "...acknowledged." Scottie walked over to Richie and pulled the man into the plush armchair. Scottie had just a couple inches on Richie, but when the winger knelt before his captain, he was just perfect.
Richie looked at Scottie, breathing starting to come in and out quicker, his eyes wide with curiousity. A pair of hands were brushing against his thighs, rubbing along the waistband of his jeans. Scottie grabbed at Richie's shirt and brought him into a crushing kiss. Lips and tongues and hands pulling more at Richie's shirt, and soon Scottie paused to pull the shirt off and Richie was topless. Scottie captured his lips again, more kissing, more touching.
Joff had cocked his head to the side and watched. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed an uncomfortable twitch coming from the couch. He looked, and Andy was rubbing his erection through his jeans. He was trying to be discrete, but Joff caught him and Andy knew. They locked eyes, for a moment stared at each other, before Andy finally pushed himself off the couch and walked over to Joff.
"Seeing Scottie and Richie turns you on just as much as it turn me on, eh?" Andy breathed in Joff's ear, wrapped his arms around the shorter man. He nipped at a sensative spot on Joff's neck and heard a moan deep from Joff's throat. "Mmm, yeah..."
Richie had on hand tangled in Scottie's hair as the two continued their make-out session, but the sound of Joff moaning, an all too familiar sound, brought his head up to look at what was going on. As Scottie's lips to moved to his neck, he was watched Andy pull Joff to the loveseat; watched him push Joff down and climb into his lap. They started kissing, tongues battling for dominance, and Andy's hands were messing with the button on Joff's pants in no time.
A warmth was suddenly gone and Richie brought his attention back to Scottie. He moved, moved completely away from the captain, and walked around the chair so he could drap his arms over Richie's shoulders.
"Just watch," Scottie said. "Just watched Lupes and Albie, because one of them is rewarding you next..."
Richie swallowed a moan and could only nod in response. Scottie was gone again and Richie didn't care. He tugged at his crotch once, pulling at his jeans as they were so fucking tight. He was rock hard, erection straining, and he wanted to touch himself. Discipline was the look Scottie shot him, and Richie just held onto the arm rests and swallowed the lump in throat.
Andy pulled at Joff's jeans, breaking the kiss, and Joff lifted his hips so the jeans could slid right off. A smirk was on Andy's face, "No underwear? I'm sure Ups has something to do with that..." and he started stroking Joff's cock.
"Oh, fuck!" Joff bucked his hips, eyes glued to Andy as the defensemen started to please him. He tugged his own shirt off, threw it to have it land somewhere on the floor. Joff's eyes went back to watching Andy, and as soon he did, he watched Andy take him completely in his mouth.
Scottie smirked as he watched Braydon. He was turned on; the look was the same look he gave Knuble during his last reward. Unfortunately, Scottie hadn't stayed for the whole reward, and he was suddenly interested in seeing what Braydon looked like, maybe tasted like, when he came.
Joff was slouched into the seat, naked, panting, hands holding on the back of the couch as he fucked Andy's mouth. He knew he was being watched and he didn't care. It was too fucking good. Andy's mouth felt too good and Joff was so close, he just needed a little some more...Scottie's lips were on his neck, hands trailing down his chest. Joff moaned, loudly, and bucked his hips one last time before coming down Andy's throat. The defensemen swallowed every drop, and after letting Joff's cock fall from his mouth, he pulled the winger into a crushing kiss. Scottie was still there, allowing Andy to kiss Joff, pulling Andy closer so he could taste him too.
"Fuck, Ups...so greedy." Andy grinned and watched Scottie lick his lips, wink at him. Andy chuckled and stood up, his erection clear as can be although still hidden under his jeans.
As a series of clothes were starting to pile up on the living room, Scottie tugged his own shirt off to add to it. He bent back down to whisper to Joff, "Watch this." He kissed Joff's neck, almost lovingly, and then headed over to Braydon.
Andy was still standing there, and after watched Scottie he caught sight of Knuble. Andy looked at him and grinned, catching the bulge in his pants. "Hmm, you got a goal today too, didn't ya?" There was something about a horny, eager to please everyone kind of Andy that really turned Knuble on. And when that Andy crawled into his lap and started kissing him, started pawing at his shirt to get the buttons undone, Knuble didn't mind that those same lips were just kissing Joff, and more.
"I really should get going, Ups, thanks but - " Braydon was sure he didn't know that he could just get up and leave this, and as Scottie's kiss shut him up he learned he wasn't going anywhere. The kiss wasn't too forceful, but full of passionate and it drove his cock to get even harder. Braydon moaned into Scottie's mouth, allowed the winger to pull the buttons free of his shirt and tug the material off his body. A tee shirt was next, and Scottie just pushed that up to capture a rock hard nipple in his mouth. He sucked on the bud, drew out a hiss from the defensemen as he nibbled on it.
"Fuck, Ups, keep going..." The last word was drawn out, but Scottie heard it as his mouth left trails of kisses down Braydon's stomach to the tip of the waistband of his jeans. Fingers pulled the button out and tugged at the jeans. Hips were lifted and the jeans slid off, grabbing blue boxers on the way down. The material swam around his ankles, an erection freed and in front of Scottie. The winger gave Braydon a look; saw his head lying back on the couch, mouth open, his boyd twitching with anticipation. Scottie licked the tip of Braydon's cock, teased him with light touches of his fingertips to his shaft. A small moan, the defensemen licked his lips, and then he bucked his hips when Scottie took him in his mouth.
Mike Knuble, now shirtless, was tuning out everything going on as he watched Andy fumble with the button on his jeans. Andy pulled the zipper down and freed Mike's cock, stroking him gently as he sat up to kiss the older man. Their eyes were closed, moans soft, their kissing gentle to one another before Mike started to thrust his cock hard into Andy's hand.
"Please," Mike asked, almost a beg, and Andy kissed him one last time before doing what Mike wanted. A wet, hot mouth took his cock in, running a skilled tongue all over. Teeth were covered, and Andy started to bob his head, moving a hand over hard flesh to cover what his mouth couldn't.
Scottie had pushed Braydon's legs further apart as the defensemen started to slouch, pushing deeper down Scottie's throat. His fingers were in his hair, almost guiding him, telling him what he wanted. Scottie had a general idea, as this was nothing new to him, but Braydon was a new experiment and Scottie wanted satisfaction all around. No compliments, nothing to feel guity about.
Joff was getting hard again, the sight before him too hot, too erotic. He lead his hand down his torso to his cock and started touching himself, slowly, almost like he wasn't supposed to be enjoying watching Scottie suck off Braydon. He was about almost there, almost fully erect, when he could hear a moan to the left of him. Joff looked over, saw Richie pulling at his pants to get his own erection free. The captain obviously couldn't wait anymore.
Braydon was close, his breathing quick, and he had his eyes opened and looking at Scottie. The feeling was intense, sucking him in, and Braydon was sure he never felt that way before. A little nip of teeth, a humming vibration surrounding him, and Braydon came quickly down Scottie's throat.
"Oh, god..." Braydon sighed and slouched further into his seat, gave Scottie a small smile. "Thanks."
Next to them, Andy was bringing Mike closer to his orgasm, one hand rubbing his balls while the other was intertwined with Mike's right hand. Andy's head was bobbing up and down, sucking at skin, a tongue moving over the tip every so often. Mike opened his mouth, let out a small moan. He could feel it, could feet the pressure, and when Andy connected his eyes with Mike's the pressure exploded and the first line winger was shooting his come down Andy's throat. The feeling rode him, sending a shiver through his body, and Mike moaned out the defensemen's name, softly, so only Andy could here it.
Andy crawled onto the couch after tucking the man's cock away and sat next to Mike. He wiped his mouth and then kissed the veteran, a hot, open-mouth kiss full of tongue. Mike wrapped his arms around Andy, and when the kiss broke a head laid on his chest and there was a peaceful sigh.
Scottie stood and heard the moaning was continuing. Giving Andy and Mike a glance, he turned and saw the action going on between the other two teammates. Joff was in Richie's lap, kisses being exchanged furiously as hands were pulling at clothes.
"You guys enjoying this?" Scottie grinned at them, watching the scene. It was hot, and he tempted on touching himself, when suddenly there were two rapid knocks on the door. Richie and Joff didn't stop.
"Shit. Who could that be?" Scottie walked over to the door and peered through the peephole. Aw, fuck. "Hey, uh, Joff? Richie? Could you guys like, chill for a second?" He looked back at them, watched them pull away, slightly confused. It didn't dawn on Scottie just yet that who was behind the door could hear what he just said, totally defeated the purpose of the suggestion.
Jeff was still dressed from what he wore leaving the game, and when Scottie finally opened the door, his face went from neutral to a little...interested. Scottie, still shirtless, was sporting a slight bulge and a grin on his face. There was an aroma leaking out into the hallway, and Jeff suddenly got the feeling he was interrupting something.
"Hey, Carts. What brings you here?"
"I uh, came by cause I'm looking for Richie. Someone said they overheard you talking to him after the game."
Scottie cocked his head a little to the left, almost like he was actually interested in what Jeff had to say. "You couldn't try to calling him to ask him yourself?"
"Phone is turned off. I'm..." Jeff paused for a moment. He didn't want to sound like a girl. "I'm worried about him, Ups. Haven't talked to him since in the locker room after the game."
"Oh don't start crying on me, Carts." Scottie stepped to the side and opened the door more. "Don't get your panties in a bunch; he's here."
Jeff let out a relieved sigh, but only to tense back up when he walked into the apartment. That aroma from earlier hit him hard, filling his nostrils and adding to what he saw. Coburn, Andy and Knuble, and then Richie, his Richie, arms wrapped up with a handful of Joff. A door was shut behind him, and Jeff stared at the two, memorized but still, angry? upset? turned on? He thought Scottie was kidding when he screamed their names before opening the door.
He didn't fell Scottie wrap his arms around his waist, didn't know Scottie was near until a hot breath was on his ear. "Joff is going to reward Richie for his goal today. Is that okay?"
Jeff made a little noise in his throat that didn't make any sense..
Scottie continued, "Unless, you want to do it." Scottie slipped his hands further in front of Jeff, cupping his crotch with both hands. "I can pull Joff away and you can reward Richie."
Jeff sank back into Scottie's embrace, allowed a couple kisses to his neck, but when he watched Joff pulled out Richie's cock, free him from the restraints of his jeans, Jeff pulled away. He walked over to where Richie and Joff were, pushed his way gently between their two bodies so he could kiss Richie. The captain's eyes went wide, both out of excitement and surprise, and Joff made a slight noise of protest. The noise got louder when he felt two hands grab him, pulling him to his feet.
"What the fuck?"
Scottie landed on the couch with Joff next to him, pulling the second line winger into his arms for a mouthful of kisses. Joff stopped his protesting, immediately. From one distraction to the next.
Richie kissed Jeff, pulling him closer, feeling the man run his hands over his body. Jeff moved himself to kneel in front of the captain, inches away from the aching cock.
"Jeff..." Richie's voice was soft, yet demanding that he look at him. "You don't have to...Not now..."
Jeff sighed, and caught Scottie looking at him out of the corner of his eye. He saw the look, recognized it. Scottie was challenging him, daring him, telling him he couldn't do it. Jeff hated that look, hated the way it made him feel. Scottie was just a bastard, and that time he didn't even have to say anything.
"I want to," and Jeff took Richie into his mouth.
Scottie watched Jeff as he pleased their captain. He watched Jeff's head move, his hands move; watched Richie squirm and moan and throw his head back when he was coming. Scottie watched them kiss, watched Jeff tuck Richie away, and then felt two hands pulling him into a kiss as Joff's lips touched his.
The bathroom was occupied for a couple hours after that. Cleaning up, a couple showers. Scottie suggested dinner for him, Joff, Richie, and of course he had to invite Jeff. And later that night, when the dessert was being brought out, Scottie gave that same look to Jeff once again. Jeff fed the chocolate cake to Richie, making the captain blush uncontrollably.
Yes, what a bastard indeed.
By: exigencyexit
Fandom: NHL
Team(s): Philadelphia Flyers
Pairing(s): Mike Richards/Joffrey Lupul, Mike Richards/Jeff Carter, Joffrey Lupul/Andrew Alberts, Braydon Coburn/Scottie Upshall, Mike Knuble/Andrew Alberts
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All fake, nothing is true about this at all.
Warnings: Language. Lots of smut.
Credit: Part of the rewards series that tinydancermags and I have.
Summary: Rewards for the game on Saturday, Feb 21st against the Pens.
Author's Notes: Blah. Late, I know, bite me. But, ENJOY! *Not edited.
Joff found his way into Scottie's apartment after the game, resisting a couple invites to go out and instead spend a lazy afternoon in bed. It was better to forget the game that way. Slow, effortless sex, as opposed to drowning it out with whiskey and crappy liquor. At least he would remember the sex. However, being in Scottie's apartment that night, already there when a couple "guests" started to arrive, meant there was no escaping the plans his best friend had arranged.
Trapped, doomed, and destined to receive a reward. Fuck yeah, that's right.
Joff didn't feel like he deserved a reward. No one felt like they did after they lost the game. But rules were rules and, well, did the reward system even have rules? Joff watched Scottie welcome everyone in, first Richie and then Braydon, Knuble and Andy. Of course there were rules.
Joff always wondered how it was decided who rewarded who. At the first reward party, things just ended up going the way they did. Scottie initiated it all, like he was doing now, but why was Andy there? He didn't get a reward...Unless...
"Everyone take a seat. We can gets things rolling in just a bit." Scottie seemed way too happy. There was a sparkle in his eyes, and Joff wondered how much longer it was going to be before it hit Scottie that he didn't get rewarded yet. Joff wondered when Scottie was going to break, to melt, to let it sink in that the winger hasn't scored since the beginning of January. It was going to be hell, Joff knew, almost like how Scottie felt when the goal a couple games ago was given to Asham. A knife to the heart, but a lesson learned.
Joff turned his head when Scottie came back into the living room, looked at him, saw his smile still bright. Let him enjoy it while he can, and Joff did.
Knuble and Andy were seated on the couch, Braydon next to Andy. Richie was still standing, fully aware of what was going on. It didn't take him long to put two and two together to see there where four scores that day and all four goal scorers were in the same room. Richie had heard about the last reward party from Joff, because Joff was about to tell Richie that Jeff was there. About to, meaning he never did, and Joff wondered if Richie would tell Jeff about tonight.
"So, unfortunately, we lost our game today, but there were four goals, four goals that should be..." Be careful who you say the word to because if too many people hear it, it becomes too real. "...acknowledged." Scottie walked over to Richie and pulled the man into the plush armchair. Scottie had just a couple inches on Richie, but when the winger knelt before his captain, he was just perfect.
Richie looked at Scottie, breathing starting to come in and out quicker, his eyes wide with curiousity. A pair of hands were brushing against his thighs, rubbing along the waistband of his jeans. Scottie grabbed at Richie's shirt and brought him into a crushing kiss. Lips and tongues and hands pulling more at Richie's shirt, and soon Scottie paused to pull the shirt off and Richie was topless. Scottie captured his lips again, more kissing, more touching.
Joff had cocked his head to the side and watched. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed an uncomfortable twitch coming from the couch. He looked, and Andy was rubbing his erection through his jeans. He was trying to be discrete, but Joff caught him and Andy knew. They locked eyes, for a moment stared at each other, before Andy finally pushed himself off the couch and walked over to Joff.
"Seeing Scottie and Richie turns you on just as much as it turn me on, eh?" Andy breathed in Joff's ear, wrapped his arms around the shorter man. He nipped at a sensative spot on Joff's neck and heard a moan deep from Joff's throat. "Mmm, yeah..."
Richie had on hand tangled in Scottie's hair as the two continued their make-out session, but the sound of Joff moaning, an all too familiar sound, brought his head up to look at what was going on. As Scottie's lips to moved to his neck, he was watched Andy pull Joff to the loveseat; watched him push Joff down and climb into his lap. They started kissing, tongues battling for dominance, and Andy's hands were messing with the button on Joff's pants in no time.
A warmth was suddenly gone and Richie brought his attention back to Scottie. He moved, moved completely away from the captain, and walked around the chair so he could drap his arms over Richie's shoulders.
"Just watch," Scottie said. "Just watched Lupes and Albie, because one of them is rewarding you next..."
Richie swallowed a moan and could only nod in response. Scottie was gone again and Richie didn't care. He tugged at his crotch once, pulling at his jeans as they were so fucking tight. He was rock hard, erection straining, and he wanted to touch himself. Discipline was the look Scottie shot him, and Richie just held onto the arm rests and swallowed the lump in throat.
Andy pulled at Joff's jeans, breaking the kiss, and Joff lifted his hips so the jeans could slid right off. A smirk was on Andy's face, "No underwear? I'm sure Ups has something to do with that..." and he started stroking Joff's cock.
"Oh, fuck!" Joff bucked his hips, eyes glued to Andy as the defensemen started to please him. He tugged his own shirt off, threw it to have it land somewhere on the floor. Joff's eyes went back to watching Andy, and as soon he did, he watched Andy take him completely in his mouth.
Scottie smirked as he watched Braydon. He was turned on; the look was the same look he gave Knuble during his last reward. Unfortunately, Scottie hadn't stayed for the whole reward, and he was suddenly interested in seeing what Braydon looked like, maybe tasted like, when he came.
Joff was slouched into the seat, naked, panting, hands holding on the back of the couch as he fucked Andy's mouth. He knew he was being watched and he didn't care. It was too fucking good. Andy's mouth felt too good and Joff was so close, he just needed a little some more...Scottie's lips were on his neck, hands trailing down his chest. Joff moaned, loudly, and bucked his hips one last time before coming down Andy's throat. The defensemen swallowed every drop, and after letting Joff's cock fall from his mouth, he pulled the winger into a crushing kiss. Scottie was still there, allowing Andy to kiss Joff, pulling Andy closer so he could taste him too.
"Fuck, Ups...so greedy." Andy grinned and watched Scottie lick his lips, wink at him. Andy chuckled and stood up, his erection clear as can be although still hidden under his jeans.
As a series of clothes were starting to pile up on the living room, Scottie tugged his own shirt off to add to it. He bent back down to whisper to Joff, "Watch this." He kissed Joff's neck, almost lovingly, and then headed over to Braydon.
Andy was still standing there, and after watched Scottie he caught sight of Knuble. Andy looked at him and grinned, catching the bulge in his pants. "Hmm, you got a goal today too, didn't ya?" There was something about a horny, eager to please everyone kind of Andy that really turned Knuble on. And when that Andy crawled into his lap and started kissing him, started pawing at his shirt to get the buttons undone, Knuble didn't mind that those same lips were just kissing Joff, and more.
"I really should get going, Ups, thanks but - " Braydon was sure he didn't know that he could just get up and leave this, and as Scottie's kiss shut him up he learned he wasn't going anywhere. The kiss wasn't too forceful, but full of passionate and it drove his cock to get even harder. Braydon moaned into Scottie's mouth, allowed the winger to pull the buttons free of his shirt and tug the material off his body. A tee shirt was next, and Scottie just pushed that up to capture a rock hard nipple in his mouth. He sucked on the bud, drew out a hiss from the defensemen as he nibbled on it.
"Fuck, Ups, keep going..." The last word was drawn out, but Scottie heard it as his mouth left trails of kisses down Braydon's stomach to the tip of the waistband of his jeans. Fingers pulled the button out and tugged at the jeans. Hips were lifted and the jeans slid off, grabbing blue boxers on the way down. The material swam around his ankles, an erection freed and in front of Scottie. The winger gave Braydon a look; saw his head lying back on the couch, mouth open, his boyd twitching with anticipation. Scottie licked the tip of Braydon's cock, teased him with light touches of his fingertips to his shaft. A small moan, the defensemen licked his lips, and then he bucked his hips when Scottie took him in his mouth.
Mike Knuble, now shirtless, was tuning out everything going on as he watched Andy fumble with the button on his jeans. Andy pulled the zipper down and freed Mike's cock, stroking him gently as he sat up to kiss the older man. Their eyes were closed, moans soft, their kissing gentle to one another before Mike started to thrust his cock hard into Andy's hand.
"Please," Mike asked, almost a beg, and Andy kissed him one last time before doing what Mike wanted. A wet, hot mouth took his cock in, running a skilled tongue all over. Teeth were covered, and Andy started to bob his head, moving a hand over hard flesh to cover what his mouth couldn't.
Scottie had pushed Braydon's legs further apart as the defensemen started to slouch, pushing deeper down Scottie's throat. His fingers were in his hair, almost guiding him, telling him what he wanted. Scottie had a general idea, as this was nothing new to him, but Braydon was a new experiment and Scottie wanted satisfaction all around. No compliments, nothing to feel guity about.
Joff was getting hard again, the sight before him too hot, too erotic. He lead his hand down his torso to his cock and started touching himself, slowly, almost like he wasn't supposed to be enjoying watching Scottie suck off Braydon. He was about almost there, almost fully erect, when he could hear a moan to the left of him. Joff looked over, saw Richie pulling at his pants to get his own erection free. The captain obviously couldn't wait anymore.
Braydon was close, his breathing quick, and he had his eyes opened and looking at Scottie. The feeling was intense, sucking him in, and Braydon was sure he never felt that way before. A little nip of teeth, a humming vibration surrounding him, and Braydon came quickly down Scottie's throat.
"Oh, god..." Braydon sighed and slouched further into his seat, gave Scottie a small smile. "Thanks."
Next to them, Andy was bringing Mike closer to his orgasm, one hand rubbing his balls while the other was intertwined with Mike's right hand. Andy's head was bobbing up and down, sucking at skin, a tongue moving over the tip every so often. Mike opened his mouth, let out a small moan. He could feel it, could feet the pressure, and when Andy connected his eyes with Mike's the pressure exploded and the first line winger was shooting his come down Andy's throat. The feeling rode him, sending a shiver through his body, and Mike moaned out the defensemen's name, softly, so only Andy could here it.
Andy crawled onto the couch after tucking the man's cock away and sat next to Mike. He wiped his mouth and then kissed the veteran, a hot, open-mouth kiss full of tongue. Mike wrapped his arms around Andy, and when the kiss broke a head laid on his chest and there was a peaceful sigh.
Scottie stood and heard the moaning was continuing. Giving Andy and Mike a glance, he turned and saw the action going on between the other two teammates. Joff was in Richie's lap, kisses being exchanged furiously as hands were pulling at clothes.
"You guys enjoying this?" Scottie grinned at them, watching the scene. It was hot, and he tempted on touching himself, when suddenly there were two rapid knocks on the door. Richie and Joff didn't stop.
"Shit. Who could that be?" Scottie walked over to the door and peered through the peephole. Aw, fuck. "Hey, uh, Joff? Richie? Could you guys like, chill for a second?" He looked back at them, watched them pull away, slightly confused. It didn't dawn on Scottie just yet that who was behind the door could hear what he just said, totally defeated the purpose of the suggestion.
Jeff was still dressed from what he wore leaving the game, and when Scottie finally opened the door, his face went from neutral to a little...interested. Scottie, still shirtless, was sporting a slight bulge and a grin on his face. There was an aroma leaking out into the hallway, and Jeff suddenly got the feeling he was interrupting something.
"Hey, Carts. What brings you here?"
"I uh, came by cause I'm looking for Richie. Someone said they overheard you talking to him after the game."
Scottie cocked his head a little to the left, almost like he was actually interested in what Jeff had to say. "You couldn't try to calling him to ask him yourself?"
"Phone is turned off. I'm..." Jeff paused for a moment. He didn't want to sound like a girl. "I'm worried about him, Ups. Haven't talked to him since in the locker room after the game."
"Oh don't start crying on me, Carts." Scottie stepped to the side and opened the door more. "Don't get your panties in a bunch; he's here."
Jeff let out a relieved sigh, but only to tense back up when he walked into the apartment. That aroma from earlier hit him hard, filling his nostrils and adding to what he saw. Coburn, Andy and Knuble, and then Richie, his Richie, arms wrapped up with a handful of Joff. A door was shut behind him, and Jeff stared at the two, memorized but still, angry? upset? turned on? He thought Scottie was kidding when he screamed their names before opening the door.
He didn't fell Scottie wrap his arms around his waist, didn't know Scottie was near until a hot breath was on his ear. "Joff is going to reward Richie for his goal today. Is that okay?"
Jeff made a little noise in his throat that didn't make any sense..
Scottie continued, "Unless, you want to do it." Scottie slipped his hands further in front of Jeff, cupping his crotch with both hands. "I can pull Joff away and you can reward Richie."
Jeff sank back into Scottie's embrace, allowed a couple kisses to his neck, but when he watched Joff pulled out Richie's cock, free him from the restraints of his jeans, Jeff pulled away. He walked over to where Richie and Joff were, pushed his way gently between their two bodies so he could kiss Richie. The captain's eyes went wide, both out of excitement and surprise, and Joff made a slight noise of protest. The noise got louder when he felt two hands grab him, pulling him to his feet.
"What the fuck?"
Scottie landed on the couch with Joff next to him, pulling the second line winger into his arms for a mouthful of kisses. Joff stopped his protesting, immediately. From one distraction to the next.
Richie kissed Jeff, pulling him closer, feeling the man run his hands over his body. Jeff moved himself to kneel in front of the captain, inches away from the aching cock.
"Jeff..." Richie's voice was soft, yet demanding that he look at him. "You don't have to...Not now..."
Jeff sighed, and caught Scottie looking at him out of the corner of his eye. He saw the look, recognized it. Scottie was challenging him, daring him, telling him he couldn't do it. Jeff hated that look, hated the way it made him feel. Scottie was just a bastard, and that time he didn't even have to say anything.
"I want to," and Jeff took Richie into his mouth.
Scottie watched Jeff as he pleased their captain. He watched Jeff's head move, his hands move; watched Richie squirm and moan and throw his head back when he was coming. Scottie watched them kiss, watched Jeff tuck Richie away, and then felt two hands pulling him into a kiss as Joff's lips touched his.
The bathroom was occupied for a couple hours after that. Cleaning up, a couple showers. Scottie suggested dinner for him, Joff, Richie, and of course he had to invite Jeff. And later that night, when the dessert was being brought out, Scottie gave that same look to Jeff once again. Jeff fed the chocolate cake to Richie, making the captain blush uncontrollably.
Yes, what a bastard indeed.