Fic Rewrite/Repost: Ternion
I took this down a little while ago to rewrite some of it and I think I'm a bit happier with it now. :) At least, I've redone the part that always bothered me, so if for nothing else, it was worth it. If you liked it the first time around, hopefully you'll think this version is just a little bit better. And if not, my apologies for spamming your flists. ;)
Title: Ternion (redux)
Pairing: Nikolai Zherdev/Sergei Fedorov/Rick Nash (Jackets hockey)
Rating: NC-17 all the way. Also, some light D/s & bondage of the silk tie variety, so if that's not your cuppa, you'll be happier if you skip this one.
Summary: Don't have one, it's total PWP. This is a followup to Triptych. Please to be reading that first, or the very beginning won't make sense. *g* Also, for prompt 13 (submissive) from my 20 Kinky Ways table.
A/N: This version hasn't been beta'ed, so any fuckups are entirely mine.
A/N 2: Earlier this season, Rick let an FSOH camera crew into his house to show them around and he made a comment about being pretty sure he'd never actually used his kitchen table for a meal. So what has he been using it for, you ask? *g*
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.
Rick had, in fact, kept the key.
He had clipped it onto his key ring that very night, and it now hung between his car key and the key to his own home. As it happened, that was just the beginning because in no time at all, copies of his house key had found their way into Nik and Sergei's hands.
Before long, it became commonplace for Rick to walk into his living room to find Sergei reading a book while Nik dozed next to him, his head propped against the older man's thigh. And it was in no way unusual for Sergei to slip through the door of Nik's downtown condo to find him tangled up with Rick on the couch, the room lit by the flickering light of the television.
So Rick was by no means alarmed when he walked into his house and was greeted by soft sounds emanating from the kitchen. While Nik and Sergei had left the arena together shortly after the media had cleared out, Rick had stayed for a short time to go over a few things with the equipment manager. Finally home, he crossed through the foyer and moved deeper down the hall toward the voices.
As he neared the door to the kitchen, the sounds became clearer, sorting themselves out until Rick easily identified them; a deep voice speaking in Russian and the rough moan that answered it.
Rick looked into the room and his breath hitched a little in his throat at the sight that greeted him. Some of the chairs around the table had been pulled out of the way and Sergei was leaning over it. Dark grey suit pants and black briefs were pooled at his feet; his once-crisp dress shirt was open and pushed down his shoulders a bit, his bare chest resting atop the wood. Rick recognized the tie he was wearing earlier as the one now wound around his wrists, binding his hands behind his back.
As he took in the scene before him, Rick wondered idly how long they'd been there. It couldn't have been long, and he briefly noticed the bottle of lube thrown on the table near Sergei's head. He watched intently while Nik slowly worked two fingers in and out of him, scissoring them apart before adding a third and they were both rewarded with Sergei's choked whimper.
Rick walked fully into the room and leaned one hip against the island, crossing his arms across his chest. At the sound of his shoes on the tile, Sergei looked up, catching his eyes briefly before lowering his gaze again and pressing his forehead to the cool wood beneath him.
Nik withdrew his fingers and stroked himself calmly, slicking his own erection. Sliding his other hand up Sergei's spine to the back of his neck, he pressed into him slowly, following an excruciatingly deliberate pace that Rick could see was driving Sergei mad with each movement, however small. Sergei tried to push back, wanting more, needing more, but Nik tightened his grip on the back of his neck and held him in place.
"Ni-Nikolai..." Sergei moaned softly, but Nik didn't move. He smirked up at Rick while Sergei continued trying to writhe beneath him, unable to move far.
Nik slid his hand up his neck to the back of Sergei's head and fisted it in his hair. Leaning forward, He pressed himself along his back, Sergei's bound hands trapped between their bodies. Nik tightened his grip on the blond locks and pulled his head back slightly, just far enough to allow him to lap at the trail of sweat sliding down the side of Sergei's throat.
"Can you beg for it, Sergei?" Nik rolled his hips once for emphasis, punctuating his words, before reasserting his self control and awaiting Sergei's response.
Sergei flicked his eyes up to Rick who in turn answered him with an encouraging nod. His eyes drifted closed and his tongue darted out to lick dry lips, working up enough moisture to speak.
"Please..."
Nik released his grip on his hair and straightened, pulling his hands over Sergei's shoulders and down his arms, skimming over the knots at his bound wrists, finally moving to grasp his hips.
Nik's deep growl seemed to echo off the walls. "Please what, Sergei?" Rick saw the shudder run through Sergei's body as he tried to find the words.
Sergei swallowed hard. "Please, Nikolai! Fuck me..." his voice breaking on the last word.
Sparing Rick a triumphant smile, Nik relented and began to move, fucking him slowly; steady, forceful thrusts which pulled from Sergei's throat those breathless sounds with which they were all so familiar.
It was those gasping moans that spurred Rick into motion; he came around the table to stand next to them. Nik slid his hand under Sergei's chest and pulled him up with him. He slowly straightened until they were both standing more or less upright, Sergei leaning back against his chest, held securely in Nik's arms.
Nik shuffled his feet slightly, moving them both back and angled away from the table; the movement allowed Rick the room to drop to his knees in front of them. Through all of this Nik continued to fuck him, insistently moving his hips, and now Sergei looked down, watching as Rick licked a long line up the underside of his cock before taking him fully in his mouth, humming in the back of his throat.
When Rick began to play him with his tongue, Sergei threw his head back against Nik's shoulder and cried out hoarsely. He gulped for air and then there was an entirely differently kind of begging; through Sergei's harsh panting, Rick heard him pleading with him to stop.
Rick looked up into desperate blue eyes and he pulled off, climbing to his feet. When he was again standing, Sergei leaned forward into his chest, shaking his head.
"Too much, it's too much. Please... I can't..."
Rick looked over Sergei's shoulder and could tell that Nik was close. Wrapping his fingers around Sergei's cock, he began to firmly stroke from base to tip and back down again. His eyes locked with Nik's while he spoke close to Sergei's ear, "Yes, you can. You will."
With a sob, Sergei buried his face in the crook of Rick's neck, the whole of his existence having narrowed to the twin sensations of Nik rocking deep inside him and Rick's fingers, hot and tight around his cock.
Nik tightened his grip on Sergei's hips when he came and pressed his face to the shaking body in front of him, biting at the base of Sergei's neck where it angled into his shoulder. Rick knew that Nik would be satisfied with the knowledge that there would be a mark there the next day; this was not the first, nor would it be the last time either of them felt the need to stake their claim.
Nik rode out the end of his orgasm, rocking lightly against Sergei as Rick twisted his hand on his cock, wringing a ragged moan from the older man as he spilled over Rick's fingers. Nik slipped out of him and stepped away, allowing Sergei to slump against the body in front of him, Rick supporting him as all three slid down to the floor.
Nik picked at the silk still binding Sergei's hands, loosening the knots until they were free. He rubbed gently at the marks left behind, slowly easing the ache away and pressing a soft kiss to the inside of both of Sergei's wrists before propping himself against the leg of the table and looking them over.
"Bedroom?" Nik asked with a grin.
Sergei's eyes fluttered open; not lifting his head from Rick's shoulder, he dragged his gaze over to Nik as he tried to catch his breath.
"Maybe." He smiled. "When I can move again."
Title: Ternion (redux)
Pairing: Nikolai Zherdev/Sergei Fedorov/Rick Nash (Jackets hockey)
Rating: NC-17 all the way. Also, some light D/s & bondage of the silk tie variety, so if that's not your cuppa, you'll be happier if you skip this one.
Summary: Don't have one, it's total PWP. This is a followup to Triptych. Please to be reading that first, or the very beginning won't make sense. *g* Also, for prompt 13 (submissive) from my 20 Kinky Ways table.
A/N: This version hasn't been beta'ed, so any fuckups are entirely mine.
A/N 2: Earlier this season, Rick let an FSOH camera crew into his house to show them around and he made a comment about being pretty sure he'd never actually used his kitchen table for a meal. So what has he been using it for, you ask? *g*
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.
Rick had, in fact, kept the key.
He had clipped it onto his key ring that very night, and it now hung between his car key and the key to his own home. As it happened, that was just the beginning because in no time at all, copies of his house key had found their way into Nik and Sergei's hands.
Before long, it became commonplace for Rick to walk into his living room to find Sergei reading a book while Nik dozed next to him, his head propped against the older man's thigh. And it was in no way unusual for Sergei to slip through the door of Nik's downtown condo to find him tangled up with Rick on the couch, the room lit by the flickering light of the television.
So Rick was by no means alarmed when he walked into his house and was greeted by soft sounds emanating from the kitchen. While Nik and Sergei had left the arena together shortly after the media had cleared out, Rick had stayed for a short time to go over a few things with the equipment manager. Finally home, he crossed through the foyer and moved deeper down the hall toward the voices.
As he neared the door to the kitchen, the sounds became clearer, sorting themselves out until Rick easily identified them; a deep voice speaking in Russian and the rough moan that answered it.
Rick looked into the room and his breath hitched a little in his throat at the sight that greeted him. Some of the chairs around the table had been pulled out of the way and Sergei was leaning over it. Dark grey suit pants and black briefs were pooled at his feet; his once-crisp dress shirt was open and pushed down his shoulders a bit, his bare chest resting atop the wood. Rick recognized the tie he was wearing earlier as the one now wound around his wrists, binding his hands behind his back.
As he took in the scene before him, Rick wondered idly how long they'd been there. It couldn't have been long, and he briefly noticed the bottle of lube thrown on the table near Sergei's head. He watched intently while Nik slowly worked two fingers in and out of him, scissoring them apart before adding a third and they were both rewarded with Sergei's choked whimper.
Rick walked fully into the room and leaned one hip against the island, crossing his arms across his chest. At the sound of his shoes on the tile, Sergei looked up, catching his eyes briefly before lowering his gaze again and pressing his forehead to the cool wood beneath him.
Nik withdrew his fingers and stroked himself calmly, slicking his own erection. Sliding his other hand up Sergei's spine to the back of his neck, he pressed into him slowly, following an excruciatingly deliberate pace that Rick could see was driving Sergei mad with each movement, however small. Sergei tried to push back, wanting more, needing more, but Nik tightened his grip on the back of his neck and held him in place.
"Ni-Nikolai..." Sergei moaned softly, but Nik didn't move. He smirked up at Rick while Sergei continued trying to writhe beneath him, unable to move far.
Nik slid his hand up his neck to the back of Sergei's head and fisted it in his hair. Leaning forward, He pressed himself along his back, Sergei's bound hands trapped between their bodies. Nik tightened his grip on the blond locks and pulled his head back slightly, just far enough to allow him to lap at the trail of sweat sliding down the side of Sergei's throat.
"Can you beg for it, Sergei?" Nik rolled his hips once for emphasis, punctuating his words, before reasserting his self control and awaiting Sergei's response.
Sergei flicked his eyes up to Rick who in turn answered him with an encouraging nod. His eyes drifted closed and his tongue darted out to lick dry lips, working up enough moisture to speak.
"Please..."
Nik released his grip on his hair and straightened, pulling his hands over Sergei's shoulders and down his arms, skimming over the knots at his bound wrists, finally moving to grasp his hips.
Nik's deep growl seemed to echo off the walls. "Please what, Sergei?" Rick saw the shudder run through Sergei's body as he tried to find the words.
Sergei swallowed hard. "Please, Nikolai! Fuck me..." his voice breaking on the last word.
Sparing Rick a triumphant smile, Nik relented and began to move, fucking him slowly; steady, forceful thrusts which pulled from Sergei's throat those breathless sounds with which they were all so familiar.
It was those gasping moans that spurred Rick into motion; he came around the table to stand next to them. Nik slid his hand under Sergei's chest and pulled him up with him. He slowly straightened until they were both standing more or less upright, Sergei leaning back against his chest, held securely in Nik's arms.
Nik shuffled his feet slightly, moving them both back and angled away from the table; the movement allowed Rick the room to drop to his knees in front of them. Through all of this Nik continued to fuck him, insistently moving his hips, and now Sergei looked down, watching as Rick licked a long line up the underside of his cock before taking him fully in his mouth, humming in the back of his throat.
When Rick began to play him with his tongue, Sergei threw his head back against Nik's shoulder and cried out hoarsely. He gulped for air and then there was an entirely differently kind of begging; through Sergei's harsh panting, Rick heard him pleading with him to stop.
Rick looked up into desperate blue eyes and he pulled off, climbing to his feet. When he was again standing, Sergei leaned forward into his chest, shaking his head.
"Too much, it's too much. Please... I can't..."
Rick looked over Sergei's shoulder and could tell that Nik was close. Wrapping his fingers around Sergei's cock, he began to firmly stroke from base to tip and back down again. His eyes locked with Nik's while he spoke close to Sergei's ear, "Yes, you can. You will."
With a sob, Sergei buried his face in the crook of Rick's neck, the whole of his existence having narrowed to the twin sensations of Nik rocking deep inside him and Rick's fingers, hot and tight around his cock.
Nik tightened his grip on Sergei's hips when he came and pressed his face to the shaking body in front of him, biting at the base of Sergei's neck where it angled into his shoulder. Rick knew that Nik would be satisfied with the knowledge that there would be a mark there the next day; this was not the first, nor would it be the last time either of them felt the need to stake their claim.
Nik rode out the end of his orgasm, rocking lightly against Sergei as Rick twisted his hand on his cock, wringing a ragged moan from the older man as he spilled over Rick's fingers. Nik slipped out of him and stepped away, allowing Sergei to slump against the body in front of him, Rick supporting him as all three slid down to the floor.
Nik picked at the silk still binding Sergei's hands, loosening the knots until they were free. He rubbed gently at the marks left behind, slowly easing the ache away and pressing a soft kiss to the inside of both of Sergei's wrists before propping himself against the leg of the table and looking them over.
"Bedroom?" Nik asked with a grin.
Sergei's eyes fluttered open; not lifting his head from Rick's shoulder, he dragged his gaze over to Nik as he tried to catch his breath.
"Maybe." He smiled. "When I can move again."