Flyers Fic
Claude Giroux was sleeping when it happened. Peacefully, minding his own business, buried under the confines of warm blankets. His mind was drifting away in a dream, maybe about a perfect hockey game or a perfect someone, and a light snore filled the room. It was dark, as the time was nearing midnight. Most of the guys were already back in their rooms. Only a few stayed out and only a few were still up.
Two, in particular, were suddenly in the rookie's room.
The small lamp on the bedside table was flicked on, a light glow filling the room. Claude stirred, suddenly bothered, and turned over on the bed. The light flowed over his face and Claude’s eyebrows bunched together, the expression on his face showing annoyance.
Claude groaned, “What the…”, waking up from his slumber. He slowly cracked open an eye, peering into what was going on. All he saw was the outline of a figure and then everything went dark again. Claude’s breathing got shorter as he started to panic, fear taking over, but before he could scream and any sound break the through the walls a hand covered his mouth.
“Sshhh…” The voice was soothing, too calm to present any danger to Claude. In fact, the voice sounded very familiar to him.
As the warm hand kept him silent, a pair of hands fixed the blindfold that covered his eyes. When Claude realized that a pair of hands meant there were at least two people in his room, the fear crept back in. He started to struggle. He tried moving his legs and arms, tried to break free, but the bed shifted and someone was suddenly straddling his waist. Weight poured down on him and he couldn’t move.
Claude started whimpering, a single tear seeping through the material of the blindfold. He suddenly wished he had a roommate.
“Claude.” That voice again, and then the warm hand moved.
“HEL - “ The rookie was cut off when a rubber ball gag was placed in his mouth. Hands lifted his head and then the strap was placed to keep it secure. Claude was breathing sharply through his nose then, catching it for a moment when lips were placed against his forehead. Kisses were trailed down the side of his face, over his cheek and to his ear. A tongue snaked out and got his earlobe, and Claude was sure he almost moaned.
“It’s okay, Claude, we’ll take care of you.” The breath was warm against his ear and that voice, all too familiar.
Gags?!
Behind the blindfold, Claude’s eyes went wide, but suddenly there was no time to think of the revelation. Hands grabbed at his own, the body on him shifting movement. Claude’s wrists were being tied to the headboard as two hands worked the silk ties, one set on his left wrist and the other on his right. When the rookie couldn’t move his arms, when they were sure Claude couldn’t escape, the hands were gone. The voice was then back, speaking into his ear like before.
“I’m going to remove the gag, but if you start to scream it will go right back on, understood?”
Claude shook his head frantically, eager to get the ball out of his mouth. The gag was removed and Claude closed his mouth, swallowing, wincing at the awful after-taste. He knew for sure he wasn’t going to be harmed now, but he still wasn’t sure about what the hell Simon Gagne was doing.
There was movement again, a hot breath trailing down his throat. Teeth nipped at a spot and then kisses soothe it. Claude hissed at the touches, slightly arching his back and pressing into the warm body above him. He moved his legs, spread them a little, possibly allowing more access to anything. The rookie couldn’t deny it, that while his cock was starting to grow hard that maybe this whole thing was turning him on.
“Seems like you’re actually enjoying this after all, Claude.” Simon’s voice was a whisper in Claude’s ear and then those lips were suddenly crushed against his. They were kissing, Simon pushing his tongue into the rookie’s mouth. Claude welcomed it, caught it with his own, and sucked on it till he heard Simon moaning.
When the kiss broke, Claude gasped for air. “Shit”, he groaned. “Wh-what’s goin’ on?”
Simon sat up and started messing with the rookie’s shirt. He took a fistful, pulling hard, before pushing it up to reveal Claude’s torso. Tanned, baby soft skin, and Simon couldn’t help it and he just had to have a taste.
“I think,” Kiss to his collar bone, “it’s pretty obvious,” Kiss right above a rock hard nipple, “as to what is goin’ on.” Simon took the small pink bud between his teeth, ran a tongue over it to only tease the rookie. Kisses were continued, trailing down his chest to his stomach. Simon nipped at the skin, hands suddenly moving to grab his hips. When Claude moaned, Simon’s teasing was right above the waistband of the rookie’s pants and his face so dangerously close to the proceeding hard on. “Noobs and I wanted to welcome you to our line up.”
“Oh, fuck.” Claude felt a hand slip down to the front of his pants and touch that one spot. It was that spot right above where the bulge was, and when Simon’s lips were back on his stomach the rookie almost lost it.
Simon smirked. He knew how easy this was gonna be. It was just as easy as when he and Mike Knuble did the same thing to Mike Richards in the beginning of the season.
Claude’s moan caught Simon’s attention and he looked up at the rookie. His lips were parted, head tilted back, fists clenched as his wrists were still bound. Claude looked hot, too yummy, and Simon could feel his own pants getting tighter. He was getting harder by the second, pretty sure that he’s never been as turned on by the rookie as he was now.
There was a hand on his back and Simon turned his head to see Knuble. The other man had a look in his eyes, anxious, hungry, ready. Staring at Mike, Simon placed one more kiss to the rookie’s stomach before slipping off of him. Sitting up, he grabbed Mike’s hand and pulled him onto the bed. Their lips met and Mike’s fingers were suddenly tangled in Simon’s hair. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and moans started escaping as tongues were pushed back and forth.
“What are you guys doing?” Claude was confused but the question went ignored.
Mike pushed Simon back, the two landing on the bed along side of Claude. With their mouths still locked in a fiery kiss and hands now pulling at clothing, Simon wrapped his legs around his older friend’s waist and grinded their hips together. Mike moaned, “Fuck…” and yanked Simon’s head back with one hand. Neck exposed, Mike broke the kiss and attacked it, leaving Simon to wither in pleasure under him.
A hand slipped under Mike’s shirt and then the piece of clothing was pulled off. He tossed it to the side, and now sitting up, knees pressed against Simon’s hips, Mike looked over at the other body in the bed. Claude was breathing deeply, nostrils flaring, not in fear because the rookie was no longer scared. No, Claude was turned on and yet frustrated that he was being left alone.
Mike slid his hand out to Claude and grasped the bulge in his pants, making him moan loudly. “I think the rookie wants to play.” Mike moved from Simon, crawling over to Claude, hovering over him before capturing those pretty rookie lips with his own.
Next to Claude, hair nearly brushing along his arm, Simon sat up and pulled his shirt off over his head. He let the clothing slip from his fingers and fall to the floor. Then, brushing his fingertips down his bare chest straight to the button of his pants, Simon set his eyes on the couple next to him. Simon watched Mike and Claude, still kissing and still touching. He watched them rock together as Mike pressed his body hard against the rookie. Moans were coming from both, so hard to tell who was the loudest.
Mike pulled back, hands grabbing Claude’s shirt. “Should have taken this off before tying you up.” The shirt was thin, flimsy, and with on try the winger had it ripped in two. “Oops?” Mike shoved the material aside and admired what was before him. Marks from Simon’s teasing were already forming on the rookie’s torso. He could do the same, leave his own, but Mike had other plans in mind.
The bulge in Claude’s pants, the one that had been present for too long without attention, was finally acknowledged. Mike tugged at the rookie’s pants, slipped them down to his knees. Claude’s erection was free, erect and hard and almost against his stomach. Mike was impressed.
“No underwear.” Mike looked over at Simon, smirking.
“Oh, well, what a naughty rookie we have then.”
Simon was down to just his boxers, having slipped off his pants sometime while Mike was busy with Claude. He smirked back at the older man before moving closer to the rookie. “You like not wearing underwear?” Fingertips trailed over his chest and Simon’s hot breath was by his ear again. “You’re not so innocent after all, eh.”
Mike took it as his cue, maybe, but when Claude turned his head to capture Simon’s lips for a kiss, he brought his mouth down to take in the rookie’s cock.
“Uhh, fuck!” Claude groaned, the sudden feeling of that wet heat coming of nowhere. He couldn’t see, but he could feel it, could feel Mike’s lips moving on him. Those lips moving up and down, tongue brushing over the tip of his cock. Claude could feel the veteran’s hand on his thighs, thumbs drawing circles, pleasure intensified with every touch of skin against his own.
Simon found himself watching them again. He was so turned on, his erection straining against his boxers. He was tempted with his own hand, that maybe with every stroke and every sound of the rookie’s moaning Simon could find release. But that’s not how he wanted this, how he wanted to come. So Simon moved, pushed himself up with one hand and crept up behind Mike. His erect cock pressed against the winger’s ass and caused a moan deep from his throat.
Claude felt the moan and it went straight through him. The vibrations caused new pleasure and he was soon pulling at the restraints because damn it, the rookie wanted to touch someone so bad. "Please..." he begged, but Mike wasn't sure what exactly he was begging for.
“What do you want, Claude?”
“Please, let me touch you.”
Simon’s hands grabbed Mike’s waist and he was moving the older man out of his way. Mike landed on his side, touching Claude, watching Simon with great interest.
“That’s not how we play this, Claude, so stop it.” Simon growled, suddenly fierce and back in control. His naked body was glowing in the light, eyes glaring down at the rookie. If Claude could see him, maybe he would be scared, worried, because Simon had a predatory look in his eyes and wanted Claude. The veteran wanted his rookie so bad and those restraints, tight restraints, would let him take Claude.
Mike knew what was going on, seen that look with Richie last time. So when Simon pushed the rookie’s legs apart, pulled his pants off the rest of the way, Mike had the bottle of lube in hand for him. Simon took the bottle, open the cap, poured the clear liquid onto a couple fingers before pushing those fingers into Claude. The rookie gasped, “Oh, god…” and Simon pushed them deeper in.
Three fingers in, curved, stretching, and then out before Claude could moan again. This time, something much larger, and after slicking his cock Simon pressed it against the rookie’s hole. He grabbed Claude’s hips, lifted his ass, pushed slowly into him. Simon paused, pushed more, not stopping then till Claude was completely filled.
“Oh, fuck, Claude!” The rookie was tight, hot, every muscle clenching around Simon’s cock. His fingers were digging into those hips now, likely to bruise, remind Claude of where he stood on that team.
Claude wrapped his legs around Simon, pulling him closer, his cock going deeper. “Uhh, fuck, yesss…” Claude arched his back and Simon started. The veteran started thrusting, pounding into the rookie. “Harder! Fuck, Gags, harder!” At first, fear, but now, Claude was moaning in pleasure. He was suddenly a victim to every tease and everything that felt amazing. The rookie wanted nothing but for Simon to keep drilling his cock into him because the winger was hitting every spot and Claude was so close.
A mouth was back on his cock and Claude screamed. “Oh FUCK!” Mike sucked him dry, swallowed every last taste of semen there was. The orgasm was fierce and Simon could feel it too. It wrapped around his cock, two more thrust and he was done. Simon was there and coming, hot spurts in the rookie’s ass, and he couldn’t help the moan that followed.
Mike watched his teammates, watched their faces and their bodies. He watched how they looked at the orgasm took over their bodies. The sounds, the movement, and Mike wanted that too.
When Simon caught his breath he looked over at Mike. He smiled at him, winked, and after pulling out of Claude he slipped off the bed. “Claude,” he began, standing next to him. He bent over, mouth back to his ear, again. “You were so good. So hot, so tight, and I think Noobs here wants to feel it too.” Simon licked his ear, Claude’s breath hitched and then gasped out. He noticed the rookie was getting hard again.
Mike was on his knees, hand slowly stroking his cock. He was hard and eager to do something. “Can I have his mouth?”
Everything was suddenly blurry and there was light and Claude could see again. The blindfold had been removed and Simon tossed it to the side. Claude blinked his eyes a couple times, vision creeping back in. When he could see, Simon was there and the rookie turned his head. A short, sweet, almost tender kiss and then Simon’s hands were trailing up his right arm.
“I think Claude would love that.” Simon untied one restraint, Claude’s hand going free. He looked at it and noticed a slight red mark. Simon worked the other tie and Claude’s other hand soon went free. A matching red mark on that one too.
Claude started to sit up, looking at Mike. And then he smirked at him, licked his lips, and the rookie moved so fast not even Simon could believe it. Mike was on his back, legs spread, Claude’s head in the middle and there were lips on his chest. Claude kissed him, nipped at him, trailing down until only inches away from the veteran’s weeping cock. His tongue darted out, lapped up the salty bead.
“Go ahead, Claude, suck him.”
His mouth was wet, teeth were covered, and as Claude took Mike completely in a moan came in response. Mike drew out his name, head thrown back and lips parted some. Almost like he had done to Claude the rookie was doing to him. Using one had to grasp his balls, working the other hand on his shaft. A combination of hand and mouth, tongue curving around his cock and that sweet breath hitting the base when Claude breathed out hard. The rookie never took his mouth off of Mike, and when the winger was finally coming Claude swallowed every drop.
“Fuck.” Mike closed his eyes and panted, orgasm passed and now everything dazed. Claude wiped the back of his mouth, watched Mike. He then looked at Simon, saw his hand wrapped around his cock and just in time to watch him come again. Both wingers were beautiful to watch, one after another, as Simon dropped down next to Mike. Semen covered his hand and stared at it for a moment.
Then, Claude grabbed Simon’s hand, and one by one, each finger was licked clean. Simon’s mouth dropped at the sight and the feeling, enjoying the rookie’s lips around each finger. He heard a soft moan and saw Mike was staring at Claude.
“You should have seen him when he did that to his own hand with Richie and me,” Simon said, winking at Mike. The older player just smiled and shook his head; he could just imagine what that looked like.
Once clean, Claude licked his lips once more before sitting back on his bed. “So,” he started, crossing his legs and looking at his two teammates. “What was that all about?”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yeah.” Claude blushed a little, ducking his head so they couldn’t see.
“Well then,” Simon grabbed the rookie and pulled him to sit between him and Mike. “Welcome to line up, kid.”
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