Coyotes/Flyers Fic, "Winning Bid"
“Hey, uh, guys? Have you seen Richie?”
The locker room went silent, all eyes trailing to the head coach that stood in the doorway. Stevens, who normally didn’t express any emotions on his face, looked worried.
Jeff finished with the tape on his stick and spoke up. “He went with the winner of that auction.”
“That was over at four. It’s five-thirty. He was supposed to be back an hour ago.”
“Oh.” Jeff reached into his locker space and checked his phone. No calls from Mike. Not even a single text messages. “I’ve got nothing.”
“Jeez,” Stevens sighed. He ran a hand through his hair and turned. “Anyone hear anything, let me know! We’ve got a game in an hour and a half and our captain decided to play hooky…” They could hear their coach’s voice trailing away as he headed down the hall.
Everyone looked at each other. No one knew where Mike Richards was.
*****
Earlier that day, around 10am.
The player auction had been an idea from the promotional manager. With the end of the season around the corner, Flyers management and staff wanted to give the fans one last opportunity to interact with their team. It would allow season ticket holders and families to bid on a chance to spend the day with a Flyer before going to that night’s game, and all money would go to charity.
At first they decided on placing five players from the team up for auction. Simon Gagne, Mike Richards, Jeff Carter, Daniel Briere and Marty Biron were the names listed. After all costs and safety issues were figured out, only one name remained and only one Flyer was going to participate. The captain, Mike Richards. Mike was notified the next day that he was being asked to participate in an auction. Mike never said no to things like that, especially for charity, but the captain didn’t know what kind of auction it was until it was too late. Too late, because Mike realized two days later that he was being auctioned off to spend time with a fan.
It was a little unsettling but Mike knew he could handle it. He was just hoping he wouldn’t end with some crazy female fan, because after that one attempted kidnapping incident at the Carnival…
Paul Holmgren stood next to Mike on the stage. They were at the Skate Zone, wearing suits and ties, dressed for the occasion. Fans were seated in plastic chairs and staring at him, because they knew, and Mike was starting to get worried again. It was already about thirty minutes into the auction, several others bids taken and wins collected and almost five thousand dollars were raised. There were only a couple more items to present, and then the bidding would start on Mike and he was sure he wasn’t going to like it.
Standing behind the stage, out of anyone’s view, Jeff and Joff were configuring to each other about their own bid. It wasn’t legal for the Flyers themselves to bid on anything, but when Jeff came up with the idea, Joff had the sister to help.
“You’re sure she knows what to do?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re sure she knows there’s no price limit?”
“Yes!” Joff glared at Jeff. “Now be quiet before we get caught!”
Jeff sighed and looked back out into the audience. He could see Joff’s sister, seated in the second row, all attention on the man behind the podium. He was down to the last item before Mike. Jeff was starting to get nervous and Joff could tell.
“What’s up your ass?”
“I feel like we are gonna get out bid.”
“By who? No one in here has the kind of money we do to place a bid on Richie. All she has to do is raise it up to ten thousand and that’s it. Done and over with. Richie will be ours for four whole hours and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”
Jeff’s dick twitched in his pants at the thought. “He’s gonna be surprised.”
“He sure will.” Joff grinned, followed by one from Jeff. They heard the announcer close out the bidding to take a five minute break before the final “item” was placed up. Both were out looking to the audience that neither one noticed the presence behind them, suddenly creeping up and surprising them both.
“Hey.”
Jeff jumped, grabbed Joff’s arm and turned. He glared at the intruder but his expression softened when he saw it was only Andrew Alberts.
“Oh, hey, Albie. What’s up?”
Andy crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the two. “Something’s up.” He raised an eyebrow at them, almost smelling the suspicious behavior. Andy stood at five inches above Joff and two above Jeff. Joff suddenly felt his throat tightened and knew he had to tell.
“Oh, it’s nothing really, justplacingabidonRichie.” His words were fast at the end, catching the defenseman a little off guard until he realized what Joff said.
“You guys never fail to amaze me.”
“You want in?”
“Wait, what?!” Jeff cut into the conversation, suddenly glaring at Joff. “No offense to Albie, but you can’t just offer him in like that!”
Joff gave Andy a look before going in close to Jeff, their shoulders bumping and foreheads touching. “Think about it… How hot would it be to have a foursome with Albie? I mean, seriously, he’s tall, handsome, and now that I think about it, I really want him to fuck me.”
Andy was sure he heard Joff correctly and his eyes went wide. “Umm…”
“You do make a good point.” Jeff turned and looked at the taller man. “You want in?”
“How exactly are you doing this?”
“My sister is gonna place the bid. Technically, she will be the winner and pick up Richie, and then we’re gonna meet up with them afterwards.”
“No harm done, really. We transferred money into her account this morning so it’ll be coming from her name. We just get to spend the time with him.”
“Okay.” Andy wasn’t convinced, but he was still interested. “But you guys can do that anytime. Why take this opportunity away from a fan?”
Joff stepped in close to Andy. “Any fan will just ogle him for the four hours. Us, well, we can give him some fun time off.”
“Plus, I really don’t want anyone spending that much time with him. It’s totally not fair.”
“Possessive much?” Andy raised an eyebrow at Jeff and held back a laugh.
“Listen, Albie, if you want in, fine, but you keep talking like that I can make sure your ice time goes down real quick.” Jeff’s face was stern. Andy knew he wasn’t playing around. “Remember, the captain is my boyfriend. I can have a say in things too.”
“Alright, fine. Jeez, Jeff, no need to get your panties up in a bunch. I’m in.”
Joff’s face lit up, a little more than maybe he intended. “Great!”
The sudden roar of excitement from the crowd brought their attention back to the auction. Joff looked and saw Mike standing near the announcer, smiling with little ease. The announcer had an arm around the captain, face excited as he exclaimed there was a winner. Fans started to get out of their seats, and Joff turned back to Jeff. It worked. Joff’s sister had placed a bid and won and now -
“I didn’t get it.”
Joff stopped dancing like a fool and Jeff stopped grinning like an idiot. “What?”
“I didn’t get it! Someone out bid me!” Joff's sister looked defeated.
“Who?! What the fuck? You were supposed to keep bidding!”
“I did, but then a third person suddenly came in and the bidding went back and forth between those two. It got so high and I lost track of where it was at.”
Jeff pouted, shoulders slumping. “What was your last bid?”
“Fifty thousand.”
“Holy crap.” Joff and Jeff looked at each other.
Jeff pouted, shoulders slumping. “What was your last bid?”
“Fifty thousand.”
“Holy crap.” Joff and Jeff looked at each other.
“So what was the winning bid?”
“More importantly, who the fuck won?”
*****
Later that day, 5:15pm
Mike pulled his shirt down over his head, sliding his arms through and pulling the fabric down to cover his torso. His jeans sat on the edge of the bed, waiting to be put back on. The slim body of his bedmate was near and he was still slick with sweat, semen, and fading red marks from hungry kisses to his shoulders.
“I still don’t get why you had to take a shower before you left. You’re just gonna get all dirty during the game again.”
“I smell like you, that’s why.”
“You say it like that’s a bad thing.” A sly grin, followed by a wink. Mike rolled his eyes at the man and grabbed his jeans.
“Considering what everyone thought I was doing, yeah, it kinda is.”
“Harsh words, baby.”
“Oh, shut up.” Mike grinned and sat on the bed. He pulled his socks on, one by one, but soon fell back into the arms of his former teammate. Kisses were placed softly on his neck and he let out a soft moan. “I really should get going…”
Mike was let free and the captain grabbed his shoes, sighing to himself. He pulled them on as well and was back on his feet. Rubbing the back of his neck, maybe letting lose some of the tension that was building back up, Mike looked at his friend.
“I’ll give you a call. We should all hang out before the playoffs.”
“Sure,” a small, maybe sad smile. “Sounds good. You know where to find me.”
“Yeah, too far away.”
The captain left the hotel room and walked down the hall. Heading up the elevators, he put on the hoodie he was carrying in his arms and placed the hood up on his head. Once outside, Mike climbed into the waiting vehicle and was on his way back to Philly. He did have a game to play that night, after all.
*****
Same day that afternoon, 2:20pm
The call came in while Joff was at an optional skate. With his and Jeff’s - well, Andy’s also - plan having failed, the two were feeling like crap and knew skating around shooting pucks would put them in a better mood. It was working so far, and then Joff’s phone started vibrating in his bag on the bench and Darroll Powe noticed.
“Yo, Lupes! Phone!”
Joff thanked Darroll and skated over to the bench. He missed the call but saw who it was. Joff called his friend right back, catching him in the middle of leaving a voice mail.
“Hey, you called; what’s up?”
“You busy right now?”
“Not really, why?”
“I want you to meet me somewhere.” There was a tone in Scottie’s voice that Joff knew all too well. Yeah, something was definitely up. But then Joff realized…
“Wait, you’re in Jersey ?”
“Yeah. But only for a little bit, so hurry up.”
Joff got the information Scottie wanted to give him and was off the phone. “Jeff, gotta run!” And then the winger was down the hallway and heading for the locker room. He got changed as quick as he could, stuffing his gear into his bag and throwing his practice jersey in a bin. No one bothered him, and after getting his shoes on Joff was heading out the door and to his car.
Traffic was mild, considering the time of day, and Joff got to where Scottie wanted him to meet. The whole ride over, rapid thoughts were running through his head. Meeting Scottie at a hotel could really one mean one thing: sex. Joff hadn’t done it in a couple days; a long time for him considering how many times Scottie fucked him while his friend was still a Flyer. Joff was starting to get excited, maybe a little turned on, as he neared the hotel. Taking a couple deep breaths and counting to ten, Joff controlled himself in a timely fashion. It was something he learned to do, something he did often when Scottie teased him during all the wrong times.
Joff parked the car and got out. He walked through the front doors, nodding to the clerk who stood behind the counter. He must not have recognized Joff, for he only gave the hockey player a simple glance before turning back to his computer. The elevator arrived right away, and after stepping on, Joff pressed the button for the fourth floor. Then, he waited.
Joff couldn’t stand still. The elevator was moving too slow. Thankfully he was the only person in there because soon his mind was drifting into thoughts of what Scottie would do to him when he finally arrived. Maybe he would push him on the bed, kiss his lips, run his tongue all through his mouth. Joff was thinking about Scottie on top of him, pressing their erections together, and soon Scottie would strip him, strip himself, and then he be pounding into Joff and making him -
The elevator sounded and the doors open. Joff cleared his throat, surprised, and headed into the halfway. Cock half hard in his pants, Joff shifted his jeans and started looking for the room number. Four-five-five… Four-five-five… Four-five-five…
The room crept up on him and Joff stood in front of it. He hesitated for moment, maybe a moment too long, and then he knocked on the door.
“It’s open!”
Joff could hear Scottie’s voice from inside the room, through the door, and the winger wasted no more time. He opened the door, sliding through the wooden frame, pushing the door closed behind him and eyes landing on the sight before him. Joff froze. He couldn’t believe it.
Bastard.
Scottie sat on the bed, legs spread, leaning back on the headboard. Pillows caught him, made his comfortable, and as the shit-eating-grin was spread across his face, Mike Richards’ head was bobbing up and down on his cock.
“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Joff walked into the room, stopping only a foot away from the bed. “It was you?”
“Yep.” Scottie looked down at Mike, ran his fingers gently through the dark hair. When he looked back at Joff, he noticed the winger had his eyes glued to the captain. Following those eyes, Scottie noticed they were staring at a certain body part of Mike’s that was being ignored at the moment. Scottie felt the need for that to change.
“Joff.” Scottie held out his hand, reaching for Joff. “Come here.” He pulled Joff close and brought him down their faces were even. Then, Scottie kissed him. The kissing was eager, as it had been days since Joff had those pretty lips pressed to his own. He could feel a tongue pushing to enter his mouth, and greedy hands were pulling at his shirt. "Off," Scottie growled against his mouth, and Joff couldn't deny him.
"Fuck, Scottie." Joff moaned as those lips moved to his neck, nipping and sucking at his warm skin. They separated briefly, Joff pulling his shirt off, and then lips were on his chest and stomach and Joff could feel his dick getting hard under the soft fabric of his pants. He ran his fingers through Scottie's hair, tangling them tightly, and after pulling, tugging, getting his best friend to look at him, their lips reconnected and they were kissing again.
The next thing that happened was quick and Joff soon found himself sitting on the bed. Mike was between his legs, smirking, looking at Scottie, who sat behind him. Joff's back was pressed to his chest, as Scottie's arms drapped around him. Slow, open-mouth kisses were being pressed to Joff's neck as Mike was messing with the button on his pants. Then Mike's fingers were pulling at the zipper, and soon Scottie was whispering in his ear, "Want him to suck you?" and Joff was lifting his hips so his captain to pull the pants off. Completely naked, cause sometime Joff didn't wear underwear, and the winger's erection was freed.
"Richie, why don't you show Joff how good it feels to be the winning bidder?"
"But I - you - Oh fuck! Yeah..." Joff watched as his cock disappeared into Mike's mouth. A hand grasped the bottom of his shaft, started to work him slowly as his mouth moved and soon Mike was moving in a rhythm. Joff moaned, bucked his hips so his cock went further into the captain's mouth. Scottie shifted behind him and then Joff felt a slick finger teasing his hole. Joff threw his head back, "Fuck!" and Scottie's lips were on his neck again as two fingers worked to stretch him.
"This is what you wanted, eh Joff? But only with Jeff. You wanted Jeff to be here and not me." A third finger was added and they curved and brushed over a spot and Joff was sure he was about to come. "Well, I can fuck you better than anyone, so fuck Jeff."
Mike's mouth was suddenly gone and Joff looked at him. And then there was movement again, and this time Joff could feel the fingers leave and two hands grabbed his ass. Scottie lifted him, litterally lifted him off the bed, and Joff was then settling himself down on Scottie. His cock was already lubed, Mike's spit still fresh, and he filled Joff completely.
"Oh fuck, yeah...." Joff started to move, started to ride Scottie as all the support went to his feet against the bed. He grabbed one of Scottie's hips, the other hand landing on top of one of Scottie's. Their fingers interlaced but neither one noticed. Joff was too involved in the feeling of Scottie moving inside of him. He bounced up and down, throwing his weight against Scottie's chest as he was fucked in the most incredible position ever.
"You two are so hot," Mike moaned, now touching himself. Scottie opened his eyes and looking at his former teammate.
"Come here." Scottie held his hand out, like he had done for Joff, and soon Mike was pressed to his side and kissing him. Their tongues brushed along each other, moving in and out, and moans escaped between breaths of air.
Scottie's free hand cupped Mike's chin and he looked at him. "Get on top of Joff," the winger suggested, and Mike nodded. He nodded because he wanted too, because ever since Joff walked into the room and was staring at him, the captain wanted to feel Joff inside of him.
Joff slowed his movements as Mike straddled his waist. He captured two of the captain's fingers in his mouth, ran his tongue over them and slicked them good. Then, both Scottie and Joff watched as Mike prepared himself. It was the hottest thing in the world, two fingers entering Mike as he arched his back, closed his eyes, mouth dropped open as a soft moan came out. The fingers appeared and disappeared several times, and Joff started to stroke himself, felt so fucking close as Scottie's lips sucked on a spot below his ear.
"He's getting ready for you," Scottie purred. Joff swallowed, so turned on, and then soon Mike was done and the fingers left him. Mike moved closer to Joff and Joff held his cock still as the captain lowered himself on it. Warm hands were placed on Joff's shoulders and then Joff was completely inside of Mike.
"Oh god, Richie..."
Joff moved on Scottie, moving inside of Mike, and the three of them suddenly became like one. It felt so fucking good, and Mike lowered his head to captured Joff's lips against his own. Scottie watched them, snaking a hand around Joff's body to touch Mike's cock. He grasped him, started to stroke him, weeping pre-cum leaking over a rough finger. It wasn't difficult for them, they moved like they had done it tons of times before.
Mike was the first to come, his mouth pressed against Scottie's shoulder, biting hard as his scream was muffled. Semen spilled over Scottie's hand and onto Joff's chest, the warmth spreading over their skin. When Mike was breathing deeply, still moving slowly over Joff, coming down from his orgasm, Scottie could feel Joff clench around his cock and then Scottie was coming. He moaned into Joff's ear, hot air spilling over the winger, and then Joff was coming too because every sensation brought him over the edge. Scottie filled Joff and Joff filled Mike and both wingers were moaning out names and curses and both almost had the same expression on their faces. Mike chuckled to himself; it was a cute moment.
Scottie opened his eyes first, watching his former captain move off his forner teammate. But they weren't just former teammates to him, but best friends, and Scottie was thankful that he had received the call informing him about the auction. If it wasn't for Scott Hartnell's call (because Harts knew they were all "stuffing" each other), then Scottie wouldn't have this moment to share because money was no object to him, just his key to getting what he wanted.
Joff got in the shower first, proudly displaying his ass as he walked to the bathroom, leaving Scottie and Mike to laugh. When they could hear the running water and sound of the door opening, Scottie pulled Mike down next to him for a low-heated make-out session. Scottie had what he wanted, maybe not all but enough. And thinking back on how lucky he was that even though he was traded he still had the friendship, Scottie knew he was definitely the winning bidder.
--END
The locker room went silent, all eyes trailing to the head coach that stood in the doorway. Stevens, who normally didn’t express any emotions on his face, looked worried.
Jeff finished with the tape on his stick and spoke up. “He went with the winner of that auction.”
“That was over at four. It’s five-thirty. He was supposed to be back an hour ago.”
“Oh.” Jeff reached into his locker space and checked his phone. No calls from Mike. Not even a single text messages. “I’ve got nothing.”
“Jeez,” Stevens sighed. He ran a hand through his hair and turned. “Anyone hear anything, let me know! We’ve got a game in an hour and a half and our captain decided to play hooky…” They could hear their coach’s voice trailing away as he headed down the hall.
Everyone looked at each other. No one knew where Mike Richards was.
*****
Earlier that day, around 10am.
The player auction had been an idea from the promotional manager. With the end of the season around the corner, Flyers management and staff wanted to give the fans one last opportunity to interact with their team. It would allow season ticket holders and families to bid on a chance to spend the day with a Flyer before going to that night’s game, and all money would go to charity.
At first they decided on placing five players from the team up for auction. Simon Gagne, Mike Richards, Jeff Carter, Daniel Briere and Marty Biron were the names listed. After all costs and safety issues were figured out, only one name remained and only one Flyer was going to participate. The captain, Mike Richards. Mike was notified the next day that he was being asked to participate in an auction. Mike never said no to things like that, especially for charity, but the captain didn’t know what kind of auction it was until it was too late. Too late, because Mike realized two days later that he was being auctioned off to spend time with a fan.
It was a little unsettling but Mike knew he could handle it. He was just hoping he wouldn’t end with some crazy female fan, because after that one attempted kidnapping incident at the Carnival…
Paul Holmgren stood next to Mike on the stage. They were at the Skate Zone, wearing suits and ties, dressed for the occasion. Fans were seated in plastic chairs and staring at him, because they knew, and Mike was starting to get worried again. It was already about thirty minutes into the auction, several others bids taken and wins collected and almost five thousand dollars were raised. There were only a couple more items to present, and then the bidding would start on Mike and he was sure he wasn’t going to like it.
Standing behind the stage, out of anyone’s view, Jeff and Joff were configuring to each other about their own bid. It wasn’t legal for the Flyers themselves to bid on anything, but when Jeff came up with the idea, Joff had the sister to help.
“You’re sure she knows what to do?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re sure she knows there’s no price limit?”
“Yes!” Joff glared at Jeff. “Now be quiet before we get caught!”
Jeff sighed and looked back out into the audience. He could see Joff’s sister, seated in the second row, all attention on the man behind the podium. He was down to the last item before Mike. Jeff was starting to get nervous and Joff could tell.
“What’s up your ass?”
“I feel like we are gonna get out bid.”
“By who? No one in here has the kind of money we do to place a bid on Richie. All she has to do is raise it up to ten thousand and that’s it. Done and over with. Richie will be ours for four whole hours and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”
Jeff’s dick twitched in his pants at the thought. “He’s gonna be surprised.”
“He sure will.” Joff grinned, followed by one from Jeff. They heard the announcer close out the bidding to take a five minute break before the final “item” was placed up. Both were out looking to the audience that neither one noticed the presence behind them, suddenly creeping up and surprising them both.
“Hey.”
Jeff jumped, grabbed Joff’s arm and turned. He glared at the intruder but his expression softened when he saw it was only Andrew Alberts.
“Oh, hey, Albie. What’s up?”
Andy crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the two. “Something’s up.” He raised an eyebrow at them, almost smelling the suspicious behavior. Andy stood at five inches above Joff and two above Jeff. Joff suddenly felt his throat tightened and knew he had to tell.
“Oh, it’s nothing really, justplacingabidonRichie.” His words were fast at the end, catching the defenseman a little off guard until he realized what Joff said.
“You guys never fail to amaze me.”
“You want in?”
“Wait, what?!” Jeff cut into the conversation, suddenly glaring at Joff. “No offense to Albie, but you can’t just offer him in like that!”
Joff gave Andy a look before going in close to Jeff, their shoulders bumping and foreheads touching. “Think about it… How hot would it be to have a foursome with Albie? I mean, seriously, he’s tall, handsome, and now that I think about it, I really want him to fuck me.”
Andy was sure he heard Joff correctly and his eyes went wide. “Umm…”
“You do make a good point.” Jeff turned and looked at the taller man. “You want in?”
“How exactly are you doing this?”
“My sister is gonna place the bid. Technically, she will be the winner and pick up Richie, and then we’re gonna meet up with them afterwards.”
“No harm done, really. We transferred money into her account this morning so it’ll be coming from her name. We just get to spend the time with him.”
“Okay.” Andy wasn’t convinced, but he was still interested. “But you guys can do that anytime. Why take this opportunity away from a fan?”
Joff stepped in close to Andy. “Any fan will just ogle him for the four hours. Us, well, we can give him some fun time off.”
“Plus, I really don’t want anyone spending that much time with him. It’s totally not fair.”
“Possessive much?” Andy raised an eyebrow at Jeff and held back a laugh.
“Listen, Albie, if you want in, fine, but you keep talking like that I can make sure your ice time goes down real quick.” Jeff’s face was stern. Andy knew he wasn’t playing around. “Remember, the captain is my boyfriend. I can have a say in things too.”
“Alright, fine. Jeez, Jeff, no need to get your panties up in a bunch. I’m in.”
Joff’s face lit up, a little more than maybe he intended. “Great!”
The sudden roar of excitement from the crowd brought their attention back to the auction. Joff looked and saw Mike standing near the announcer, smiling with little ease. The announcer had an arm around the captain, face excited as he exclaimed there was a winner. Fans started to get out of their seats, and Joff turned back to Jeff. It worked. Joff’s sister had placed a bid and won and now -
“I didn’t get it.”
Joff stopped dancing like a fool and Jeff stopped grinning like an idiot. “What?”
“I didn’t get it! Someone out bid me!” Joff's sister looked defeated.
“Who?! What the fuck? You were supposed to keep bidding!”
“I did, but then a third person suddenly came in and the bidding went back and forth between those two. It got so high and I lost track of where it was at.”
Jeff pouted, shoulders slumping. “What was your last bid?”
“Fifty thousand.”
“Holy crap.” Joff and Jeff looked at each other.
Jeff pouted, shoulders slumping. “What was your last bid?”
“Fifty thousand.”
“Holy crap.” Joff and Jeff looked at each other.
“So what was the winning bid?”
“More importantly, who the fuck won?”
*****
Later that day, 5:15pm
Mike pulled his shirt down over his head, sliding his arms through and pulling the fabric down to cover his torso. His jeans sat on the edge of the bed, waiting to be put back on. The slim body of his bedmate was near and he was still slick with sweat, semen, and fading red marks from hungry kisses to his shoulders.
“I still don’t get why you had to take a shower before you left. You’re just gonna get all dirty during the game again.”
“I smell like you, that’s why.”
“You say it like that’s a bad thing.” A sly grin, followed by a wink. Mike rolled his eyes at the man and grabbed his jeans.
“Considering what everyone thought I was doing, yeah, it kinda is.”
“Harsh words, baby.”
“Oh, shut up.” Mike grinned and sat on the bed. He pulled his socks on, one by one, but soon fell back into the arms of his former teammate. Kisses were placed softly on his neck and he let out a soft moan. “I really should get going…”
Mike was let free and the captain grabbed his shoes, sighing to himself. He pulled them on as well and was back on his feet. Rubbing the back of his neck, maybe letting lose some of the tension that was building back up, Mike looked at his friend.
“I’ll give you a call. We should all hang out before the playoffs.”
“Sure,” a small, maybe sad smile. “Sounds good. You know where to find me.”
“Yeah, too far away.”
The captain left the hotel room and walked down the hall. Heading up the elevators, he put on the hoodie he was carrying in his arms and placed the hood up on his head. Once outside, Mike climbed into the waiting vehicle and was on his way back to Philly. He did have a game to play that night, after all.
*****
Same day that afternoon, 2:20pm
The call came in while Joff was at an optional skate. With his and Jeff’s - well, Andy’s also - plan having failed, the two were feeling like crap and knew skating around shooting pucks would put them in a better mood. It was working so far, and then Joff’s phone started vibrating in his bag on the bench and Darroll Powe noticed.
“Yo, Lupes! Phone!”
Joff thanked Darroll and skated over to the bench. He missed the call but saw who it was. Joff called his friend right back, catching him in the middle of leaving a voice mail.
“Hey, you called; what’s up?”
“You busy right now?”
“Not really, why?”
“I want you to meet me somewhere.” There was a tone in Scottie’s voice that Joff knew all too well. Yeah, something was definitely up. But then Joff realized…
“Wait, you’re in Jersey ?”
“Yeah. But only for a little bit, so hurry up.”
Joff got the information Scottie wanted to give him and was off the phone. “Jeff, gotta run!” And then the winger was down the hallway and heading for the locker room. He got changed as quick as he could, stuffing his gear into his bag and throwing his practice jersey in a bin. No one bothered him, and after getting his shoes on Joff was heading out the door and to his car.
Traffic was mild, considering the time of day, and Joff got to where Scottie wanted him to meet. The whole ride over, rapid thoughts were running through his head. Meeting Scottie at a hotel could really one mean one thing: sex. Joff hadn’t done it in a couple days; a long time for him considering how many times Scottie fucked him while his friend was still a Flyer. Joff was starting to get excited, maybe a little turned on, as he neared the hotel. Taking a couple deep breaths and counting to ten, Joff controlled himself in a timely fashion. It was something he learned to do, something he did often when Scottie teased him during all the wrong times.
Joff parked the car and got out. He walked through the front doors, nodding to the clerk who stood behind the counter. He must not have recognized Joff, for he only gave the hockey player a simple glance before turning back to his computer. The elevator arrived right away, and after stepping on, Joff pressed the button for the fourth floor. Then, he waited.
Joff couldn’t stand still. The elevator was moving too slow. Thankfully he was the only person in there because soon his mind was drifting into thoughts of what Scottie would do to him when he finally arrived. Maybe he would push him on the bed, kiss his lips, run his tongue all through his mouth. Joff was thinking about Scottie on top of him, pressing their erections together, and soon Scottie would strip him, strip himself, and then he be pounding into Joff and making him -
The elevator sounded and the doors open. Joff cleared his throat, surprised, and headed into the halfway. Cock half hard in his pants, Joff shifted his jeans and started looking for the room number. Four-five-five… Four-five-five… Four-five-five…
The room crept up on him and Joff stood in front of it. He hesitated for moment, maybe a moment too long, and then he knocked on the door.
“It’s open!”
Joff could hear Scottie’s voice from inside the room, through the door, and the winger wasted no more time. He opened the door, sliding through the wooden frame, pushing the door closed behind him and eyes landing on the sight before him. Joff froze. He couldn’t believe it.
Bastard.
Scottie sat on the bed, legs spread, leaning back on the headboard. Pillows caught him, made his comfortable, and as the shit-eating-grin was spread across his face, Mike Richards’ head was bobbing up and down on his cock.
“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Joff walked into the room, stopping only a foot away from the bed. “It was you?”
“Yep.” Scottie looked down at Mike, ran his fingers gently through the dark hair. When he looked back at Joff, he noticed the winger had his eyes glued to the captain. Following those eyes, Scottie noticed they were staring at a certain body part of Mike’s that was being ignored at the moment. Scottie felt the need for that to change.
“Joff.” Scottie held out his hand, reaching for Joff. “Come here.” He pulled Joff close and brought him down their faces were even. Then, Scottie kissed him. The kissing was eager, as it had been days since Joff had those pretty lips pressed to his own. He could feel a tongue pushing to enter his mouth, and greedy hands were pulling at his shirt. "Off," Scottie growled against his mouth, and Joff couldn't deny him.
"Fuck, Scottie." Joff moaned as those lips moved to his neck, nipping and sucking at his warm skin. They separated briefly, Joff pulling his shirt off, and then lips were on his chest and stomach and Joff could feel his dick getting hard under the soft fabric of his pants. He ran his fingers through Scottie's hair, tangling them tightly, and after pulling, tugging, getting his best friend to look at him, their lips reconnected and they were kissing again.
The next thing that happened was quick and Joff soon found himself sitting on the bed. Mike was between his legs, smirking, looking at Scottie, who sat behind him. Joff's back was pressed to his chest, as Scottie's arms drapped around him. Slow, open-mouth kisses were being pressed to Joff's neck as Mike was messing with the button on his pants. Then Mike's fingers were pulling at the zipper, and soon Scottie was whispering in his ear, "Want him to suck you?" and Joff was lifting his hips so his captain to pull the pants off. Completely naked, cause sometime Joff didn't wear underwear, and the winger's erection was freed.
"Richie, why don't you show Joff how good it feels to be the winning bidder?"
"But I - you - Oh fuck! Yeah..." Joff watched as his cock disappeared into Mike's mouth. A hand grasped the bottom of his shaft, started to work him slowly as his mouth moved and soon Mike was moving in a rhythm. Joff moaned, bucked his hips so his cock went further into the captain's mouth. Scottie shifted behind him and then Joff felt a slick finger teasing his hole. Joff threw his head back, "Fuck!" and Scottie's lips were on his neck again as two fingers worked to stretch him.
"This is what you wanted, eh Joff? But only with Jeff. You wanted Jeff to be here and not me." A third finger was added and they curved and brushed over a spot and Joff was sure he was about to come. "Well, I can fuck you better than anyone, so fuck Jeff."
Mike's mouth was suddenly gone and Joff looked at him. And then there was movement again, and this time Joff could feel the fingers leave and two hands grabbed his ass. Scottie lifted him, litterally lifted him off the bed, and Joff was then settling himself down on Scottie. His cock was already lubed, Mike's spit still fresh, and he filled Joff completely.
"Oh fuck, yeah...." Joff started to move, started to ride Scottie as all the support went to his feet against the bed. He grabbed one of Scottie's hips, the other hand landing on top of one of Scottie's. Their fingers interlaced but neither one noticed. Joff was too involved in the feeling of Scottie moving inside of him. He bounced up and down, throwing his weight against Scottie's chest as he was fucked in the most incredible position ever.
"You two are so hot," Mike moaned, now touching himself. Scottie opened his eyes and looking at his former teammate.
"Come here." Scottie held his hand out, like he had done for Joff, and soon Mike was pressed to his side and kissing him. Their tongues brushed along each other, moving in and out, and moans escaped between breaths of air.
Scottie's free hand cupped Mike's chin and he looked at him. "Get on top of Joff," the winger suggested, and Mike nodded. He nodded because he wanted too, because ever since Joff walked into the room and was staring at him, the captain wanted to feel Joff inside of him.
Joff slowed his movements as Mike straddled his waist. He captured two of the captain's fingers in his mouth, ran his tongue over them and slicked them good. Then, both Scottie and Joff watched as Mike prepared himself. It was the hottest thing in the world, two fingers entering Mike as he arched his back, closed his eyes, mouth dropped open as a soft moan came out. The fingers appeared and disappeared several times, and Joff started to stroke himself, felt so fucking close as Scottie's lips sucked on a spot below his ear.
"He's getting ready for you," Scottie purred. Joff swallowed, so turned on, and then soon Mike was done and the fingers left him. Mike moved closer to Joff and Joff held his cock still as the captain lowered himself on it. Warm hands were placed on Joff's shoulders and then Joff was completely inside of Mike.
"Oh god, Richie..."
Joff moved on Scottie, moving inside of Mike, and the three of them suddenly became like one. It felt so fucking good, and Mike lowered his head to captured Joff's lips against his own. Scottie watched them, snaking a hand around Joff's body to touch Mike's cock. He grasped him, started to stroke him, weeping pre-cum leaking over a rough finger. It wasn't difficult for them, they moved like they had done it tons of times before.
Mike was the first to come, his mouth pressed against Scottie's shoulder, biting hard as his scream was muffled. Semen spilled over Scottie's hand and onto Joff's chest, the warmth spreading over their skin. When Mike was breathing deeply, still moving slowly over Joff, coming down from his orgasm, Scottie could feel Joff clench around his cock and then Scottie was coming. He moaned into Joff's ear, hot air spilling over the winger, and then Joff was coming too because every sensation brought him over the edge. Scottie filled Joff and Joff filled Mike and both wingers were moaning out names and curses and both almost had the same expression on their faces. Mike chuckled to himself; it was a cute moment.
Scottie opened his eyes first, watching his former captain move off his forner teammate. But they weren't just former teammates to him, but best friends, and Scottie was thankful that he had received the call informing him about the auction. If it wasn't for Scott Hartnell's call (because Harts knew they were all "stuffing" each other), then Scottie wouldn't have this moment to share because money was no object to him, just his key to getting what he wanted.
Joff got in the shower first, proudly displaying his ass as he walked to the bathroom, leaving Scottie and Mike to laugh. When they could hear the running water and sound of the door opening, Scottie pulled Mike down next to him for a low-heated make-out session. Scottie had what he wanted, maybe not all but enough. And thinking back on how lucky he was that even though he was traded he still had the friendship, Scottie knew he was definitely the winning bidder.
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