Hockey RPS - Tazer/Kaner - there are moments when i'm overcome
Random porny little ficlet that popped into my head after watching a, uh, ~video on tumblr one night. I wrote most of this on the plane to Istanbul on Tuesday so please forgive any typos, although I did try and catch the obvious ones. I stole the title from my favourite IAMX song.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, which means it's not real. I just have a healthy imagination.
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They've been on a knife edge all day, standing too close to one another and then leaping apart when the inevitable, undeniable spark jumped between them, making Patrick's stomach clench and his palms sweat. He had simply held onto himself and waited for Jonny to make his move because he knows Jonny and he knows that he is getting just as wound up as Patrick.
So it comes as no surprise when their hotel room door slams shut and locks behind Jonny, followed by Jonny's hands pushing Patrick face down onto the nearest bed, his larger frame covering Patrick almost entirely as he mouths dirty wet kisses into the back of Patrick's neck. Patrick can feel how hard Jonny is already as he grinds down into the back of Patrick's thigh, pushing Patrick's own growing hard on into the mattress underneath him. They both still have one foot on the floor, stopping them from moving across the bed as their hips rock and push back, movements gradually getting more forceful until Patrick lets out a loud moan and reaches back with the hand not pinned to the bed to grope Jonny's ass.
"Jonny. Jonny, fuck me, c'mon," Patrick half gasps, a little surprised at how raw his voice sounds already. "Come on."
Jonny licks a stripe up his neck, mumbling "yeah" in to Patrick's ear when he gets there, then moves off but only far enough to unbuckle his belt, the clink sending a shiver of anticipation down Patrick's spine. He pushes himself up on one elbow and reaches underneath himself to do the same, wriggling so that his jeans slip down his thighs. Jonny's hands do the rest, yanking them down to Patrick's knees and leaving them there. He grabs Patrick's ass through his boxers, rubbing over each cheek before dipping down to rub his balls through the fabric.
"Jesus," Patrick breathes the curse into the comforter, biting his lip when Jonny bends to kiss the base of his spine.
"No - Jonny," Jonny murmurs, lips buzzing against Patrick's skin, his tongue a hot flash of wetness as he licks along the waistband of Patrick's underwear.
"Hilarious. Come on and fuck me already." Patrick doesn't care how desperate he sounds, he literally just wants Jonny to fuck him, hard and bruising, deep enough to have him squirming on the plane home tomorrow. He twists back awkwardly, watching as Jonny pulls down his underwear and runs a hand over his ass. Jonny looks up at him and sucks a finger into his mouth as their eyes lock and Patrick feels his own mouth go dry instantly.
Jonny pulls the finger out of his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva attached to his bottom lip, and brings it back to Patrick's ass as he levers himself up a little higher and manoeuvres his boxers down to free his dick, groaning at both the relief of being freed and the feeling of Jonny's fingertip rubbing over his hole. He drops his head again, keeping himself propped up on both elbows, his foot still on the floor keeping his legs spread for Jonny who presses his finger into Patrick slowly, burning a little with only spit and sweat to ease the way, but Patrick doesn't care.
"Ugh, fuck yes," Patrick groans again, head lifting automatically as he arches his back to push his ass back into Jonny's touch, his body moving sinuously. He rubs off against the bed as Jonny fingers him, touching him in all the right places with practiced ease, making him flush hotter and hotter; he needs to get his clothes off but at the same time he can't bear the thought of interrupting what Jonny's doing.
He has to pull his shirt off eventually though, struggling out of it and dropping it over the side of the bed just as Jonny pushes a second finger into him, and Patrick has to mash his face into the mattress to muffle the even louder groan that escapes him.
"Oh. Oh, fuck. Yeah. Yeah, right there," Patrick pants, turning his head to the side, closing his eyes and just luxuriating in the sensations Jonny is causing. He swallows drily when Jonny moves over him again, his fingers still moving steadily in and out of Patrick's ass, kissing back up along his spine, running his tongue over each vertebra.
"Ready for me yet?" Jonny asks, lips brushing Patrick's ear, breath hot against the side of his face. Patrick nods, pushing himself up again when Jonny lifts off him, turning to find out why he's moving. He watches Jonny strip his own shirt off, his chest already sweaty, like Patrick's. "Lube?"
"Shaving kit."
"Don't move."
Patrick nods again, happy to lie where he is, his dick making a damp spot underneath him as he keeps rocking down into the comforter, watching Jonny walk quickly to the bathroom and back, slicking his fingers and cock as he walks toward the bed.
"Shit, you look hot doing that," Patrick blurts out, his brain shorting out at the sight.
"Could say the same for you. Stop rubbing off on the sheets, you'll come too fast," Jonny says as he reaches the bed, kneeling on one knee between Patrick's still spread legs, his other foot on the floor next to Patrick's.
"Stop captaining me during sex."
"Fuck you."
"Yeah, that's what I'm waiting for."
Patrick's expecting it but the hand landing hard on his ass still makes him jump and gasp a little louder than he meant to. Jonny's smirking when he looks back, stroking his cock loosely with his other hand. They both still have their pants on and Patrick knows the backs of his thighs will be raw by the time they finish but he doesn't care.
"Come on, man," Patrick urges, raising up onto all fours. Jonny slides two fingers back into him and moves closer, sending a fresh wave of heat and lust through Patrick. Patrick sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it as Jonny crowds into him, a solid wall of heat behind him. One slippery hand ends up on his hip as Jonny pushes into him, the drag of his cock on Patrick's skin exactly what he wants and needs. He pushes back at the same speed, taking Jonny in deep, until their thighs are touching and Jonny is breathing into his ear again, chest sticking to Patrick's back.
Jonny grunts when he bottoms out, a full body shiver rippling through both of them, and Patrick has to take a few deep breaths to keep from jizzing all over himself straight away. He rolls his neck a few times before stretching out on the bed, taking Jonny with him, their fingers entwined as he reaches his arms out in front, almost grabbing the other edge of the mattress. Jonny starts moving his hips slowly after they settle, gathering speed when Patrick moves back into him again, finding the rhythm they had earlier when they first hit the bed.
The creaks of the bedsprings and the clinking of Jonny's loose belt make sweet music to Patrick's ears. He moans happily, squeezing his fingers around Jonny's and turning his head for a sloppy kiss when Jonny licks along his jaw.
"Okay? Harder?" Jonny says, his voice a little breathless. It's Patrick's favourite Jonny voice.
"Yeah. Yeah, come on. Wanna feel it tomorrow. Feel you still inside me," Patrick replies, just as wrecked sounding. "When - when we're on the plane, and you're sat next to me, reading your douchey French magazine, I'll just be thinking of your dick buried in my ass."
"Fuck, Pat."
Jonny's hips snap forward hard, the zipper of his jeans catching on Patrick's skin, a counterpoint of pain to match the awesome feelings going on elsewhere in Patrick's body. He closes his eyes again and presses his forehead into the bed, moaning and letting out little 'oh' sounds as Jonny starts fucking him harder, mouthing at the back of Patrick's shoulder, digging his teeth into the muscle every now and then.
Jonny untangles one hand from Patrick's grip to hold onto his hip, lifting him off the bed to get a better angle, pushing in even deeper, and Patrick sees stars.
"Oh, God. Fucking - yes. Yes, there. Keep - keep it there," he moans as he moves up onto his elbows, grabbing his dick, so fucking slick by now, after a beat and jerking off as hard as he dares.
Jonny doesn't usually talk much while they're doing it, so Patrick contents himself with listening to Jonny grunt and moan in response to Patrick blurting out whatever comes into his head, his brain-to-mouth filter working even less than normal. He knows when Jonny's about to come by the way they turn into higher-pitched whines and broken off attempts at Patrick's name.
Patrick's not going to last much longer, not when he's been so horny for so long, and when Jonny pushes him flat on the bed again, his hand trapped under him, fist clenched tight around his dick, and starts hammering into him, it's the final final straw. He bites off a cry of Jonny's name, long since aware of the relative thickness of the walls in the hotels they stay in on the road - not that he's not sure that their teammates don't know exactly what they're up to since Jonny practically threw him over his shoulder after dinner - and comes over his hand and the sheets, his come making the last few strokes of his cock slick and warm.
He's still trying to get his heart to beat normally when he feels Jonny stiffen in that way that Patrick knows means he's close but is trying to hold off. His thrusts are getting less and less coordinated, the hand on Patrick's hip digging in painfully now.
"Come on, Jonny. Come on."
"Just - sec - need," Jonny gasps, forehead pressing into the top notch of Patrick's spine. Patrick reaches behind him and grabs the back of Jonny's neck, digging his fingertips into the tense line of muscle there. "Pat." Jonny comes with a plaintive whine of his name, thrusting jerkily a few last times before collapsing on Patrick's back.
Patrick wrestles his arm out from underneath him to settle more comfortably with Jonny's heavy weight on top of him. His dick twitches when Jonny pulls out of him, a trail of warm cum slicking the back of his thigh. Jonny kisses the back of his neck a few times, nuzzling into the curls at the nape that Patrick always wants to get rid of (playoff mullets of awesomeness notwithstanding) but doesn't because Jonny makes a disappointed face whenever he mentions it.
He wants a shower and a beer and a nap and maybe a blow job before they have to fly back to Chicago but he can wait for all that.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, which means it's not real. I just have a healthy imagination.
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They've been on a knife edge all day, standing too close to one another and then leaping apart when the inevitable, undeniable spark jumped between them, making Patrick's stomach clench and his palms sweat. He had simply held onto himself and waited for Jonny to make his move because he knows Jonny and he knows that he is getting just as wound up as Patrick.
So it comes as no surprise when their hotel room door slams shut and locks behind Jonny, followed by Jonny's hands pushing Patrick face down onto the nearest bed, his larger frame covering Patrick almost entirely as he mouths dirty wet kisses into the back of Patrick's neck. Patrick can feel how hard Jonny is already as he grinds down into the back of Patrick's thigh, pushing Patrick's own growing hard on into the mattress underneath him. They both still have one foot on the floor, stopping them from moving across the bed as their hips rock and push back, movements gradually getting more forceful until Patrick lets out a loud moan and reaches back with the hand not pinned to the bed to grope Jonny's ass.
"Jonny. Jonny, fuck me, c'mon," Patrick half gasps, a little surprised at how raw his voice sounds already. "Come on."
Jonny licks a stripe up his neck, mumbling "yeah" in to Patrick's ear when he gets there, then moves off but only far enough to unbuckle his belt, the clink sending a shiver of anticipation down Patrick's spine. He pushes himself up on one elbow and reaches underneath himself to do the same, wriggling so that his jeans slip down his thighs. Jonny's hands do the rest, yanking them down to Patrick's knees and leaving them there. He grabs Patrick's ass through his boxers, rubbing over each cheek before dipping down to rub his balls through the fabric.
"Jesus," Patrick breathes the curse into the comforter, biting his lip when Jonny bends to kiss the base of his spine.
"No - Jonny," Jonny murmurs, lips buzzing against Patrick's skin, his tongue a hot flash of wetness as he licks along the waistband of Patrick's underwear.
"Hilarious. Come on and fuck me already." Patrick doesn't care how desperate he sounds, he literally just wants Jonny to fuck him, hard and bruising, deep enough to have him squirming on the plane home tomorrow. He twists back awkwardly, watching as Jonny pulls down his underwear and runs a hand over his ass. Jonny looks up at him and sucks a finger into his mouth as their eyes lock and Patrick feels his own mouth go dry instantly.
Jonny pulls the finger out of his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva attached to his bottom lip, and brings it back to Patrick's ass as he levers himself up a little higher and manoeuvres his boxers down to free his dick, groaning at both the relief of being freed and the feeling of Jonny's fingertip rubbing over his hole. He drops his head again, keeping himself propped up on both elbows, his foot still on the floor keeping his legs spread for Jonny who presses his finger into Patrick slowly, burning a little with only spit and sweat to ease the way, but Patrick doesn't care.
"Ugh, fuck yes," Patrick groans again, head lifting automatically as he arches his back to push his ass back into Jonny's touch, his body moving sinuously. He rubs off against the bed as Jonny fingers him, touching him in all the right places with practiced ease, making him flush hotter and hotter; he needs to get his clothes off but at the same time he can't bear the thought of interrupting what Jonny's doing.
He has to pull his shirt off eventually though, struggling out of it and dropping it over the side of the bed just as Jonny pushes a second finger into him, and Patrick has to mash his face into the mattress to muffle the even louder groan that escapes him.
"Oh. Oh, fuck. Yeah. Yeah, right there," Patrick pants, turning his head to the side, closing his eyes and just luxuriating in the sensations Jonny is causing. He swallows drily when Jonny moves over him again, his fingers still moving steadily in and out of Patrick's ass, kissing back up along his spine, running his tongue over each vertebra.
"Ready for me yet?" Jonny asks, lips brushing Patrick's ear, breath hot against the side of his face. Patrick nods, pushing himself up again when Jonny lifts off him, turning to find out why he's moving. He watches Jonny strip his own shirt off, his chest already sweaty, like Patrick's. "Lube?"
"Shaving kit."
"Don't move."
Patrick nods again, happy to lie where he is, his dick making a damp spot underneath him as he keeps rocking down into the comforter, watching Jonny walk quickly to the bathroom and back, slicking his fingers and cock as he walks toward the bed.
"Shit, you look hot doing that," Patrick blurts out, his brain shorting out at the sight.
"Could say the same for you. Stop rubbing off on the sheets, you'll come too fast," Jonny says as he reaches the bed, kneeling on one knee between Patrick's still spread legs, his other foot on the floor next to Patrick's.
"Stop captaining me during sex."
"Fuck you."
"Yeah, that's what I'm waiting for."
Patrick's expecting it but the hand landing hard on his ass still makes him jump and gasp a little louder than he meant to. Jonny's smirking when he looks back, stroking his cock loosely with his other hand. They both still have their pants on and Patrick knows the backs of his thighs will be raw by the time they finish but he doesn't care.
"Come on, man," Patrick urges, raising up onto all fours. Jonny slides two fingers back into him and moves closer, sending a fresh wave of heat and lust through Patrick. Patrick sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it as Jonny crowds into him, a solid wall of heat behind him. One slippery hand ends up on his hip as Jonny pushes into him, the drag of his cock on Patrick's skin exactly what he wants and needs. He pushes back at the same speed, taking Jonny in deep, until their thighs are touching and Jonny is breathing into his ear again, chest sticking to Patrick's back.
Jonny grunts when he bottoms out, a full body shiver rippling through both of them, and Patrick has to take a few deep breaths to keep from jizzing all over himself straight away. He rolls his neck a few times before stretching out on the bed, taking Jonny with him, their fingers entwined as he reaches his arms out in front, almost grabbing the other edge of the mattress. Jonny starts moving his hips slowly after they settle, gathering speed when Patrick moves back into him again, finding the rhythm they had earlier when they first hit the bed.
The creaks of the bedsprings and the clinking of Jonny's loose belt make sweet music to Patrick's ears. He moans happily, squeezing his fingers around Jonny's and turning his head for a sloppy kiss when Jonny licks along his jaw.
"Okay? Harder?" Jonny says, his voice a little breathless. It's Patrick's favourite Jonny voice.
"Yeah. Yeah, come on. Wanna feel it tomorrow. Feel you still inside me," Patrick replies, just as wrecked sounding. "When - when we're on the plane, and you're sat next to me, reading your douchey French magazine, I'll just be thinking of your dick buried in my ass."
"Fuck, Pat."
Jonny's hips snap forward hard, the zipper of his jeans catching on Patrick's skin, a counterpoint of pain to match the awesome feelings going on elsewhere in Patrick's body. He closes his eyes again and presses his forehead into the bed, moaning and letting out little 'oh' sounds as Jonny starts fucking him harder, mouthing at the back of Patrick's shoulder, digging his teeth into the muscle every now and then.
Jonny untangles one hand from Patrick's grip to hold onto his hip, lifting him off the bed to get a better angle, pushing in even deeper, and Patrick sees stars.
"Oh, God. Fucking - yes. Yes, there. Keep - keep it there," he moans as he moves up onto his elbows, grabbing his dick, so fucking slick by now, after a beat and jerking off as hard as he dares.
Jonny doesn't usually talk much while they're doing it, so Patrick contents himself with listening to Jonny grunt and moan in response to Patrick blurting out whatever comes into his head, his brain-to-mouth filter working even less than normal. He knows when Jonny's about to come by the way they turn into higher-pitched whines and broken off attempts at Patrick's name.
Patrick's not going to last much longer, not when he's been so horny for so long, and when Jonny pushes him flat on the bed again, his hand trapped under him, fist clenched tight around his dick, and starts hammering into him, it's the final final straw. He bites off a cry of Jonny's name, long since aware of the relative thickness of the walls in the hotels they stay in on the road - not that he's not sure that their teammates don't know exactly what they're up to since Jonny practically threw him over his shoulder after dinner - and comes over his hand and the sheets, his come making the last few strokes of his cock slick and warm.
He's still trying to get his heart to beat normally when he feels Jonny stiffen in that way that Patrick knows means he's close but is trying to hold off. His thrusts are getting less and less coordinated, the hand on Patrick's hip digging in painfully now.
"Come on, Jonny. Come on."
"Just - sec - need," Jonny gasps, forehead pressing into the top notch of Patrick's spine. Patrick reaches behind him and grabs the back of Jonny's neck, digging his fingertips into the tense line of muscle there. "Pat." Jonny comes with a plaintive whine of his name, thrusting jerkily a few last times before collapsing on Patrick's back.
Patrick wrestles his arm out from underneath him to settle more comfortably with Jonny's heavy weight on top of him. His dick twitches when Jonny pulls out of him, a trail of warm cum slicking the back of his thigh. Jonny kisses the back of his neck a few times, nuzzling into the curls at the nape that Patrick always wants to get rid of (playoff mullets of awesomeness notwithstanding) but doesn't because Jonny makes a disappointed face whenever he mentions it.
He wants a shower and a beer and a nap and maybe a blow job before they have to fly back to Chicago but he can wait for all that.