Flyers Fic, "Reward" Scottie Upshall
Title: "Reward" Scottie Upshall
By: exigencyexit
Fandom: NHL
Team(s): Philadelphia Flyers, Phoenix Coyotes
Pairing(s): Scottie Upshall/Mike Richards, Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All fake. For entertainment purposes only.
Warnings: Smut. Two times!
Summary: Scottie's reward for a well deserved goal against the Bruins on March 3, 2009.
Credit: This one goes directly to the man himself, Scottie Upshall. I've been waiting a long time for this ;)
Author's Notes: The Trade completely threw me off, and while I wish it never happened, it did, and I'm dealing with it, and trust me, this probably would have been out last week if Scottie wasn't sent over to Phoenix. Anyway. This hurt to write, so I hope it doesn't suck too much. It's also written to take place the night of Scottie's goal (the day before The Trade...). Things are a little different come the second time around lol ;) And I know Scottie wasn't the only one to score that night...but he's the only reward I want to write. ENJOY! *Not edited.
Scottie tossed his water bottle in the trashcan and sat himself, with the up most comfort, into a plush chair. Surrounded by all the familiar things in his teammate's home, this third line winger had a grin on his face from ear to ear. He was overcome with a mix of emotions, raging from happiness to anxiousness, for the thoughts running in his head wouldn't slow down. Scottie's right foot started tapping, making a small thumping noise, and he had both hands gripping the arm rests.
His captain had mentioned something on the bench earlier at the game. It was along the lines of finally ending the streak of eighteen games with no goals; making that superb play to put the Flyers on the scoreboard. There was a smirk on his face, hidden under the shadow of his helmet, and Richie had been making Scottie squirm. Now, standing in front of him, shirtless, arms crossed over his chest, the captain looked down at Scottie and swallowed hard.
Scottie's eyes were fixated on Richie, outlining every curve and shape of his muscles. He noticed the way they flexed as Richie breathed, becoming more defined the deeper the captain took his breaths. His eyes were trailing from where they sat, moving over the tanned skin and settling on a pair of dry lips. Scottie licked his own, encouraging his teammate, aching to feel them and take in every taste that was Richie.
"You uh, you got here pretty quick."
"Why wait?" Scottie was being cocky about the whole situation. But he was horny, willing, eager and Richie could tell.
"I'm surprised I was able to finish my shower."
"I would have jumped in with you if you hadn't."
Richie shifted his weight to his other leg and cleared his throat. The flannel pants he was wearing were suddenly becoming too hot to have on, and he was tempted to switch the heat over to cool air.
"Come here, Richie." Scottie's voice was a like a soft purr, pulling the captain in. He reached out and grabbed Richie's hand, tugging on it gently, and the captain was soon straddling Scottie's lap. The plush chair had proven itself to be just big enough for two people many times before, and as Scottie's hand wrapped around Richie and their lips crashed together, it continued to do so.
"Aw, fuck..." Richie threw his head back, Scottie's lips immediately attacking the hot flesh. Richie moaned, closing his eyes, rubbing his groin into whatever part of Scottie he could. It was almost like going back into high school, dry humping your girlfriend because you were too nervous to do anything else. The butterflies in the bottom of his stomach, boiling to almost the edge, and Richie was so rock hard that he was sure he was going to pop right through the flimsy opening.
Scottie did this kind of thing all the time. Making out, blow jobs, fucking around...but this was the first time he ever did something like this with Richie where there was no one else around. No one being Joff, or maybe those couple times with Steve Eminger, or even that one time with both Joff AND Eminger. No, now it was just them two, Richie pulling Scottie's shirt over his head and grinding their groins together, Scottie's hands clawing into Richie's back and disappearing in his pants to cup his ass.
"Fuck, Richie, I'm so fuckin' horny right now...lemme get more then a blow job."
"No."
Hands slipped from his pants and Richie fell to his knees before Scottie. With his erection straining in his pants, Richie freed Scottie's and pulled the denim material off his hips. The winger lifted his ass and the pants were then pooled around his ankles, boxers following very shortly after.
Scottie's mouth dropped open and his eyes were shut closed as Richie's tongue started to lease him. Fingertips gently played with his balls, a moan seeping through the crack of the smile displayed on the captain's face. He breathed cool air on Scottie's cock and let his tongue lick him one more time before slowly taking him in. Inch by inch, wetting his shaft progressively, Richie started to gently hum a song that he heard earlier in the locker room before the game. And just as he thought, it drove Scottie crazy.
"Mmm, Richie, yeah, fuck, ooh that feels so good..."
Richie bobbed his head to the rhythm and everything, the sucking and vibrations and the tip of his tongue brushing along the most sensative part, was working Scottie dry. He lowered his head and opened his eyes, looked at his captain. Scottie ran his fingers through the still drying hair, held him still for a moment so Scottie could take control. He fucked his mouth, bucking his hips and pushing his cock deeper into Richie's mouth. Not worried at all, he heard the stories from Joff so he knew how much Richie could take.
With one hand gripping Scottie's leg, Richie ran his other hand up Scottie's chest and to his mouth, slipping a finger in. The winger sucked on his finger, like Richie was doing to his cock. He swirled his tongue around, teeth gently scraping the skin as Richie pulled it out and then did the hottest thing Scottie always dreamt about. Richie pushed his spit lubed finger into Scottie's ass, curling the finger to brush along his prostate.
The moan was loud and drawn out and mixed in with a bunch of words that Richie couldn't understand. He moved his finger in and out, mouth still around Scottie's cock. The moans kept coming and Richie could tell Scottie was close. He could taste the weeping pre-cum drip down his throat and the fingers in his hair was tugging a little harder now. Things were becoming more intense, more frantic, and when Scottie arched his back, Richie was welcomed with four long squirts of his hot seed and swallowed every drop.
The sound that came out of Scottie's pretty mouth, along with the sexiest display of his body ever, turned Richie on so much that once he felt those muscles clench around his finger one last time he was coming in his pants. No touching needed, and Richie was sure that was a first. At least for him, maybe, not for Scottie.
Scottie was panting softly, coming down from the high of his orgasm. He licked his lips and smiled at Richie, grabbing a hand to pull him up. They kissed first, Scottie tasting himself in Richie's mouth, before hands started fumbling with the captain's pants. It didn't take long before they stopped and Richie was almost blushing with embarrassment.
"Well, shit, Richie, look what I did."
Richie was definitely blushing then. He just shook his head and covered his face with his hands. He was sure he would never hear the end of it.
*****
Later that night, after actually joining Richie in the shower - Scottie still didn't get more than a blow job - the third line winger decided to get take out for him and Joff. His friend had texted him, said to pick up Chinese, and Scottie was soon carrying two bags full of fried rice and seasame chicken up the stairs.
Scottie hit the bizzer to be let in and stood there, waiting, waiting, three minutes going by. He reached for the buzzer again but was cut short when Joff finally answered the door.
"About time, Joff, jeez." He pushed a bag of food in Joff's direction and headed for the kitchen. He started going through the bag he had, finding his food immediately. He could hear Joff doing the same, or so he thought, and almost jumped when a pair of hands grabbed his waist. Lips were next to an ear, a tongue sneaking out to bring his earlobe into Joff's mouth. Scottie shuddered, forgetting about the food momentarily, and spun around in Joff's arms..
"I was thinking, you need to be rewarded for that goal earlier." Joff had one of the most sexiest looks on his face. Scottie had seen it plenty of times before. He suddenly wondered if maybe the food was just a reason to get him over there...Yeah, right, like Scottie needed a reason to come over.
"Okay."
"You didn't get a reward yet, right?"
For the first time in his life, Scottie actually thought about it before he said something. Well, of course he already got his reward...but that shower did get his blood flowing again, and here was Joff willing to give it to him. Did Joff really have to know Richie's mouth was already on him? Nope.
"Right."
Joff smirked, licked his lips. "Good." They started kissing, Scottie finding himself getting naked again for the second time in two hours. He was fine with doing it right there in the kitchen, conveinantly close to the food so they could just eat afterwards - Oh, how Scottie loved eating food off of Joff's body - but they ended up in the bedroom.
A trail of clothes were left in the hallway and both men had their hands everywhere. Scottie was on top, kissing every inch of Joff's neck, but he soon found himself lying on his back as Joff flipped them over.
"Your reward, I'm in control." Joff kissed him so he wouldn't protest, and Scottie sighed, actually agreeing. Just that once.
Joff was too familiar with everything that turned Scottie on, everything that made him feel good and everything that made him cry out in pleasure. Joff knew what moves to make, how to treat Scottie's cock, when to look at him and where to put his hands while everything else was goin on. Joff could sense when Scottie was close and after all the teasing was done, and Scottie cock was just about to explode, Joff pulled his mouth away and lowered himself onto Scottie.
Scottie's eyes opened really wide at that point and he went completely silent. He had a lapful of Joff, slowly moving his ass, and this reward definitely turned into something more.
"Ooh, fuck yeah!" Scottie pulled Joff down and rolled them over. He was on his knees, in between Joff's legs, thrusting into his friend hard, fast, drawing out every moan his body could produce. "Fuck, Joff, feel so good..."
Joff grabbed his own cock and started jerking himself off. Soon trapped between their rocking bodies, they kissed, tongues moving, teeth clashing but they didn't care. Out in the kitchen their food was getting cold, and in Joffs' bedroom both boys were coming and screaming each other's names. Semes spilled between their torsos and the kissing slowed down. Scottie didn't stop, didn't pull out, just took Joff into his arms and sucked on his lower lip.
They continued to lay there, Scottie eventually pulling out of Joff, until a shower was suggested. Scottie agreed, "Sure, why not?", but only knew another shower was to be needed because yeah, Scottie really liked eating food off Joff's body.
By: exigencyexit
Fandom: NHL
Team(s): Philadelphia Flyers, Phoenix Coyotes
Pairing(s): Scottie Upshall/Mike Richards, Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All fake. For entertainment purposes only.
Warnings: Smut. Two times!
Summary: Scottie's reward for a well deserved goal against the Bruins on March 3, 2009.
Credit: This one goes directly to the man himself, Scottie Upshall. I've been waiting a long time for this ;)
Author's Notes: The Trade completely threw me off, and while I wish it never happened, it did, and I'm dealing with it, and trust me, this probably would have been out last week if Scottie wasn't sent over to Phoenix. Anyway. This hurt to write, so I hope it doesn't suck too much. It's also written to take place the night of Scottie's goal (the day before The Trade...). Things are a little different come the second time around lol ;) And I know Scottie wasn't the only one to score that night...but he's the only reward I want to write. ENJOY! *Not edited.
Scottie tossed his water bottle in the trashcan and sat himself, with the up most comfort, into a plush chair. Surrounded by all the familiar things in his teammate's home, this third line winger had a grin on his face from ear to ear. He was overcome with a mix of emotions, raging from happiness to anxiousness, for the thoughts running in his head wouldn't slow down. Scottie's right foot started tapping, making a small thumping noise, and he had both hands gripping the arm rests.
His captain had mentioned something on the bench earlier at the game. It was along the lines of finally ending the streak of eighteen games with no goals; making that superb play to put the Flyers on the scoreboard. There was a smirk on his face, hidden under the shadow of his helmet, and Richie had been making Scottie squirm. Now, standing in front of him, shirtless, arms crossed over his chest, the captain looked down at Scottie and swallowed hard.
Scottie's eyes were fixated on Richie, outlining every curve and shape of his muscles. He noticed the way they flexed as Richie breathed, becoming more defined the deeper the captain took his breaths. His eyes were trailing from where they sat, moving over the tanned skin and settling on a pair of dry lips. Scottie licked his own, encouraging his teammate, aching to feel them and take in every taste that was Richie.
"You uh, you got here pretty quick."
"Why wait?" Scottie was being cocky about the whole situation. But he was horny, willing, eager and Richie could tell.
"I'm surprised I was able to finish my shower."
"I would have jumped in with you if you hadn't."
Richie shifted his weight to his other leg and cleared his throat. The flannel pants he was wearing were suddenly becoming too hot to have on, and he was tempted to switch the heat over to cool air.
"Come here, Richie." Scottie's voice was a like a soft purr, pulling the captain in. He reached out and grabbed Richie's hand, tugging on it gently, and the captain was soon straddling Scottie's lap. The plush chair had proven itself to be just big enough for two people many times before, and as Scottie's hand wrapped around Richie and their lips crashed together, it continued to do so.
"Aw, fuck..." Richie threw his head back, Scottie's lips immediately attacking the hot flesh. Richie moaned, closing his eyes, rubbing his groin into whatever part of Scottie he could. It was almost like going back into high school, dry humping your girlfriend because you were too nervous to do anything else. The butterflies in the bottom of his stomach, boiling to almost the edge, and Richie was so rock hard that he was sure he was going to pop right through the flimsy opening.
Scottie did this kind of thing all the time. Making out, blow jobs, fucking around...but this was the first time he ever did something like this with Richie where there was no one else around. No one being Joff, or maybe those couple times with Steve Eminger, or even that one time with both Joff AND Eminger. No, now it was just them two, Richie pulling Scottie's shirt over his head and grinding their groins together, Scottie's hands clawing into Richie's back and disappearing in his pants to cup his ass.
"Fuck, Richie, I'm so fuckin' horny right now...lemme get more then a blow job."
"No."
Hands slipped from his pants and Richie fell to his knees before Scottie. With his erection straining in his pants, Richie freed Scottie's and pulled the denim material off his hips. The winger lifted his ass and the pants were then pooled around his ankles, boxers following very shortly after.
Scottie's mouth dropped open and his eyes were shut closed as Richie's tongue started to lease him. Fingertips gently played with his balls, a moan seeping through the crack of the smile displayed on the captain's face. He breathed cool air on Scottie's cock and let his tongue lick him one more time before slowly taking him in. Inch by inch, wetting his shaft progressively, Richie started to gently hum a song that he heard earlier in the locker room before the game. And just as he thought, it drove Scottie crazy.
"Mmm, Richie, yeah, fuck, ooh that feels so good..."
Richie bobbed his head to the rhythm and everything, the sucking and vibrations and the tip of his tongue brushing along the most sensative part, was working Scottie dry. He lowered his head and opened his eyes, looked at his captain. Scottie ran his fingers through the still drying hair, held him still for a moment so Scottie could take control. He fucked his mouth, bucking his hips and pushing his cock deeper into Richie's mouth. Not worried at all, he heard the stories from Joff so he knew how much Richie could take.
With one hand gripping Scottie's leg, Richie ran his other hand up Scottie's chest and to his mouth, slipping a finger in. The winger sucked on his finger, like Richie was doing to his cock. He swirled his tongue around, teeth gently scraping the skin as Richie pulled it out and then did the hottest thing Scottie always dreamt about. Richie pushed his spit lubed finger into Scottie's ass, curling the finger to brush along his prostate.
The moan was loud and drawn out and mixed in with a bunch of words that Richie couldn't understand. He moved his finger in and out, mouth still around Scottie's cock. The moans kept coming and Richie could tell Scottie was close. He could taste the weeping pre-cum drip down his throat and the fingers in his hair was tugging a little harder now. Things were becoming more intense, more frantic, and when Scottie arched his back, Richie was welcomed with four long squirts of his hot seed and swallowed every drop.
The sound that came out of Scottie's pretty mouth, along with the sexiest display of his body ever, turned Richie on so much that once he felt those muscles clench around his finger one last time he was coming in his pants. No touching needed, and Richie was sure that was a first. At least for him, maybe, not for Scottie.
Scottie was panting softly, coming down from the high of his orgasm. He licked his lips and smiled at Richie, grabbing a hand to pull him up. They kissed first, Scottie tasting himself in Richie's mouth, before hands started fumbling with the captain's pants. It didn't take long before they stopped and Richie was almost blushing with embarrassment.
"Well, shit, Richie, look what I did."
Richie was definitely blushing then. He just shook his head and covered his face with his hands. He was sure he would never hear the end of it.
*****
Later that night, after actually joining Richie in the shower - Scottie still didn't get more than a blow job - the third line winger decided to get take out for him and Joff. His friend had texted him, said to pick up Chinese, and Scottie was soon carrying two bags full of fried rice and seasame chicken up the stairs.
Scottie hit the bizzer to be let in and stood there, waiting, waiting, three minutes going by. He reached for the buzzer again but was cut short when Joff finally answered the door.
"About time, Joff, jeez." He pushed a bag of food in Joff's direction and headed for the kitchen. He started going through the bag he had, finding his food immediately. He could hear Joff doing the same, or so he thought, and almost jumped when a pair of hands grabbed his waist. Lips were next to an ear, a tongue sneaking out to bring his earlobe into Joff's mouth. Scottie shuddered, forgetting about the food momentarily, and spun around in Joff's arms..
"I was thinking, you need to be rewarded for that goal earlier." Joff had one of the most sexiest looks on his face. Scottie had seen it plenty of times before. He suddenly wondered if maybe the food was just a reason to get him over there...Yeah, right, like Scottie needed a reason to come over.
"Okay."
"You didn't get a reward yet, right?"
For the first time in his life, Scottie actually thought about it before he said something. Well, of course he already got his reward...but that shower did get his blood flowing again, and here was Joff willing to give it to him. Did Joff really have to know Richie's mouth was already on him? Nope.
"Right."
Joff smirked, licked his lips. "Good." They started kissing, Scottie finding himself getting naked again for the second time in two hours. He was fine with doing it right there in the kitchen, conveinantly close to the food so they could just eat afterwards - Oh, how Scottie loved eating food off of Joff's body - but they ended up in the bedroom.
A trail of clothes were left in the hallway and both men had their hands everywhere. Scottie was on top, kissing every inch of Joff's neck, but he soon found himself lying on his back as Joff flipped them over.
"Your reward, I'm in control." Joff kissed him so he wouldn't protest, and Scottie sighed, actually agreeing. Just that once.
Joff was too familiar with everything that turned Scottie on, everything that made him feel good and everything that made him cry out in pleasure. Joff knew what moves to make, how to treat Scottie's cock, when to look at him and where to put his hands while everything else was goin on. Joff could sense when Scottie was close and after all the teasing was done, and Scottie cock was just about to explode, Joff pulled his mouth away and lowered himself onto Scottie.
Scottie's eyes opened really wide at that point and he went completely silent. He had a lapful of Joff, slowly moving his ass, and this reward definitely turned into something more.
"Ooh, fuck yeah!" Scottie pulled Joff down and rolled them over. He was on his knees, in between Joff's legs, thrusting into his friend hard, fast, drawing out every moan his body could produce. "Fuck, Joff, feel so good..."
Joff grabbed his own cock and started jerking himself off. Soon trapped between their rocking bodies, they kissed, tongues moving, teeth clashing but they didn't care. Out in the kitchen their food was getting cold, and in Joffs' bedroom both boys were coming and screaming each other's names. Semes spilled between their torsos and the kissing slowed down. Scottie didn't stop, didn't pull out, just took Joff into his arms and sucked on his lower lip.
They continued to lay there, Scottie eventually pulling out of Joff, until a shower was suggested. Scottie agreed, "Sure, why not?", but only knew another shower was to be needed because yeah, Scottie really liked eating food off Joff's body.