[untitled hockey ficlet]
a wee little thing about marc savard and shawn thornton, about fingers and teeth and people who never shut up. written on may 12, 2010 & backdated for your convenience. no beta, no cookie, no plot, no problem. fiction, fiction, fiction: i own nothing & no one, and this never happened, is not real, &tc. rated r. (666 words)
"It's tough to keep a guy's fingers out of [Savard's] mouth, so there's not much I could have done." -Shawn Thornton
Savvy never shuts up. Shawn jokes about it, says that's how you know Savvy's okay--and it was a punch to the gut when Savvy showed up to practice one day, talking non-stop about the ice and his sticks and the air--but right now he's doing everything he can think of to make Savvy shut up.
Only: "Shit, okay, this bathroom's tiny, but if you move--"
Shawn's moving before he can think. Hand sliding from the back of Savvy's head to the front, thumb pressed against Savvy's mouth. "Shut. Up," Shawn says. Savvy's entire body shakes, tenses and then goes completely slack.
His smile is in complete contrast to his relaxed posture: dangerous, full of teeth. "Make me," he says. It's half a dare and half begging, and Shawn's not exactly known for his ability to walk away from either.
He presses his thumb into Savvy's mouth. Savvy bites down; not hard enough to break the skin, but there'll be little tooth-shaped indentations along his knuckle. "Shh," Shawn says. "Not everyone's listening to their iPods out there, you know. I think a couple of guys are playing cards."
Savvy bites down harder, just for a second, and opens his mouth. Shawn leans forward, forcing back against the sink. "Ow," Savvy says, and Shawn kisses him.
Savvy keeps talking for a couple of seconds--nonsense syllables, or at least that's what they sound like--before kissing Shawn back. He kisses like he talks: active, non-stop, almost taunting. But Shawn's a fighter. He reaches down, unbuttons Savvy's jeans and slides his hand into his boxers. Savvy gasps--"fuck," he says, "shit, no, like"--and Shawn wraps his hand around Savvy's dick.
Says, "You think you can stay quiet?" His teeth graze Savvy's cheek as he talks, and he licks against the grain of Savvy's dorky looking beard. Savvy nods. Bites his lower lip. Nods again.
Shawn snaps his teeth at Savvy, and Savvy kisses him. Shawn starts jerking Savvy off. They don't have enough time for anything fancy, for Shawn to tease Savvy until he can't help but babble and beg for more. (Shawn half-imagines that he hears Bergy's voice, that there are footsteps just outside the door. )
He's concentrating on getting Savvy off, on making him stupid with it, which is the only excuse he has for not noticing Savvy's fingers making short work of his jeans and boxers.
"Just," Savvy says, mouth still touching Shawn's, and he reaches down and pulls Shawn's hand off his dick. Takes a second, stands there just breathing, before pushing his boxers down to his knees and moving Shawn's hand to his mouth.
He grabs Shawn's ass. Pulls him forward until their dicks are touching and they can rub off against each other. "Like this," he says, "Yeah? Good, right?"
Shawn slips a couple of fingers into Savvy's mouth. Savvy sucks on them, uses his tongue and his teeth, before starting to murmur around them: Shawn's name, grunting and humming, silly nonsense, curses even a sailor doesn't know.
"Fuck," Shawn says. Savvy's hands are still on his ass, still holding him where Savvy wants him, still setting the pace. Shawn could take control--Savvy's still pressed up against the sink, and Shawn's stronger--but he doesn't. He's close. "Just a little more," he says, "Please."
Savvy laughs. Just a quick exhalation, but it feels like it should be louder. He turns his head, and Shawn's fingers pop out of his mouth, a line of spit trailing across Savvy's cheek. "That's hot," Savvy says. "I should make you beg more often."
Shawn's hips buck, and that's it. He bites at Savvy's ear, sucks on the skin just behind it, and he's coming with Savvy's voice buzzing around him. Savvy starts jerking himself off. He uses his other hand to turn Shawn's head, pull him back into a bruising kiss. Shawn's still hazy. He could fall asleep right here. But he's a fucking gentleman, and he follows the code.
He reaches down. Pushes Savvy's hand away and finishes jerking him off.
an end.
"It's tough to keep a guy's fingers out of [Savard's] mouth, so there's not much I could have done." -Shawn Thornton
Savvy never shuts up. Shawn jokes about it, says that's how you know Savvy's okay--and it was a punch to the gut when Savvy showed up to practice one day, talking non-stop about the ice and his sticks and the air--but right now he's doing everything he can think of to make Savvy shut up.
Only: "Shit, okay, this bathroom's tiny, but if you move--"
Shawn's moving before he can think. Hand sliding from the back of Savvy's head to the front, thumb pressed against Savvy's mouth. "Shut. Up," Shawn says. Savvy's entire body shakes, tenses and then goes completely slack.
His smile is in complete contrast to his relaxed posture: dangerous, full of teeth. "Make me," he says. It's half a dare and half begging, and Shawn's not exactly known for his ability to walk away from either.
He presses his thumb into Savvy's mouth. Savvy bites down; not hard enough to break the skin, but there'll be little tooth-shaped indentations along his knuckle. "Shh," Shawn says. "Not everyone's listening to their iPods out there, you know. I think a couple of guys are playing cards."
Savvy bites down harder, just for a second, and opens his mouth. Shawn leans forward, forcing back against the sink. "Ow," Savvy says, and Shawn kisses him.
Savvy keeps talking for a couple of seconds--nonsense syllables, or at least that's what they sound like--before kissing Shawn back. He kisses like he talks: active, non-stop, almost taunting. But Shawn's a fighter. He reaches down, unbuttons Savvy's jeans and slides his hand into his boxers. Savvy gasps--"fuck," he says, "shit, no, like"--and Shawn wraps his hand around Savvy's dick.
Says, "You think you can stay quiet?" His teeth graze Savvy's cheek as he talks, and he licks against the grain of Savvy's dorky looking beard. Savvy nods. Bites his lower lip. Nods again.
Shawn snaps his teeth at Savvy, and Savvy kisses him. Shawn starts jerking Savvy off. They don't have enough time for anything fancy, for Shawn to tease Savvy until he can't help but babble and beg for more. (Shawn half-imagines that he hears Bergy's voice, that there are footsteps just outside the door. )
He's concentrating on getting Savvy off, on making him stupid with it, which is the only excuse he has for not noticing Savvy's fingers making short work of his jeans and boxers.
"Just," Savvy says, mouth still touching Shawn's, and he reaches down and pulls Shawn's hand off his dick. Takes a second, stands there just breathing, before pushing his boxers down to his knees and moving Shawn's hand to his mouth.
He grabs Shawn's ass. Pulls him forward until their dicks are touching and they can rub off against each other. "Like this," he says, "Yeah? Good, right?"
Shawn slips a couple of fingers into Savvy's mouth. Savvy sucks on them, uses his tongue and his teeth, before starting to murmur around them: Shawn's name, grunting and humming, silly nonsense, curses even a sailor doesn't know.
"Fuck," Shawn says. Savvy's hands are still on his ass, still holding him where Savvy wants him, still setting the pace. Shawn could take control--Savvy's still pressed up against the sink, and Shawn's stronger--but he doesn't. He's close. "Just a little more," he says, "Please."
Savvy laughs. Just a quick exhalation, but it feels like it should be louder. He turns his head, and Shawn's fingers pop out of his mouth, a line of spit trailing across Savvy's cheek. "That's hot," Savvy says. "I should make you beg more often."
Shawn's hips buck, and that's it. He bites at Savvy's ear, sucks on the skin just behind it, and he's coming with Savvy's voice buzzing around him. Savvy starts jerking himself off. He uses his other hand to turn Shawn's head, pull him back into a bruising kiss. Shawn's still hazy. He could fall asleep right here. But he's a fucking gentleman, and he follows the code.
He reaches down. Pushes Savvy's hand away and finishes jerking him off.
an end.