Flyers/Coyotes Fic "Unison" Chp 2/2
Title: "Unison" Chp 2/2
By: exigencyexit
Fandom: NHL
Team(s): Philadelphia Flyers, Phoenix Coyotes
Pairing(s): Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul, implied Mike Richards/Jeff Carter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All fake. Not intended to harm or offend anyone.
Warnings: Language. Smut. It's a little sappy (I couldn't help myself lol).
Summary: Joff changes his mind.
Credit: Some given to tinydancermags or the idea about Richie.
Author's Notes: Yay! They're fixed! Or are they? Hmmm....ENJOY! *Not edited.
The shock had settled in and still, nothing from Joff. Scottie adjusted the bag on his shoulder and pressed the button for the elevators. Standing in the hallway, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a familiar number.
Mike answered the phone after three rings. "Hello?"
"Hey."
"What's up? Aren't you on a plane right now?"
Scottie stared down at the floor and swallowed, hard. He wanted to blurt everything out to Mike. He wanted to tell his former captain everything that just happened because, well why? Scottie was hurting and Joff was being unfair.
"Uh, no, I just saw Lupes."
"What?" Scottie could hear rustling and figured Mike was getting out of bed. "Where are you?"
"Outside of his apartment. Listen, he just - "
"Scottie, I thought you told him you couldn't see him tonight? Jeez, Ups, he got so upset this morning."
"Yeah, I know. But I wanted to surprise him." Scottie looked back at Joff's door. "Things didn't go too well."
"Oh, Scottie, what happened?"
Scottie sighed and fought back the tears. "He doesn't want me anymore!"
The expression took Mike by surprise and after a couple seconds of silence he responded. "What do you mean?"
"He told me he wanted to end our friendship. That things are too hard on him and he can't take it. Jeez, Mike, what am I going to do? He's my best friend and I love him so much and I can't get on a plane tonight knowing I may never see him again and..." Scottie's rambling faded away as the tears began rolling down his face. The elevator doors opened but he didn't move.
"You gotta be kidding me, Scottie. Joff would never say something like that!"
"He did! Fuck, Richie, he did!" The bag fell from Scottie's shoulder and there was no a hunch over hockey player crying in the hallway.
"Scottie, calm down, okay? Listen, I would come get you but...I'm not quite available to do so, so I want you to suck it up and go back in there. I know you Scottie, and you don't let people push you around. Go back in there and fight for your friendship."
His head felt like exploding and that feeling of failure washed through him again. Scottie wasn't sure if he could do what Mike was asking him to do, but he needed to try. Scottie stood up now, leaving the bag still on the floor, and wiped his face.
"Okay."
"Alright, Ups, you do that. I gotta go...tend to Jeff. Text me later and let me know how things go."
"I will."
"Okay, goodbye."
"Bye." Scottie closed the phone and pushed it back into his pocket. Then, he stared at the elevators. He could easily push the button and wait for the doors to open. Take that second chance and walk away. He would be walking away from Joff, ten years of friendship, and probably the love of his life. Or, Scottie could turn around and go back inside that apartment. Either one was a scary option but Scottie knew in his heart which was the right one.
Joff was standing there in the doorway when Scottie turned. Their eyes connected, the pain and the remorse just exchanging in the air between them. Joff's eyes matched Scottie's, red and puffy, proving he was crying just as much. Both were completely out of character. This damn trade was just too much.
"Are you leaving?" Joff's voice was low, soft, barely above a whisper.
"I don't know."
"Why don't you come back in and..." Joff was fighting back more tears. "Damn you, Scottie!" The winger suddenly disappeared from the doorway and back into the apartment. Scottie stood there for a moment, staring at the open door. That was his invitation and he was damned if he wasn't going to take it.
Walking into the apartment for a second time, Scottie could see Joff in the living room. He was on the couch, face buried in his hands. The agony was ripping through him, and although Scottie's heart already broke once that night it was breaking again.
"Joff..." Scottie shut the door and put his bag on the floor by the couch. Walking around, he sat down next to Joff, only close enough to reach out when the time was right. Which, considering Joff looked like he was having a breakdown, was then. Scottie pulled Joff close to him, brought him in his arms and Joff was there, allowing it. He buried his face in the crook of Scottie's neck and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"I didn't mean it." The words were mumbled against his chest. "I didn't mean what I said. Please don't leave me."
Scottie was sure he could start crying again. But, he held it back and just hugged Joff tighter. "I know." He didn't really know, but what was he supposed to say? There were both scared. And Joff was right. Before the Flyers, things were different. There weren't any worries or crazy feelings and things definitely weren't as complicated.
"I'm here, Joff. I'm sorry for upsetting you. Just please, don't push me away."
"I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so sorry. I just wish you didn't have to go to Phoenix. You don't fuckin' belong there..." Joff looked up, looked at Scottie. His eyes were wet, cheeks red, and then he brought his lips up and kissed his best friend. The kiss was different, filled with more emotions than before. There were emotions of being scared, nervous, happy, and quite frankly, maybe in love, but those emotions they would never talk about.
The situation soon became a 'fight and make up' kind of thing and Joff was pushing Scottie back. He crawled on top of, deeping the kiss, running his hands all over Scottie's body. Joff moaned, starting to pull open Scottie's shirt after breaking free each button. "I need you so bad," he whispered and then Scottie's hands were on his. The passion exploded between and things started to heat up. Joff was grinding their hips together, Scottie's shirt soon open and revealing his bare skin. He arched his back into Joff's touch, moaned when a tongue slipped over a rock hard nipple.
"Bedroom?" It was more of a suggestion, and soon Joff was sliding off Scottie and grabbing his hand to get up. They fumbled out of clothes, shirts and pants and shoes, leaving a trail on the way. Clad in only boxers, Scottie threw Joff on the bed and started kissing him again. Their hands didn't leave one another, as they just held each other and enjoyed the warmth that was shared. They weren't trying to rush things, and as Scottie took his nature in controlling the situation, they didn't find themselves completely naked until moments later.
Scottie had the lube on the bed and was slowly running his hand down Joff's body as he kissed his neck. Subtle touches, outlining every curve and muscle he found. Light, teasing touches on his sides, making Joff giggle and then moan when he sucked on a sensative spot behind his ear. Both were rock hard, ready, eager to feel everything.
There weren't any words exchanged between them. Their eyes said it all. The sex, it wasn't going to be rough, quick, hard like it usually was. This time, while holding Joff close, Scottie wanted it to be slow, soft, sensual, making every feeling last as long as it could.
Joff brought their lips to meet as Scottie slipped two lubed fingers into him. He spread his legs further, pushing against the fingers. Joff moaned into Scottie's mouth, closing his eyes and moaning even louder when a third finger slipped in. Scottie bent the fingers, brushing over every spot he knew. Pushing his fingers in deeper, Scottie manuevered himself in between Joff's legs. He pulled back a little, breaking the kiss, and used his other hand to stroke himself. When Joff opened his eyes, Scottie caught them. The sadness was gone. The anxiety was gone. Instead, replacing it was pleasure and love and just almost a million other feelings that glued Scottie's heart back together.
Scottie slicked up his cock, watching Joff watch him do it. Joff seemed to be getting more and more turned on with each stroke and each pull. "Please, Scottie..." came the whisper, and Scottie didn't have to be told twice. He lifted Joff's ass up a little, and pushed his cock slowly into his ass. He watched Joff's eyes widen, his mouth open, his fist reach for Scottie because Joff was always greedy like that and wanted kisses. With his cock buried in deep, Scottie started to rock his body slowly. Out a little, in a little, out a little more, in a little more...They moved with each other and they didn't stop kissing.
One had was grasping Joff's hip as the other move to support him by Joff's head. The rocking starting to speed up. The pleasure was building and Scottie wanted to go deeper. Joff lifted his ass, Scottie slammed into him.
"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Joff's fingers dug into Scottie's back as he cried out. His own cock, trapped between, moved with every move their bodies made and it felt so good. A sudden urge for a tear creeped on and Joff pushed it away. He didn't want to ruin the moment by remembering this couldn't happen as often as before.
Scottie was looking down at him, eyes burning into him. They kissed again, that slow, soft rhythm pushing their limits. They both needed the release soon. Scottie grabbed Joff's cock, started to stroke him. He matched his own rhythm and then some, bringing Joff close to the edge. When it happened, when both came, Joff into Scottie's hand and Scottie spilling into Joff, they were seeing stars and screaming each others name. Their orgasms ripped through them and they both felt spent, weak, tired from everything. Scottie collapsed into Joff's arms and laid his face on his chest. He placed soft kisses, fingers dripping with come. Joff brought Scottie's hand to his mouth and like every last drop of semen from his fingers. Scottie watched. He was pretty sure he was going to come again.
When Scottie caught a glimps at the clock on the table, he noticed it was only nearing midnight. He still had a couple hours left. He looked up at Joff, nudging him awake.
"Shower?" he suggested. Joff nodded and they raced to the bathroom. After the shower it was late night cooking in a microwave and then a long talk. In the end, Scottie found himself sending a text to Richie as the plane was nearing Phoenix.
Everything is going to be just fine.
END!
By: exigencyexit
Fandom: NHL
Team(s): Philadelphia Flyers, Phoenix Coyotes
Pairing(s): Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul, implied Mike Richards/Jeff Carter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All fake. Not intended to harm or offend anyone.
Warnings: Language. Smut. It's a little sappy (I couldn't help myself lol).
Summary: Joff changes his mind.
Credit: Some given to tinydancermags or the idea about Richie.
Author's Notes: Yay! They're fixed! Or are they? Hmmm....ENJOY! *Not edited.
The shock had settled in and still, nothing from Joff. Scottie adjusted the bag on his shoulder and pressed the button for the elevators. Standing in the hallway, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a familiar number.
Mike answered the phone after three rings. "Hello?"
"Hey."
"What's up? Aren't you on a plane right now?"
Scottie stared down at the floor and swallowed, hard. He wanted to blurt everything out to Mike. He wanted to tell his former captain everything that just happened because, well why? Scottie was hurting and Joff was being unfair.
"Uh, no, I just saw Lupes."
"What?" Scottie could hear rustling and figured Mike was getting out of bed. "Where are you?"
"Outside of his apartment. Listen, he just - "
"Scottie, I thought you told him you couldn't see him tonight? Jeez, Ups, he got so upset this morning."
"Yeah, I know. But I wanted to surprise him." Scottie looked back at Joff's door. "Things didn't go too well."
"Oh, Scottie, what happened?"
Scottie sighed and fought back the tears. "He doesn't want me anymore!"
The expression took Mike by surprise and after a couple seconds of silence he responded. "What do you mean?"
"He told me he wanted to end our friendship. That things are too hard on him and he can't take it. Jeez, Mike, what am I going to do? He's my best friend and I love him so much and I can't get on a plane tonight knowing I may never see him again and..." Scottie's rambling faded away as the tears began rolling down his face. The elevator doors opened but he didn't move.
"You gotta be kidding me, Scottie. Joff would never say something like that!"
"He did! Fuck, Richie, he did!" The bag fell from Scottie's shoulder and there was no a hunch over hockey player crying in the hallway.
"Scottie, calm down, okay? Listen, I would come get you but...I'm not quite available to do so, so I want you to suck it up and go back in there. I know you Scottie, and you don't let people push you around. Go back in there and fight for your friendship."
His head felt like exploding and that feeling of failure washed through him again. Scottie wasn't sure if he could do what Mike was asking him to do, but he needed to try. Scottie stood up now, leaving the bag still on the floor, and wiped his face.
"Okay."
"Alright, Ups, you do that. I gotta go...tend to Jeff. Text me later and let me know how things go."
"I will."
"Okay, goodbye."
"Bye." Scottie closed the phone and pushed it back into his pocket. Then, he stared at the elevators. He could easily push the button and wait for the doors to open. Take that second chance and walk away. He would be walking away from Joff, ten years of friendship, and probably the love of his life. Or, Scottie could turn around and go back inside that apartment. Either one was a scary option but Scottie knew in his heart which was the right one.
Joff was standing there in the doorway when Scottie turned. Their eyes connected, the pain and the remorse just exchanging in the air between them. Joff's eyes matched Scottie's, red and puffy, proving he was crying just as much. Both were completely out of character. This damn trade was just too much.
"Are you leaving?" Joff's voice was low, soft, barely above a whisper.
"I don't know."
"Why don't you come back in and..." Joff was fighting back more tears. "Damn you, Scottie!" The winger suddenly disappeared from the doorway and back into the apartment. Scottie stood there for a moment, staring at the open door. That was his invitation and he was damned if he wasn't going to take it.
Walking into the apartment for a second time, Scottie could see Joff in the living room. He was on the couch, face buried in his hands. The agony was ripping through him, and although Scottie's heart already broke once that night it was breaking again.
"Joff..." Scottie shut the door and put his bag on the floor by the couch. Walking around, he sat down next to Joff, only close enough to reach out when the time was right. Which, considering Joff looked like he was having a breakdown, was then. Scottie pulled Joff close to him, brought him in his arms and Joff was there, allowing it. He buried his face in the crook of Scottie's neck and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"I didn't mean it." The words were mumbled against his chest. "I didn't mean what I said. Please don't leave me."
Scottie was sure he could start crying again. But, he held it back and just hugged Joff tighter. "I know." He didn't really know, but what was he supposed to say? There were both scared. And Joff was right. Before the Flyers, things were different. There weren't any worries or crazy feelings and things definitely weren't as complicated.
"I'm here, Joff. I'm sorry for upsetting you. Just please, don't push me away."
"I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so sorry. I just wish you didn't have to go to Phoenix. You don't fuckin' belong there..." Joff looked up, looked at Scottie. His eyes were wet, cheeks red, and then he brought his lips up and kissed his best friend. The kiss was different, filled with more emotions than before. There were emotions of being scared, nervous, happy, and quite frankly, maybe in love, but those emotions they would never talk about.
The situation soon became a 'fight and make up' kind of thing and Joff was pushing Scottie back. He crawled on top of, deeping the kiss, running his hands all over Scottie's body. Joff moaned, starting to pull open Scottie's shirt after breaking free each button. "I need you so bad," he whispered and then Scottie's hands were on his. The passion exploded between and things started to heat up. Joff was grinding their hips together, Scottie's shirt soon open and revealing his bare skin. He arched his back into Joff's touch, moaned when a tongue slipped over a rock hard nipple.
"Bedroom?" It was more of a suggestion, and soon Joff was sliding off Scottie and grabbing his hand to get up. They fumbled out of clothes, shirts and pants and shoes, leaving a trail on the way. Clad in only boxers, Scottie threw Joff on the bed and started kissing him again. Their hands didn't leave one another, as they just held each other and enjoyed the warmth that was shared. They weren't trying to rush things, and as Scottie took his nature in controlling the situation, they didn't find themselves completely naked until moments later.
Scottie had the lube on the bed and was slowly running his hand down Joff's body as he kissed his neck. Subtle touches, outlining every curve and muscle he found. Light, teasing touches on his sides, making Joff giggle and then moan when he sucked on a sensative spot behind his ear. Both were rock hard, ready, eager to feel everything.
There weren't any words exchanged between them. Their eyes said it all. The sex, it wasn't going to be rough, quick, hard like it usually was. This time, while holding Joff close, Scottie wanted it to be slow, soft, sensual, making every feeling last as long as it could.
Joff brought their lips to meet as Scottie slipped two lubed fingers into him. He spread his legs further, pushing against the fingers. Joff moaned into Scottie's mouth, closing his eyes and moaning even louder when a third finger slipped in. Scottie bent the fingers, brushing over every spot he knew. Pushing his fingers in deeper, Scottie manuevered himself in between Joff's legs. He pulled back a little, breaking the kiss, and used his other hand to stroke himself. When Joff opened his eyes, Scottie caught them. The sadness was gone. The anxiety was gone. Instead, replacing it was pleasure and love and just almost a million other feelings that glued Scottie's heart back together.
Scottie slicked up his cock, watching Joff watch him do it. Joff seemed to be getting more and more turned on with each stroke and each pull. "Please, Scottie..." came the whisper, and Scottie didn't have to be told twice. He lifted Joff's ass up a little, and pushed his cock slowly into his ass. He watched Joff's eyes widen, his mouth open, his fist reach for Scottie because Joff was always greedy like that and wanted kisses. With his cock buried in deep, Scottie started to rock his body slowly. Out a little, in a little, out a little more, in a little more...They moved with each other and they didn't stop kissing.
One had was grasping Joff's hip as the other move to support him by Joff's head. The rocking starting to speed up. The pleasure was building and Scottie wanted to go deeper. Joff lifted his ass, Scottie slammed into him.
"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Joff's fingers dug into Scottie's back as he cried out. His own cock, trapped between, moved with every move their bodies made and it felt so good. A sudden urge for a tear creeped on and Joff pushed it away. He didn't want to ruin the moment by remembering this couldn't happen as often as before.
Scottie was looking down at him, eyes burning into him. They kissed again, that slow, soft rhythm pushing their limits. They both needed the release soon. Scottie grabbed Joff's cock, started to stroke him. He matched his own rhythm and then some, bringing Joff close to the edge. When it happened, when both came, Joff into Scottie's hand and Scottie spilling into Joff, they were seeing stars and screaming each others name. Their orgasms ripped through them and they both felt spent, weak, tired from everything. Scottie collapsed into Joff's arms and laid his face on his chest. He placed soft kisses, fingers dripping with come. Joff brought Scottie's hand to his mouth and like every last drop of semen from his fingers. Scottie watched. He was pretty sure he was going to come again.
When Scottie caught a glimps at the clock on the table, he noticed it was only nearing midnight. He still had a couple hours left. He looked up at Joff, nudging him awake.
"Shower?" he suggested. Joff nodded and they raced to the bathroom. After the shower it was late night cooking in a microwave and then a long talk. In the end, Scottie found himself sending a text to Richie as the plane was nearing Phoenix.
Everything is going to be just fine.
END!