New Fic: Triptych
Title: Triptych
Pairing: Nikolai Zherdev/Sergei Fedorov/Rick Nash (Jackets hockey)
Rating: NC-17 all the way, baby. I mean it.
Summary: Don't have one, it's PWP. I swear I had plot when I started, but *poof*. Gone. All porn now. :( No redeeming value whatsoever.
A/N: I asked for prompts to use in a drabble, and sheesusnat gave me secret, silk and whisper. This is WAY longer than a drabble - about 1600 words. Set following a home game, but not any specific one. Mucho thanks to sheesusnat for the beta on this one. Yeah, I know I made her beta fic that was written for her. I suck.
A/N 2: Dialogue in italics is meant to signify that it's spoken in Russian. Also, "Seryozha" is a nickname for "Sergei."
Disclaimer: Pretty sure this never happened. Also, I don't own them, I just like to play with them.
Feedback: Will be loved like a wicked one-timer.
They stumble through the front door of Nik's condo in a flurry of motion and as soon as the lock clicks into place behind them, they descend upon each other without bothering to fumble for the lights. Out of view of prying eyes out in the hallway, hands roam over firm muscles and pull at woven silk, tongues slide against each other, teeth click together.
There were fifteen years between them, but it all seemed to melt away when they were alone together. For all of Sergei's half-hearted grousing about being an "old man" and Nik's playful teasing to that same effect, they may as well both have been the same age when it was just the two of them. Nik liked the idea that he had that sort of influence on the older man and he couldn't help the small swelling of pride inside at the thought that he could give Sergei something in return for the wealth of knowledge and experience he provided him.
Nik shakes himself from this train of thought and grins at the quizzical look Sergei is giving him in the dim light of the foyer. He slides his arms around his waist and leans back against the door, pulling Sergei with him.
"Sorry. Drifted off."
Sergei laughs under his breath. "Am I not keeping you entertained?"
"Far from it, old man." Nik's gentle teasing earns him a scrape of Sergei's teeth along his bottom lip.
Nik makes quick work of Sergei's suit jacket and tie. Soon, he's bare from the waist up as his shirt is unbuttoned and the offending fabric pushed off his shoulders to join its mates on the floor.
Suddenly, there's a noise coming from deeper in the condo, as if someone were shuffling down the hall toward them and Sergei's hands quickly come up to push against Nik's chest. He means to twist away from Nik and look behind him, but Nik holds him by the wrists and prevents him from turning.
"Did you hear…" Turning back to Nik, he asks, "What was that?"
Nik pulls him close again. "A surprise, Seryozha."
They had talked before about possibly inviting another to join them sometime, it was one of those secret fantasies they would discuss in the smallest hours of the morning, when Sergei would indulge his young counterpart's bottomless curiosity. If he thought Sergei would be uncomfortable, or if there might be a problem, Nik never would've pressed a key into Rick's palm and grinned at the way his eyes lit up when he said, "Wait. For us, yes?"
"A surprise?" Sergei's confusion is temporarily forgotten, though, as Nik's lips trail along his jaw, leaving a path of burning skin in their wake. He's almost lost in the sensation when a heavy hand on his back between his shoulder blades startles him from his daze.
Sergei cranes his neck, trying to see behind him, but Rick steps closer to stay as much out of his direct line of sight as possible until his chest is flush against the older man's back. He snakes his hand around to nudge Sergei's jaw until he's facing forward and looking in Nik's eyes again.
Nik smiles at him as if to say, 'Don't worry,' and captures his lips with his own once more. Their tongues slide together, around each other, as Rick nuzzles at the back of Sergei's head. He buries his nose in soft hair, inhaling the slightly spicy scent of that shampoo that Sergei's so fond of.
They continue to kiss eagerly, but Sergei stops and pulls back slightly when he feels Rick's hands slide down his stomach to unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. His dress pants fall to the floor and when Rick peels his briefs down next until his cock springs free, Sergei tries to pull away.
"Wait…"
Nik still has his fingers wrapped around his wrists and he pulls his hands behind him, pinning them at the small of Sergei's back and using the leverage to hold him in place. Sergei's breathing quickens and Nik tells him it's all right, punctuating his words with quick kisses to the side of his mouth, his jaw, his neck.
Over the sound of his own soft panting, Sergei hears the sound of fabric rustling and a zipper being lowered, followed by the cap of a bottle being flipped open. Rick's knee nudges his legs a little further apart and he makes a small sound of protest in the back of his throat at the feel of slick fingers pressed against his entrance.
Nik's lips are at his ear in a flash and he whispers reassurances, reminding him that he won't be hurt, Nik would never allow it. "Trust me, Seryozha," he breathes.
And he does. Immediately and without question.
Hands that had been clenched into fists behind his back relax and he leans against Nik a little more when two fingers press up into him. In and out, scissoring his fingers apart, Rick rubs against the tight ring of muscle.
His other hand on Sergei's hip, he withdraws his fingers. In one spoken word, he seeks reassurance that he isn't about to do something he'd soon come to regret.
"Sergei?"
At the sound of Rick's voice, Sergei relaxes even more between the two young men, having reaffirmed who he was sure was behind him, but had not seen clearly yet, and Rick takes this as his cue. Sheathing himself completely in one smooth stroke, Sergei drops his head, his soft moan muffled by the crook of Nik's neck. Rick begins to thrust gently, following a maddeningly slow pace, teasing him with every movement, until the needy little noises from Sergei, quiet at first, become more insistent. He tries to move back to meet Rick's hips with each thrust, but Nik still has his hands, preventing him from moving very far.
There's a small pop, followed by the sound of something skittering and sliding across the hardwood floor. Rick nearly bites through his lip when he realizes what it was - the buttons from Nik's dress shirt where Sergei had torn at them and pulled the collar open with his teeth. Rick tightens his grip on his hips and moves with just a little more force as he watches Sergei suck at Nik's collarbone, the sight alone enough to push him over.
Like the way a lion bites at the neck of his mate, Rick sinks his teeth into Sergei's shoulder when he comes. Nik does the same to the outside of his other shoulder where it slopes into his bicep, both men staking their claim at the same time, and Sergei throws his head back against Rick and wails.
Not knowing how well sound-proofed Nik's walls are and not wanting to give the neighbors too much to gossip about, Rick clamps his hand over Sergei's mouth to muffle the scream as it trails off. With his tongue, he laves the marks he's made. No broken skin, but there will be enough of a bruise that anyone looking closely enough will know exactly what happened.
With his head still braced against Rick's solid frame, Sergei flicks his eyes over and watches the two of them. Leaning over his shoulder, Rick and Nik kiss greedily, nipping and licking at each other's lips, and his whimper is muffled by Rick's hand still over his mouth.
Nik releases his hands at the same time Rick slips out of him, causing Sergei to moan at the loss of contact. He drops to his knees, sliding down Rick's body, who moves with him as support until they're both kneeling.
He looks up as Nik cards his fingers through his hair and at Nik's nod, Sergei reaches up to undo his belt and fly. He was so close just a moment ago, before Rick pulled away, that he can barely think straight and his hands shake as he fumbles with the buckle. Rick reaches up to help him and together they slide the leather through the metal loop and pull down the zipper. Sergei pulls Nik's slacks and boxers down in one motion and Rick's hands move to Sergei's hips as he watches him swallow Nik's cock to the root.
Nik buries his hands in Sergei's hair, guiding his movements as if the older man didn't already know exactly what he liked. Sergei braces himself with his hands on Nik's thighs when Rick reaches around him and begins to slowly stroke his cock. Each time he gets close, Rick feels him tense and he backs off, and each time Sergei groans just a little louder.
Nik looks down at them and smirks, sure that Sergei would be begging them to come if his mouth weren't otherwise occupied. Seeing them together, seeing his cock slide over Sergei's lips is enough to bring him to the brink of his orgasm, and he tightens his fingers in Sergei's hair when he comes.
He swallows everything Nik has to give him and in the next instant, Nik is crouching before him, rubbing his thumb along Sergei's lower lip, looking into wild blue eyes.
"So. Good." He looks up over Sergei's shoulder. "Yes?"
Rick rumbles his agreement. "Fuck, yes."
"Now, Seryozha," and Nik leans forward to press his mouth to Sergei's, tasting himself on his lips.
Rick tightens his grip as the body in his arms shudders once, and hot, viscous liquid spills over his fingers. He has the urge to whisper, "Good boy," but thinks better of it and instead slides an arm around Sergei's waist as he melts back against him.
Nik drops down the rest of the way to the floor and sits next to them while deep, heaving breaths echo around them. The three men try to catch their breath until Rick's voice breaks the relative silence of the room.
"So, can I hold onto that key?"
Pairing: Nikolai Zherdev/Sergei Fedorov/Rick Nash (Jackets hockey)
Rating: NC-17 all the way, baby. I mean it.
Summary: Don't have one, it's PWP. I swear I had plot when I started, but *poof*. Gone. All porn now. :( No redeeming value whatsoever.
A/N: I asked for prompts to use in a drabble, and sheesusnat gave me secret, silk and whisper. This is WAY longer than a drabble - about 1600 words. Set following a home game, but not any specific one. Mucho thanks to sheesusnat for the beta on this one. Yeah, I know I made her beta fic that was written for her. I suck.
A/N 2: Dialogue in italics is meant to signify that it's spoken in Russian. Also, "Seryozha" is a nickname for "Sergei."
Disclaimer: Pretty sure this never happened. Also, I don't own them, I just like to play with them.
Feedback: Will be loved like a wicked one-timer.
They stumble through the front door of Nik's condo in a flurry of motion and as soon as the lock clicks into place behind them, they descend upon each other without bothering to fumble for the lights. Out of view of prying eyes out in the hallway, hands roam over firm muscles and pull at woven silk, tongues slide against each other, teeth click together.
There were fifteen years between them, but it all seemed to melt away when they were alone together. For all of Sergei's half-hearted grousing about being an "old man" and Nik's playful teasing to that same effect, they may as well both have been the same age when it was just the two of them. Nik liked the idea that he had that sort of influence on the older man and he couldn't help the small swelling of pride inside at the thought that he could give Sergei something in return for the wealth of knowledge and experience he provided him.
Nik shakes himself from this train of thought and grins at the quizzical look Sergei is giving him in the dim light of the foyer. He slides his arms around his waist and leans back against the door, pulling Sergei with him.
"Sorry. Drifted off."
Sergei laughs under his breath. "Am I not keeping you entertained?"
"Far from it, old man." Nik's gentle teasing earns him a scrape of Sergei's teeth along his bottom lip.
Nik makes quick work of Sergei's suit jacket and tie. Soon, he's bare from the waist up as his shirt is unbuttoned and the offending fabric pushed off his shoulders to join its mates on the floor.
Suddenly, there's a noise coming from deeper in the condo, as if someone were shuffling down the hall toward them and Sergei's hands quickly come up to push against Nik's chest. He means to twist away from Nik and look behind him, but Nik holds him by the wrists and prevents him from turning.
"Did you hear…" Turning back to Nik, he asks, "What was that?"
Nik pulls him close again. "A surprise, Seryozha."
They had talked before about possibly inviting another to join them sometime, it was one of those secret fantasies they would discuss in the smallest hours of the morning, when Sergei would indulge his young counterpart's bottomless curiosity. If he thought Sergei would be uncomfortable, or if there might be a problem, Nik never would've pressed a key into Rick's palm and grinned at the way his eyes lit up when he said, "Wait. For us, yes?"
"A surprise?" Sergei's confusion is temporarily forgotten, though, as Nik's lips trail along his jaw, leaving a path of burning skin in their wake. He's almost lost in the sensation when a heavy hand on his back between his shoulder blades startles him from his daze.
Sergei cranes his neck, trying to see behind him, but Rick steps closer to stay as much out of his direct line of sight as possible until his chest is flush against the older man's back. He snakes his hand around to nudge Sergei's jaw until he's facing forward and looking in Nik's eyes again.
Nik smiles at him as if to say, 'Don't worry,' and captures his lips with his own once more. Their tongues slide together, around each other, as Rick nuzzles at the back of Sergei's head. He buries his nose in soft hair, inhaling the slightly spicy scent of that shampoo that Sergei's so fond of.
They continue to kiss eagerly, but Sergei stops and pulls back slightly when he feels Rick's hands slide down his stomach to unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. His dress pants fall to the floor and when Rick peels his briefs down next until his cock springs free, Sergei tries to pull away.
"Wait…"
Nik still has his fingers wrapped around his wrists and he pulls his hands behind him, pinning them at the small of Sergei's back and using the leverage to hold him in place. Sergei's breathing quickens and Nik tells him it's all right, punctuating his words with quick kisses to the side of his mouth, his jaw, his neck.
Over the sound of his own soft panting, Sergei hears the sound of fabric rustling and a zipper being lowered, followed by the cap of a bottle being flipped open. Rick's knee nudges his legs a little further apart and he makes a small sound of protest in the back of his throat at the feel of slick fingers pressed against his entrance.
Nik's lips are at his ear in a flash and he whispers reassurances, reminding him that he won't be hurt, Nik would never allow it. "Trust me, Seryozha," he breathes.
And he does. Immediately and without question.
Hands that had been clenched into fists behind his back relax and he leans against Nik a little more when two fingers press up into him. In and out, scissoring his fingers apart, Rick rubs against the tight ring of muscle.
His other hand on Sergei's hip, he withdraws his fingers. In one spoken word, he seeks reassurance that he isn't about to do something he'd soon come to regret.
"Sergei?"
At the sound of Rick's voice, Sergei relaxes even more between the two young men, having reaffirmed who he was sure was behind him, but had not seen clearly yet, and Rick takes this as his cue. Sheathing himself completely in one smooth stroke, Sergei drops his head, his soft moan muffled by the crook of Nik's neck. Rick begins to thrust gently, following a maddeningly slow pace, teasing him with every movement, until the needy little noises from Sergei, quiet at first, become more insistent. He tries to move back to meet Rick's hips with each thrust, but Nik still has his hands, preventing him from moving very far.
There's a small pop, followed by the sound of something skittering and sliding across the hardwood floor. Rick nearly bites through his lip when he realizes what it was - the buttons from Nik's dress shirt where Sergei had torn at them and pulled the collar open with his teeth. Rick tightens his grip on his hips and moves with just a little more force as he watches Sergei suck at Nik's collarbone, the sight alone enough to push him over.
Like the way a lion bites at the neck of his mate, Rick sinks his teeth into Sergei's shoulder when he comes. Nik does the same to the outside of his other shoulder where it slopes into his bicep, both men staking their claim at the same time, and Sergei throws his head back against Rick and wails.
Not knowing how well sound-proofed Nik's walls are and not wanting to give the neighbors too much to gossip about, Rick clamps his hand over Sergei's mouth to muffle the scream as it trails off. With his tongue, he laves the marks he's made. No broken skin, but there will be enough of a bruise that anyone looking closely enough will know exactly what happened.
With his head still braced against Rick's solid frame, Sergei flicks his eyes over and watches the two of them. Leaning over his shoulder, Rick and Nik kiss greedily, nipping and licking at each other's lips, and his whimper is muffled by Rick's hand still over his mouth.
Nik releases his hands at the same time Rick slips out of him, causing Sergei to moan at the loss of contact. He drops to his knees, sliding down Rick's body, who moves with him as support until they're both kneeling.
He looks up as Nik cards his fingers through his hair and at Nik's nod, Sergei reaches up to undo his belt and fly. He was so close just a moment ago, before Rick pulled away, that he can barely think straight and his hands shake as he fumbles with the buckle. Rick reaches up to help him and together they slide the leather through the metal loop and pull down the zipper. Sergei pulls Nik's slacks and boxers down in one motion and Rick's hands move to Sergei's hips as he watches him swallow Nik's cock to the root.
Nik buries his hands in Sergei's hair, guiding his movements as if the older man didn't already know exactly what he liked. Sergei braces himself with his hands on Nik's thighs when Rick reaches around him and begins to slowly stroke his cock. Each time he gets close, Rick feels him tense and he backs off, and each time Sergei groans just a little louder.
Nik looks down at them and smirks, sure that Sergei would be begging them to come if his mouth weren't otherwise occupied. Seeing them together, seeing his cock slide over Sergei's lips is enough to bring him to the brink of his orgasm, and he tightens his fingers in Sergei's hair when he comes.
He swallows everything Nik has to give him and in the next instant, Nik is crouching before him, rubbing his thumb along Sergei's lower lip, looking into wild blue eyes.
"So. Good." He looks up over Sergei's shoulder. "Yes?"
Rick rumbles his agreement. "Fuck, yes."
"Now, Seryozha," and Nik leans forward to press his mouth to Sergei's, tasting himself on his lips.
Rick tightens his grip as the body in his arms shudders once, and hot, viscous liquid spills over his fingers. He has the urge to whisper, "Good boy," but thinks better of it and instead slides an arm around Sergei's waist as he melts back against him.
Nik drops down the rest of the way to the floor and sits next to them while deep, heaving breaths echo around them. The three men try to catch their breath until Rick's voice breaks the relative silence of the room.
"So, can I hold onto that key?"