(fic) Learning to work together
Title: Learning to Work Together (happy birthday Christiane!)
Pairing(s) Chris Chelios / Jiri Fischer / Mathieu Schneider
Igor Larionov / Brett Hull
Implied Steve Yzerman / Boyd Devereaux
Rating: NC-17
This is a tag to "The Players Court" a marvellous marvellous fic written by Rebecca. I insist you read it.
The players court
Thank you a million times Rebecca for the beta.
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"Brett! Wait!" Brett Hull turns at the sound of his captain's voice. "I have something for you." Steve goes on, slightly breathless as they walk out of the Joe and into the warm summer sun.
Brett grins at the tape Steve is holding. "My video." He grins more widely. "Is it any good?"
"Oh a bit wordy at first but it has its moments," he is told. "But, I have changed my ruling a little."
Brett raises an eyebrow. "You're talking this judge thing a bit too seriously Steve."
"Maybe." Steve doesn't smile back, "but then I have always taken being captain seriously. You and Igor made this another competition between the two of you. I don't know why the two of you can't get along."
"We get along!" Brett protests.
"No you don't. You compete. And I'm not just talking about pretending to be lawyers, although that is just the latest," Steve talks over his teamamte's splutters, "I'm talking about you two always trying to beat each other. Hell, the pair of you can't even play chess without making it a blood sport.
"So I have decided you need to spend more time together. So you two can watch this video together." Steve beams, "and to make sure that you do I am going to get you to video you watching it."
Brett stares wordlessly at Steve and after a pause his captain goes on.
"Here's a camera." Steve hands a small digital camera to Brett. "I expect that the video proof on my desk tomorrow."
"What?"
"Only kidding Hully, in my locker is fine. Instructions are in the box. For how to use the camera that is." Steve goes on blandly.
"Remember we are a team Brett and we all need to learn to work together. Try to find some common ground with Igor."
Steve hands the Cheli video and a blank tape to Brett. "You can keep the Cheli video, I have a copy.
"See ya Brett." Steve throws over his shoulder sauntering over to where Boyd is standing smiling in an adoring fashion at his captain. Steve guides the younger man to his car, his hand resting on the top of Boyd's thigh, just under the curve of his ass.
* * * * *
Igor stands firmly in the doorway of his house not letting Brett in. "Sometimes Steve is too clever for his own good." He says grimly.
Brett shrugs. "Yeah well he can still fine us and I don't want to pay for the rookie dinner next season, so let me in."
Igor reluctantly steps aside and allows Brett entry to the house.
"I'm sure you want to read this." Brett hands over the box with the camera and instructions and wanders over to the chessboard set up in the corner of the room.
Igor glances up briefly over the top of his glasses. "Don't touch that. I am playing with a friend."
Brett makes a show of staring around the room. "Is it an imaginary friend?"
"On-line." Igor scowls more deeply. "First, don't touch that!" Igor walks over and slaps Brett's hand away.
Brett scowls himself, "I was just going to say if you are white..."
"Don't touch that, please." Igor says with forced politeness.
"Fine." Brett sighs. "Are you done reading?"
"Yes." Igor looks up. "He says that as this is a long video he thinks we should watch it on a bed."
"Is that a suggestion?"
"More like an order." Igor sighs. "Lets go upstairs."
"Lead on McDuff." Brett replies cheerfully.
* * * * * * * *
Brett flops back on the bed. "Nice room, is this yours?"
"Take your shoes off!" Igor scowls at Brett. "And I would hardly let you in my children's rooms."
"Relax Igor." Brett is slightly annoyed by the tone of Igor's voice but had long ago realised that the best way to annoy the Russian is to be as obnoxiously loudmouthed as possible.
Igor fiddles around with the camera a bit more until finally putting the video in.
He and Brett lean back against the headboard.
"Got your glasses on granddad?" Brett chips as Igor turns the tape on. He is ignored, but anyone watching could see Igor grip the remote a little more tightly.
* * * * * * * * * *
The screen is blue, and then grey, and then fuzzy, then Darren McCarty's face appears in extreme close up. Brett and Igor both flinch back.
"That is a view I didn't need of him." Igor mumbles.
"Right guys, the video is set up, need any tips? I'm the expert on threesomes." Darren announces to the room.
"Get out before I throw you out." Chris snarls.
Darren just laughs. "Do you think Steve will let us see a copy of this on the next long flight…. Right, right. Leaving, leaving." Daren holds his hands up in mock surrender and backs slowly out of the room. He gives Jiri a cheerful 'thumbs up' gesture and exits.
"Cheli? Chris?" Jiri's accented voice is quieter than usual. As he moves away from blocking the video camera Igor and Brett can see Mathieu and Chris standing on opposite sides of the room.
"Chris?" Jiri takes his lovers hand. "Sit here ok?" Jiri guides Chris down so he is sitting at the top of the bed. "And we will sit here." Jiri and Mathieu sit in the middle of the bed looking up at Chris.
"Ok…" Jiri goes on slowly, "I thought about how we could do this in the car, and I have an idea of how it could work. We just need to set some ground rules…"
"I have a few suggestions." Chris mutters. "Let's get rid of…"
"Chris I'm sorry." Mathieu stumbles out. "I never meant this to happen."
"I think that we should all agree that what happens here, stays here, well," he points at the camera, "here and Steve I guess."
"Yeah and my worthless fucking 'lawyer'."
"Hey fuck you!" Brett says to the television. Igor snickers beside him.
"Yeah so?" Mathieu says. "I was right, and I won, and I now have the whole fucking team knowing what happened, and my fucking 'lawyer' didn't stop me being here either."
Igor merely raises an eyebrow and mutters that 'the whole team knew anyway once Brendan found out'.
"Bit fucking late." Chris spits back.
"Back on track," Jiri interrupts quickly. "Chris, we are going to pretend for a second that the Fourth of July never happened."
"I don't think that is possible." Chris replies.
"Just for a second?" Jiri pleads softly. "For me, please?"
Chris finally shrugs and nods. "What do you want?"
"Close your eyes." Chris obliges jumping slightly as he feels Jiri rest his hand on the inside of his thigh. "Tell me what you said that evening."
Chris shrugs and Jiri leans over and kisses him. Chris smiles despite himself and kisses Jiri back.
"It has been a long time since I kissed you." He whispers. "I missed it."
Jiri smiles. "I missed it to." For a second the only sound is Brett and Igor's breathing as Mathieu flushes a dull red and looks down at the bed.
"Close your eyes Chris" and Jiri puts his hand over Chris' eyes. "You told me you loved me remember? Tell me that again."
They all wait, Brett realises he is holding his breath and lets it out slowly, when he turns to look at Igor the other man is focused intently on the screen.
"You know I love you right?" Brett bites his bottom lip as Chris begins to speak quietly and slowly.
"Yes. And I love you too."
"Jiri…" it is quiet for so long that Igor turns the sound on the video up, but finally Chris lets out the breath he had been holding as says; "have you ever thought about what it might be like to be with someone else?"
Jiri shakes his head, then smiles like he realised Chris can't see him. "Not really."
"That's not what you said." Chris laughs softly. "You made a joke that you weren't joking about."
Jiri turns pink and looks at Mathieu. "I admitted my Stevie crush, but that doesn't count, everyone has a crush on Steve."
"Oh I bet Steve loved that bit." Brett grouses.
"Shhhh." Igor mummers, "I want to know what happens next."
"We can rewind…"
"Shut UP Brett." Igor grits out, unnecessarily turning the sound up again.
"No I haven't. Are you bored?" Jiri asks.
Chris smiled "Of you? No I'm not bored, I wanted to know." He pauses, "I have always wondered." Chris stops again, "it was hard enough to say this the first time."
"Tell me what you said." Jiri insists. "How you wanted to see…." He lets his voice trail off.
"I want to see what you look like with someone else. I want to see what you like when you are having sex, and I want to see what you look like when you're coming. And I don't want to make a video of us," and Chris' mouth twists into a slight smile, "so I wondered if there was anyone that you had ever thought of being with."
"No. Well Steve, I've imagine you with someone else though." Jiri smiles and Chris pulls the hand off his eyes. "You told me who you'd been with remember?"
He kisses the palm of Jiri's hand, "you know we don't need to get into that."
"But he is watching the tape."
"Wow, Chris has Steve-lust as well?"
"I think Jiri means one of us." Igor replies dryly.
"Oh, you mean me." Brett states.
"If he wanted you wouldn't he have jumped you by now?"
"I have slept with Chris." Brett tells him snarkily.
"Well? So what? So have I. So shut up."
"When?" Brett asks in amazement.
"At the Olympics, can I watch this without interruptions?"
"I knew he was fucking someone then." Brett thinks for a moment. "I thought it was LeClair."
"We were not 'fucking'. We aren't rookies. It was an extension of our friendship."
"That is still fucking Iggy." Brett stares at Igor. "I am not sure I believe you. What is the shape of the birthmark…?"
"It looks like a strawberry. Now will you shut up so I can watch this Brett?"
"Fine. " Brett thinks for a second. "Rewind, we missed a bit." Igor rolls his eyes and rewinds the tape to when Chris kissed Jiri's hand.
"I'm sorry I was such a jerk." Jiri smiles at Chris saying this
"So, tell me the ret of what you said."
Chris smiles at Jiri, then turns to smile slightly at Mathieu. "And I am sorry to you that I was such a jerk."
Mathieu smiles slightly back. "Chris I am sorry, I never meant for this to happen."
Chris smiles back. "So now we are all happy, I will turn off the camera and we can all go to our own homes…"
Jiri glares at Chris. "I knew that you were giving in too easily."
Chris shrugs. "There is a difference between saying something as part of having sex, and having someone here, a difference Steve doesn't seem to understand."
Chris climbs off the bed and walks to the door.
"Fair enough." Jiri's response stops Chris. The tall Czech turns on the bed and smiles at Mathieu.
"Chris told me he wondered what I looked like when I was kissing, because he always closes his eyes." Jiri leans forward and kisses Mathieu softly, licking across his lips until Mathieu opens his mouth.
"Hw wondered what the expression on my face was like." Jiri licks Mathieu's lips again. "He wondered if my eyes were half open or half closed."
Mathieu sighs softly as Jiri kisses him again.
Chris stands by the door and watches keenly. He does not move closer to the bed, and does not leave the room.
Brett and Igor also watch closely. Igor sits up and crosses his legs in the lotus position leaning toward the television watching intently.
Jiri kisses across the side of Mathieu's jaw, feeling the older man's head fall forward and rest against his shoulder.
"Relax." Jiri whispers softly. "Chris said he wanted to know what I looked like when I kissed someone so now he knows. You are really tense." Jiri rubs slow circles on Mathieu's back.
"Would you like a massage? So you are more relaxed?" Mathieu nods silently, glancing quickly to Chris still standing in front of the door.
Jiri slowly undoes the buttons on Mathieu's shirt, pushing the fabric back, kissing Mathieu's chest every time he opens a button.
"Not as much hair as Chris." Jiri whispers softly. "I like your arms, they are heavy." Jiri kisses the round of Mathieu's biceps, licking along the line of the muscle.
"Lie down on your stomach." Mathieu does, folding his arms under his head and resting his cheek on his shoulder.
"Look the other way, please." Jiri requests, "so Chris can see your face."
Mathieu turns his head, but closes his eyes. He jumps slightly when he feels Jiri settle across his hips and run his hands down his back.
Jiri smiles and kisses his cheek. "You aren't a little bit scratchy like Chris always is." He says. "Chris will wake me up by dragging his chin across the back of my neck, but it would not be the same if you did that.
"Your skin is paler than Chris'." Jiri states. "And your shoulders are the same, but I think that the layers of muscle on Chris here," he runs his hands down Mathieu's shoulder blades. "Are heavier."
Jiri pushes his fingers firmly into the muscle, his hands and fingers starting to work the tension out of Mathieu.
Jiri rubs down Mathieu's back, then stops and presses a line of kisses around the top of his neck.
"You taste a little bit different." Jiri says quietly. "It is silly, but I think Chris is a little spicier, or maybe that is his aftershave that I am used to."
"That feels good," Mathieu murmured, His sigh was just audible when he felt the younger man's mouth touch the curve of his neck.
"I know what would feel even better" Jiri whispered back. His warm breath tickled Mathieu's ear. Gently, he bit the lobe before drawing it into his mouth and sucking lightly on it. His left hand still kneaded Mathieu's shoulder, while the right one braced himself over Mathieu's body.
"Roll over." Jiri says pulling himself high enough that Mathieu can wiggle around onto his back under Jiri.
"Chris won't say it now," Jiri leaned over Mathieu and whispered to him, "but he wanted to see what I looked like kissing someone, what it looked like when I sucked someone's nipples into my mouth. Do you mind if I do that?"
Mathieu shakes his head, and watches Jiri. He smiles as Jiri softly kisses him, and then drops a light kiss onto just his bottom lip, before kissing the skin on his chest again.
Settling part of his weight on top of Mathieu, Jiri strokes one hand down his side. Mathieu's hands ran over his back, tugging his shirt out of pants and sliding under the fabric to touch the warm skin of his back.
Mathieu gasped softly as Jiri ran his hands lightly over his nibbles before bending down to take one in his mouth. "You're over dressed," Mathieu said breathlessly.
"So are you." Jiri replies, undoing the button at the top of Mathieu's pants and pulling them down. He hooks his hands into the waistband of Mathieu's boxers, pulling them off slowly, kissing his stomach and feeling Mathieu's cock spring free and bump into his chin.
Mathieu whimpered softly as when Jiri's hand closed around him. As Jiri stroked the full length of his shaft he turned to lock eyes with Chris. There was silent question that Igor and Brett could see watching in Igor's bedroom a day and a hundred miles away. Jiri raised one eyebrow and Chris finally nodded.
Mathieu rocked his ups up and Jiri leaned down to whisper to him again.
"I have to guess what else Chris wanted to see, because he is still sulking a bit about Steve putting one over him. But I think he would want to see what I looked like with my mouth stretched wide over your cock." Jiri flicks his tongue over the tip of Mathieu's dick. "And it's not such a surprise to see this the second time." Jiri runs his finger down the side of Mathieu's cock.
"This is the first time I have been with someone circumcised."
Jiri slowly slid down Mathieu's body, kissing him softly, but not pausing as he worked his way down to Mathieu's hips. His tongue flickered out and touched the underside of his shaft. Tracing the entire length with the tip of his tongue, Jiri did little more than that for a moment, his hands firmly holding onto the other man's hips. Then, ever so slowly, Jiri closed his mouth over the head, causing Mathieu to gasp again as he involuntarily arched upwards.
"Jesus, Jir, oh god."
Igor flicked his eyes to Brett in the bedroom; his teammate was biting his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving the screen, not noticing Igor staring at him.
Inch by painfully slow inch, Jiri drew Mathieu's shaft into his mouth before pulling back with a light suction. He continued to tease the older man; his movements slow and deliberate until Mathieu was writhing on the bed, his voice panting and hoarse in incoherent mumbles.
Jiri jumped slightly as he felt something land on the bed beside him. When he turned to look Chris was still leaning against the wall but he had thrown a tube of lube onto the bed. Jiri turned his head to the side; he locked eyes with Chris as he slid his mouth down Mathieu's cock.
Squeezing some of the thick, cool gel out onto his fingers, he took a moment to allow his body heat to warm it as his mouth continued to move up and down Mathieu.
Using a technique Chris knew from experience, Jiri forced his throat muscles to relax. With one smooth motion, he swallowed every inch of Mathieu until his nose was brushing against the dark curls around the base. At the same time, he gently pushed his index finger inside Mathieu, pausing when the older man stiffened, Jiri pulled his head back up slowly, his tongue swirling around the head before drawing the shaft back into his mouth, forcing his hand to remain still until Mathieu relaxed once more.
Then he slowly started to thrust his finger in and out of Mathieu, matching its movements to his mouth's rhythm. Slowly he added a second finger, pushing in my firmly as he felt Mathieu's hips rock back against his hand, a sign of his impending orgasm. Then, with a hoarse groan, Mathieu stiffened, his back arching as his eyes closed tightly, Jiri slid his mouth down Mathieu again, and although Brett and Igor could see Jiri's throat muscles working, swallowing Mathieu, some of the come dribbles out of his mouth, flowing down Jiri's chin and onto Mathieu's thighs.
Finally Jiri let Mathieu fall out his mouth and his eyes were gleaming with something like mischief he licked quickly at what had landed on Mathieu's legs and running his hand over Mathieu's stomach until his breathing had retuned to normal.
* ** * ** * **
"Wow," he murmurs softly, his comment making Jiri laugh and Chris smile from his position by the door.
Jiri smiles and lies over Mathieu.
He rubs his nose softly across Mathieu's. "So that was half of what Chris wanted to see, will you have sex with me so he can see the rest?"
Mathieu kisses Jiri softly before turning his head to the door.
Chris sighs, and Brett's eyes flicker to the side of the screen, he had forgotten Chris was even there for a second.
Chris finally nods and Brett inches closer to the television, not hearing Igor's soft gasp as their legs brush against each other. Brett lies down on his stomach and props his chin up on his hands.
Igor carefully lies down next to Brett. "Just think, we aren't even at the good bit yet."
Brett steals the pillow Igor was holding and wrapping his arms around it, rests his head on it, watching the television screen with fascination.
Igor glares at him, but Brett ignores him, focused on the play in front of him and finally Igor sighs and gets another pillow.
Mathieu smiled widely at Jiri and kisses him, his tongue licking in and around Jiri's mouth as he began to undo the younger man's buttons.
"You are so damn tall." Mathieu teases Jiri. "Sit back." Jiri does and Mathieu climbs onto his hips so he is looking down at the Czech. "Now I can kiss you properly."
Jiri grins and tilts his head up to be kissed properly. Mathieu sucks on his lower lip, undoing the rest of the buttons on Jiri's shirt sliding it off his shoulders.
"So nice." Mathieu half whispers, pressing light kisses to Jiri's shoulders, licking up his neck to bite under his ear.
"Tell me what Chris would do." Mathieu instructs. "So that is what he will see."
Jiri smiles. "He usually gives me a massage. But I don't want that today." Jiri smile becomes almost lascivious. "I'm so fucking hard now that if it were Chris and I, I would probably jump him and get him to fuck me against the wall."
Jiri immediately goes bright red when he says that and Mathieu leans against his shoulder laughing.
In Igor's bedroom Brett Hull presses his face down into the pillow he is holding and counts softly back from ten. He jumps when Igor drops his hand down onto the small of his back and whispers in his accented voice; "it is not like we haven't seen Jiri and Chris do that in the dressing room anyway, eh Brett?"
Brett whimpers and counts up to twenty as Igor smirks and rubs his back softly. "Or seem them do that in the showers, Jiri with his hands stretched above his head and Chris runs his hands up his body and slides himself into him…"
"Don't interrupt the video" Brett finally chokes out. "This is the good bit I am sure of it." Igor chuckles and lets his hand fall off the side of Brett over his hip.
"I can pretend you didn't say that." Mathieu finally says still laughing, "if you give me something else to think about that is."
Jiri takes a deep breath and wriggles off Mathieu's lap. "I'd want Chris to be on top.
"But first he'd take my clothes off." Mathieu watches Jiri settle on the centre of the bed and smile. Mathieu crawls over and begins to slowly kiss Jiri's stomach, undoing the buttons on his pants and pulling them down.
"Chris would," Jiri moans softly, "try to tickle me with his tongue."
"Where are you ticklish?" Mathieu asks in a thick voice. "Chris?" Mathieu turns to the door, "where is Jiri ticklish?"
"Find out yourself." Chris says from where he is standing.
"No, you come here and show me." Mathieu replies. He pushes Jiri down softly and kisses around his belly button.
Chris shakes his head.
"So tell me if I am getting warmer then." Mathieu smiles. "Am I warmer?" He nibbles underneath Jiri's belly button, licking the soft hair there, feeling Jiri's stomach muscles twitch under his lips.
"Higher, higher, and up his sides." Chris says softly.
Mathieu licks across Jiri's hipbone, and then nuzzles up his side.
"Warmer" Chris says quietly, "around his ribs." Mathieu nibbles the skin there, feeling Jiri shake a bit, and giggle softly.
"Stop, no, stop it." Jiri pushes at Mathieu's head. Mathieu grins and kisses Jiri lightly on his chin.
"You have a cute giggle." And he runs his fingers across the sides of Jiri's ribcage making him laugh again.
"Stop it!" Jiri squirms onto his side trying to trap Mathieu's fingers against the bed, " I mean it, stop, my stomach hurts."
Mathieu slides his hand further down, to hold Jiri's cock in his hand.
"I want to taste you properly, isn't that what you accused me off stealing Chris? A taste of Jiri?" Mathieu smiles at the man not lying on his own bed. "Or do you want me to make love to him?"
Chris stares at Mathieu for a moment. "He's young," Chris says softly, "do both."
Mathieu smiles and shuffles down the bed slightly. He licks at the wet head of Jiri's cock lightly feeling it twitch in his hand.
"And this looks different from mine." Mathieu laughs as he watches Jiri turn red again.
"When was the first time you saw a circumcised cock?" Brett asks Igor.
Igor thinks for a second. "In Vancouver, they don't do it much in Russia. What about you?"
"A fling in college, he was a gymnast, being flexible was more important than being cut though."
"You should date goalies then," Igor tells him smirking slightly.
"Nah." Brett smiles widely at Igor, "goalies are all crazy."
Igor rolls slightly closer to Brett, "so you don't have a goalie story to tell?"
Brett grins at Igor, "well, not all goalies are scary, especially when you have someone in between in case they go crazy."
Igor smiles back at Brett leaning closer to the American "anyone in particular?"
Brett is about to answer, leaning close enough to see his breath slightly misting up Igor's glasses when another giggle from the television draws his attention.
"We should watch the rest of this?" Igor asks softly.
"I guess we have too," Brett replies equally quietly, "Stevie's ruling and all."
Brett and Igor both watch the screen, but are now sneaking little looks at each other, as on the video Jiri is gasping.
"Please go faster." He begs Mathieu, "I am so fucking close."
Mathieu licks up the underside of Jiri's cock, "faster than what? Or faster than who? Would Chris go faster?"
"Chris would laugh at me, and tell me to just enjoy it."
"I would be starting to prepare you actually." Chris says softly.
"Good advice." Mathieu sucks hard on the tip of Jiri's cock then says; "let me get the lube."
"Don't stop!" Jiri sobs out in an agonized voice. "Let Chris get it for you!"
"But Chris will have to be closer to do that." Mathieu turns his head and speaks to the man leaning against the wall, stroking Jiri lightly and licking his with little flicks around his words.
Mathieu nudges Jiri with his knee so he moves to the side of the bed, leaving a space for Chris to lie down.
Chris sighs from the side of the room; he walks to the bed and sits down watching the two men. Putting his hand on Mathieu's arm to stop him from moving Chris leans down and kisses Jiri softly once. "Thank you." He whispers against his lips. Chris looks at Mathieu quickly, the faint sheen of sweat on his body, and kisses him lightly once as well. "And thank you."
He smiles at them both then lies down on his side, watching Jiri closely.
Mathieu laughed and nudged him lightly, "lube?" he asked softly.
Chris puts some on Mathieu's fingers rubbing their hands together to warm it up, and watches the look on Jiri's face as Mathieu slides one finger in, a slight wince, the skin between his eyes creasing, then softening as he let his breath out in a soft gasp.
Mathieu began to bob his head quickly up and down Jiri's shaft, until he feels Jiri's hands tangle in his hair and his hips buck upward and he could finally taste him in his mouth.
Jiri slumped back on the bed as Chris kissed him, "so fucking hot." Chris said kissing Jiri deeply, stroking his hands across Jiri's stomach and pulling him close. Mathieu quickly rolled out of the way and watched the two kiss; Chris sucking Jiri's tongue into his mouth and bending the younger man back over the bed to lie on top of him.
Finally Chris lets Jiri fall back against the bed, leaning around to organize some pillows under his head, smiling down at his younger lover and brushing the hair off his forehead. He smiles at Mathieu, "come here," Chris instructs softly, "open your mouth, I want to see if Jiri tastes different from your mouth."
Mathieu parted his lips and Chris slid his tongue in, dragging all of Jiri's come into his own mouth.
"Do you let Jiri pull your hair like that?" Mathieu asks when Chris pulled back.
Chris rolls his hands though Mathieu's hair, rubbing his scalp.
Mathieu smiles and leans back into the pressure, "feels good, no wonder Jiri likes massages from you."
"It's not all I like." Mathieu and Chris turn to look at Jiri smiling at them.
"What are we going to do now?" Jiri asks, a slightly shy smile playing around the corners of his glistening lips.
* ** * ** * **
"I'm going to watch Mathieu and you." Chris announces softly, "if that is still ok with you?"
"Definitely." Jiri grins at the two men. "Where do you want to be Chris?"
Chris smiles and manoeuvres himself underneath Jiri so the younger man's head is resting in his lap.
Mathieu leaned forward, settling himself over Jiri, licking his collarbone, and rubbing their lower bodies together.
"You ready for this?" he asked again.
"Yes," Jiri nodded and closed his eyes leaning back against Chris biting his bottom lip with nerves and a lot of desire.
Mathieu smiled and kissed him his quickly, then kissed Chris as well, surprising the older man.
Pulling his knees up underneath the younger man's thighs, Mathieu used one hand to gently grasp Jiri's hips and, with the other hand, guided himself to Jiri's entrance. He pressed against him slowly, taking his time in order to allow Jiri to adjust to him.
Mathieu waited until Jiri smiled, his eyes locked on Jiri's face, Jiri's own light eyes open and trusting.
Jiri looked up at Chris and smiled widely as Chris ran his fingers though Jiri's hair.
"Fuck." Brett said slowly. "Should we keep watching this?"
Igor rolled on his side and smiled. "What else would we do? Don't you want to see how it ends?"
Brett watched Igor's eyes slide down his body, he was still lying on his stomach so the way the video affected him wasn't obvious, but his skin was flushed and his eyes were a little droopy.
Igor grinned widely, running his teeth over his bottom lip as Brett smiled back.
Igor turned back to the television at a low moan, hearing Brett take a deep breath beside him.
When Jiri grabbed his shoulders and tugged Mathieu closer, sinking his fingers in his hair and kissing him just as Mathieu started to move. Slowly, he thrust into the man who had just become his lover, withdrawing almost fully before pushing himself back into Jiri's body. Reaching one hand between them, Mathieu curled his fingers around Jiri's throbbing dick, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Jiri whimpered softly and kissed Chris' fingers running across his lips, as he closed his eyes and began to push back against Mathieu's thrusts.
Mathieu shifted his hips slightly, angling himself so that each thrust hit Jiri's prostate. Jiri's back arched and he moaned deep in his throat, as pleasure seemed to explode through every nerve ending in his body. A few more thrusts and Jiri cried out again. As he felt Jiri's muscles tighten around him, Mathieu bit his lip and looked down, watching the thick whiteness spurt from Jiri. Then, unable to control himself any longer, he gave one final snap of his hips and spilled himself deep inside Jiri with a strangled shout before collapsing against the younger man in a tangled heap.
Mathieu shook slightly feeling Chris' hand run across his back.
"Off me." Jiri murmured, pushing at Mathieu's shoulders.
"Now I want to see." Jiri said breathlessly as he crawled to Chris tugging open his shirt and laughing as the buttons went flying. He pressed himself to Chris, "Now I wanna see you when you come."
"All right." Brett whispered softly. "That is a side of Jiri I didn't expect."
Igor laughs, "he is too young for you."
Brett grinned back; "I don't touch the rookies anymore, I don't have the patience, besides Chris would kick my ass into next week."
"Well, that leaves you plenty of choice even if you aren't after the rookies." Igor smiled wickedly.
Igor brushed his hands across the buttons on Brett's shirt, "do you think Steve expected us to do that?"
"We can't" Brett replies. "There is only two of us."
"For fucks sake," Igor swore so infrequently, "must you make everything a joke?"
"Must you be so serious?"
"Must you answer a question with a question?"
"I don't know must I?"
Igor shoves Brett away from him slightly. "That doesn't even make sense!"
"So what?" Brett nearly shouts, "so what, loosen up, what if I said snargle flargle? Would you complain that doesn't make sense?"
"That doesn't make sense! Those aren’t real words!"
"Next you'll be saying berk isn't a real word, and it is, and you are one."
"You are so childish, there is a reason we don't get along!"
"God Igor! You're a berk. That is why we don't get along."
"That ISN'T a real word."
"Of course it is."
Igor groans out loud and starts to rub his temples. "Berk is not a real word, you made it up and that is so fucking annoying."
"Fuck you Igor."
"Just fuck off Brett. We watched the video. Now piss off." Igor fell back against the bed mumbling something to himself in a low voice.
Brett climbed off the bed and Igor can hear him stomping around downstairs. He turns to the camera and begins to address Stevie, a long list of complaints about Brett.
How he is irresponsible, how he is a bad example to the rookies, how he is annoying obsessed with golf, not to mention his decision to flounce off in a sulk when Igor is really really horny. Igor pauses mid-stream in his monologue when he realises the front door hasn't slammed shut and he didn't hear Brett getting lost downstairs trying to find the way out, because Brett is in fact coming back up the staircase and back into the room.
He stands in the doorway and says in a loud ringing voice:
"Berk. Page one hundred and twenty seven." Brett clears his throat.
"British informal, a stupid person. Rhyming slang for a 'Berkshire Hunt' or cunt".
"Did you just call me stupid?" Igor asks in shock.
" I just called you a cunt actually." Brett replies merrily. "Any reply professor?"
"Yes actually." Igor swept to his feet and snatched the book out of Bret's hands.
He sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through the pages.
"Here. Page One thousand and thirteen, that’s one-one-one-three to you Hull, 'Popinjay' a vain, conceited person."
"You're calling me vain?"
"Mostly I'm calling you a jerk. Rhymes with 'Berk' if you're into that rhyming slang." Igor added helpfully.
Brett smiled slightly manically. "Oh that's a good one Iggy, very impressive." He sits on the bed beside Igor and flips the dictionary back one page. "There's a word for you" he says merrily, pointing at 'pompous'.
Igor raised one elegant eyebrow and smiled tightly at Brett. He took the dictionary delicately from Brett's hands. He briefly consults, discarding 'terrible', 'tattle-tale' and 'tasteless'.
"Page one-five-four-two." He says after a minute. "Third down on the left hand side. Either meaning."
Brett takes the book back with a look of confusion.
"Tubby? You're calling me tubby?! Fuck you!"
"Either meaning." Igor says acidly. "You can be 'short and fat', or 'dull'. It's up to you."
Brett rips two of the pages riffling back to the O's.
"Page one-oh-one-eight." Brett stabs at the page. "In case your old eyes can't read what it says."
"Over-the-hill? Oh too amusing Brett." Igor flips back a few pages with a bored expression on his face and points to 'ogre'.
Brett leans over Igor's shoulder, not taking the book, after scrabbling thought the 'w's' he finally spots 'wind-bag' he points at it and stares into the distance.
Igor scowls at him. Leaning over to the bedside table he pulls out a pen, he finds 'vulgar' underlines it, and putting the pen in the book to mark his place hands it back to Brett.
Brett picks through the table himself finding a yellow highlighter he underlines 'bore', 'KGB' and, 'nitpicker' folding the pages down at the corners so Igor can find them.
Igor stares at the words for a moment. He flips to 'M' and underlines 'mafia' writing something beside it in Cyrillic before offering the book to Brett.
"Oh wait, sorry, as an American you only speak one language I am sure."
Brett splutters for a moment. "Snob". He finally says.
"Crass." Igor replies.
"Dull."
"Rude." Igor leans over the bed and kisses Brett. "I win." He says.
"I win for not kissing you." Brett replies.
"What did you win for that?" Igor asks laughing. "Blue balls?" And he leans down and squeezes Brett through the fabric of his jeans.
Brett nearly jumps off the bed. Then smiles, sliding his hand down Igor's chest under the band of the sweat pants he is wearing, "I can beat that move Igor."
Brett cupped Igor's dick in his hand squeezing the hardening length slowly.
Igor smiles and undoes Brett jeans, curling his hand around the wet tip of Brett's cock.
"Is this a chess match Brett? Now I beat you." He smirks at the American.
Brett pushes Igor's sweats down and strokes him once up and down the length of his cock; "checkmate" he says smiling.
Igor smirks back, stretching his hands over his head. "I concede. What is your next move?"
"Oh this is a whole other game," he is told. Brett kisses him lightly, laughing when he feels Igor's glasses touch his face.
Brett leans his elbows on the bed and takes off Igor's glasses.
"Do you actually need these?" He asks casually sliding them on so they sit on the tip of his nose. "I suppose things are a little bit blurry, but the prescription can't be that strong."
"Yes I need them." Igor pushes the glasses up so they sit properly on Brett's face.
"There. Artificial intelligence." Igor says.
"You wound me Igor." Brett says, "and I had such a brilliant idea."
"You did?" Igor pulls his glasses off Brett, laughing as Brett shakes his head to clear his vision. "And what was your brilliant idea?"
"We can both win in this situation you know." Brett says grinning.
"That is not very 'us' Brett." Igor says laughing. "And who gets to 'win' first?"
"We can 'win' at the same time if we organise ourselves." Brett says back around giggles.
"Bet I can make you win first." Igor challenges.
"Bet /I/ can make you win quicker." Brett replies.
"More quickly." Igor says back. "Oh fuck."
Brett tiring of that game, or losing that game of words, licks down Igor's cock. Slowly to his thighs and slowly up again.
"What was that professor?"
"Well I've had that done before Brett, you gotta show me something better than that."
"Gotta do it huh?"
"Fine, you have to. Like that." Igor chokes out when Brett swallows his cock.
"How the fuck did you learn to do that?"
Brett shrugs, not replying immediately, sliding his head up and down a few times. "Long road trips." He finally says, licking the tip of Igor's cock watching it twitch slightly in his hand with fascination.
"You like that huh?"
"I'd like it more if you had me down your throat."
"Such dirty talk Mr Larionov. You'll be a bad example for me."
"You, are, you're the. Bad. Example. Mr Hull." Igor gasps out, feeling Brett suck a lot harder on his cock.
Brett lets Igor slip from his mouth slowly, and edges down the bed, pushing Igor's legs up he licked at the base of his cock. And edging a little lower at Igor's moan, nuzzling at his balls, smiling at the louder moan.
"So Iggy," Brett drawled, stroking Igor slowly to get up stimulation, "what where you doing before I got here?"
"I just got out of the shower, why?"
"I just realised you weren't wearing underwear, for shame Mr Larionov, what would the rookies think?"
"Fuck the rookies."
"Na-uh we aren't fucking rookies anymore remember? We are both to grown up and mature to do that, remember?"
Igor suddenly smiles at Brett. "I have my own brilliant idea."
"Which is?"
"Look at the screen Brett."
"What?" Brett looks up and sees that Igor had inched up the headboard so he can see the television again. When Brett turns around he can see Jiri and Mathieu still playing on the video, both licking across Chris' cock as he arches his hips up on the bed. Igor turns up the sound so all they can hear is moaning, and the wet sound of Mathieu and Jiri's mouths on Chris.
"See that?" Igor laughs, "lets see how good you are Brett, cause you've got to compete with that for my attention."
Brett smiles slyly up at Igor, "oh I have moves that can beat any defenseman."
"Take your shirt off." He leans down and kisses Igor. Pressing up against him so his shirt rubs against Igor's chest. Brett laughs at Igor's gasp and leaning further down licks across his nipples. "Turn the fucking sound down all right? It's like rooming next to the grind line."
Igor chuckles, but mutes the video. He drops his hand onto the back of Brett's hair, stroking his hair softly as he feels Brett suck him back into his mouth.
Brett shimmies down the bed, licking at Igor's balls, opening his mouth wide enough to suck them in, squeezing them a little bit between his lips.
"Not ticklish Iggy?"
"Nope. Feels good." Igor flicks his eyes down to Brett then back up to the television when Brett smiles at him.
"Still haven't got your attention then?"
"Not undivided." Igor replies.
"I'll have to do something about that." Brett leans down at gets the pillow he had been lying on from the end of the bed. "Shove your hips up." He says, pushing the pillow under Igor.
Brett settles the pillow so Igor's hips are off the bed; he pulls the sweats Igor had been wearing all the way off. "Dammit aren't you in the least ticklish?" he groused, as Igor didn't respond to Brett teasing his feet or the backs of his knees.
"Nope, Chris is, but as you can see" Igor points at the television with the remote where Jiri is leaning over Chris kissing him as Mathieu begins to slide into him, "Jiri and Mathieu are being far more interesting than you."
Brett just laughs, "I love a challenge." He licks at the tip of Igor's cock again, swiping up the come that was threatening to slide down the side of his dick, wasted, to Brett's mind.
Brett deep throats Igor's cock again, sliding his finger into his mouth as well so it is wet from spit.
Brett runs his finger lightly across Igor's hole, dipping his head between Igor's spread legs his blows a puff of air across Igor's entrance laughing when the older man shakes a bit.
"Bastard." Igor says laughing, "I'll get you for that."
"You're too busy watching your movie to get me." Brett smirks back; then slowly runs his finger around the outside of Igor before sliding the tip carefully in.
Brett smiles at the sigh he hears and leaning down licks around his finger, under his tongue he feels Igor tense up a bit. Pulling his hand away he flicks his tongue slightly into his slightly stretched opening. He licks his lips quickly so they are wet as well and presses a few soft kisses to Igor's entrance until he feels Igor relax and sink against the bed.
As soon as Brett feels Igor's fingers relax over the back on his head again, he gently slides his tongue into Igor, a little bit deeper this time.
Brett mentally smiles as Igor tries to slide his fingers in to his hair, but it's a little bit to short for that. Brett smiles and slides his tongue deeply into Igor. Igor gasps something in Russian, Brett pulls back enough to lick around the outside of Igor again, making sure he is wet before pushing his thumb into him.
He pushes his ass closer to Brett and whispers, "I want your mouth again," gasping as Brett swallows around his dick.
Brett lets Igor's dick slide out of his mouth and slides his finger into Igor as well. He kisses the skin on the inside of Igor's thighs, feeling the older man tremble. Brett sucks some of the flesh at the juncture of his thigh and groin into his mouth, running his teeth over Igor, sucking the skin hard enough that he is sure there is a bruise forming.
Brett looks up and Igor has slid down the headboard, the muscles of his legs straining as he pushes himself toward Brett.
"Gotcha." Brett says, looking over his shoulder to the three men sleeping in a tangle on the video, well two sleeping, Chris is petting Jiri's hair as the younger man leans against this chest, Mathieu curled up in a ball next to the two of them.
"You got me." Igor agrees in a thick voice. "So now fuck me."
Brett laughs and pulls Igor's hips down the bed and without anymore asking slides himself into Igor.
"So I win." Brett whispers into Igor's ear as he waits for the other man to adjust to him, "I wanna hear you say that."
"I win." Igor replies.
"Ok stopping now." Brett withdraws so he is pressed against Igor's entrance; pushing against Igor's hole, but not sliding in.
"Hey!" Igor tries to push himself back but Brett holds his hips firmly.
"Now you know you didn't say that right Professor." Brett slides the tip of his dick into Igor rocking his hips slightly so he edges just a tiny bit into Igor. "Say it Iggy."
"Breeeet." Igor gasps out. "You bastard."
"Sweet-talking me will get you no where. Say. It."
"You win you prick." Igor says grumpily but his eyes are twinkling, "now will you please… Oh god, like that." Brett slams his hips forward as Igor shoves back. It is a hard fast orgasm after an afternoon of teasing and Brett flops forward onto Igor feeling wiped out.
"That was pretty damn outstanding. Tell me why did we wait that long?" Brett asks idly nuzzling the skin of Igor's neck and enjoying the older mans giggling twitching reactions.
"We are both fucking stupid."
The two lie there for a moment basking a bit in the afterglow of an agreeable afternoon. "I hate that Steve was right, he's going to be fucking obnoxious now." Brett says lazily to break the silence.
"Brett?" Igor replies.
"Yeah, what?"
"You do realise I came first? So I won."
"We came at the same time."
"No, I was first, so once again, I win. Sorry Brett."
"Yeah but I let you."
"Bullshit."
"Ok, you came first, you're the man Iggy." Brett smirks.
Igor rolls over on his side and looks at Brett carefully. "What did you say?"
"I said, you won, you're the man. Wanna have a nap, and then maybe fuck again?" Brett says cherrily.
"What do you mean you 'let me'.?"
"Oh, just making conversation, we don't have to nap you know." Brett smirk becomes smirker and he drops his hand on Igor's hip and slide down over his thigh.
"Tell me what you're up to." Igor says flatly.
"Fine." Brett grins. "I let you win, but I only did it because I feel guilty about moving all your chess pieces around downstairs."
Igor rolls on his back and stares at the ceiling, obviously lost in deep thought. Then with great solemnity, and a stoic expression that does not in the slightest betray his intentions he picks up a pillow from beside Brett and begins to smack him with it.
The video itself fades to black with Igor tackling Brett as he attempts to flee off the bed.
"Your ass is so mine Hull." Igor yells grabbing Brett around the waist.
"Well fuck." Brett's blue eyes twinkle. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Slut." Igor says.
"Insatiable slut." Brett replies laughing merrily and kissing the slighter man as they fall back on the bed.
Pairing(s) Chris Chelios / Jiri Fischer / Mathieu Schneider
Igor Larionov / Brett Hull
Implied Steve Yzerman / Boyd Devereaux
Rating: NC-17
This is a tag to "The Players Court" a marvellous marvellous fic written by Rebecca. I insist you read it.
The players court
Thank you a million times Rebecca for the beta.
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"Brett! Wait!" Brett Hull turns at the sound of his captain's voice. "I have something for you." Steve goes on, slightly breathless as they walk out of the Joe and into the warm summer sun.
Brett grins at the tape Steve is holding. "My video." He grins more widely. "Is it any good?"
"Oh a bit wordy at first but it has its moments," he is told. "But, I have changed my ruling a little."
Brett raises an eyebrow. "You're talking this judge thing a bit too seriously Steve."
"Maybe." Steve doesn't smile back, "but then I have always taken being captain seriously. You and Igor made this another competition between the two of you. I don't know why the two of you can't get along."
"We get along!" Brett protests.
"No you don't. You compete. And I'm not just talking about pretending to be lawyers, although that is just the latest," Steve talks over his teamamte's splutters, "I'm talking about you two always trying to beat each other. Hell, the pair of you can't even play chess without making it a blood sport.
"So I have decided you need to spend more time together. So you two can watch this video together." Steve beams, "and to make sure that you do I am going to get you to video you watching it."
Brett stares wordlessly at Steve and after a pause his captain goes on.
"Here's a camera." Steve hands a small digital camera to Brett. "I expect that the video proof on my desk tomorrow."
"What?"
"Only kidding Hully, in my locker is fine. Instructions are in the box. For how to use the camera that is." Steve goes on blandly.
"Remember we are a team Brett and we all need to learn to work together. Try to find some common ground with Igor."
Steve hands the Cheli video and a blank tape to Brett. "You can keep the Cheli video, I have a copy.
"See ya Brett." Steve throws over his shoulder sauntering over to where Boyd is standing smiling in an adoring fashion at his captain. Steve guides the younger man to his car, his hand resting on the top of Boyd's thigh, just under the curve of his ass.
* * * * *
Igor stands firmly in the doorway of his house not letting Brett in. "Sometimes Steve is too clever for his own good." He says grimly.
Brett shrugs. "Yeah well he can still fine us and I don't want to pay for the rookie dinner next season, so let me in."
Igor reluctantly steps aside and allows Brett entry to the house.
"I'm sure you want to read this." Brett hands over the box with the camera and instructions and wanders over to the chessboard set up in the corner of the room.
Igor glances up briefly over the top of his glasses. "Don't touch that. I am playing with a friend."
Brett makes a show of staring around the room. "Is it an imaginary friend?"
"On-line." Igor scowls more deeply. "First, don't touch that!" Igor walks over and slaps Brett's hand away.
Brett scowls himself, "I was just going to say if you are white..."
"Don't touch that, please." Igor says with forced politeness.
"Fine." Brett sighs. "Are you done reading?"
"Yes." Igor looks up. "He says that as this is a long video he thinks we should watch it on a bed."
"Is that a suggestion?"
"More like an order." Igor sighs. "Lets go upstairs."
"Lead on McDuff." Brett replies cheerfully.
* * * * * * * *
Brett flops back on the bed. "Nice room, is this yours?"
"Take your shoes off!" Igor scowls at Brett. "And I would hardly let you in my children's rooms."
"Relax Igor." Brett is slightly annoyed by the tone of Igor's voice but had long ago realised that the best way to annoy the Russian is to be as obnoxiously loudmouthed as possible.
Igor fiddles around with the camera a bit more until finally putting the video in.
He and Brett lean back against the headboard.
"Got your glasses on granddad?" Brett chips as Igor turns the tape on. He is ignored, but anyone watching could see Igor grip the remote a little more tightly.
* * * * * * * * * *
The screen is blue, and then grey, and then fuzzy, then Darren McCarty's face appears in extreme close up. Brett and Igor both flinch back.
"That is a view I didn't need of him." Igor mumbles.
"Right guys, the video is set up, need any tips? I'm the expert on threesomes." Darren announces to the room.
"Get out before I throw you out." Chris snarls.
Darren just laughs. "Do you think Steve will let us see a copy of this on the next long flight…. Right, right. Leaving, leaving." Daren holds his hands up in mock surrender and backs slowly out of the room. He gives Jiri a cheerful 'thumbs up' gesture and exits.
"Cheli? Chris?" Jiri's accented voice is quieter than usual. As he moves away from blocking the video camera Igor and Brett can see Mathieu and Chris standing on opposite sides of the room.
"Chris?" Jiri takes his lovers hand. "Sit here ok?" Jiri guides Chris down so he is sitting at the top of the bed. "And we will sit here." Jiri and Mathieu sit in the middle of the bed looking up at Chris.
"Ok…" Jiri goes on slowly, "I thought about how we could do this in the car, and I have an idea of how it could work. We just need to set some ground rules…"
"I have a few suggestions." Chris mutters. "Let's get rid of…"
"Chris I'm sorry." Mathieu stumbles out. "I never meant this to happen."
"I think that we should all agree that what happens here, stays here, well," he points at the camera, "here and Steve I guess."
"Yeah and my worthless fucking 'lawyer'."
"Hey fuck you!" Brett says to the television. Igor snickers beside him.
"Yeah so?" Mathieu says. "I was right, and I won, and I now have the whole fucking team knowing what happened, and my fucking 'lawyer' didn't stop me being here either."
Igor merely raises an eyebrow and mutters that 'the whole team knew anyway once Brendan found out'.
"Bit fucking late." Chris spits back.
"Back on track," Jiri interrupts quickly. "Chris, we are going to pretend for a second that the Fourth of July never happened."
"I don't think that is possible." Chris replies.
"Just for a second?" Jiri pleads softly. "For me, please?"
Chris finally shrugs and nods. "What do you want?"
"Close your eyes." Chris obliges jumping slightly as he feels Jiri rest his hand on the inside of his thigh. "Tell me what you said that evening."
Chris shrugs and Jiri leans over and kisses him. Chris smiles despite himself and kisses Jiri back.
"It has been a long time since I kissed you." He whispers. "I missed it."
Jiri smiles. "I missed it to." For a second the only sound is Brett and Igor's breathing as Mathieu flushes a dull red and looks down at the bed.
"Close your eyes Chris" and Jiri puts his hand over Chris' eyes. "You told me you loved me remember? Tell me that again."
They all wait, Brett realises he is holding his breath and lets it out slowly, when he turns to look at Igor the other man is focused intently on the screen.
"You know I love you right?" Brett bites his bottom lip as Chris begins to speak quietly and slowly.
"Yes. And I love you too."
"Jiri…" it is quiet for so long that Igor turns the sound on the video up, but finally Chris lets out the breath he had been holding as says; "have you ever thought about what it might be like to be with someone else?"
Jiri shakes his head, then smiles like he realised Chris can't see him. "Not really."
"That's not what you said." Chris laughs softly. "You made a joke that you weren't joking about."
Jiri turns pink and looks at Mathieu. "I admitted my Stevie crush, but that doesn't count, everyone has a crush on Steve."
"Oh I bet Steve loved that bit." Brett grouses.
"Shhhh." Igor mummers, "I want to know what happens next."
"We can rewind…"
"Shut UP Brett." Igor grits out, unnecessarily turning the sound up again.
"No I haven't. Are you bored?" Jiri asks.
Chris smiled "Of you? No I'm not bored, I wanted to know." He pauses, "I have always wondered." Chris stops again, "it was hard enough to say this the first time."
"Tell me what you said." Jiri insists. "How you wanted to see…." He lets his voice trail off.
"I want to see what you look like with someone else. I want to see what you like when you are having sex, and I want to see what you look like when you're coming. And I don't want to make a video of us," and Chris' mouth twists into a slight smile, "so I wondered if there was anyone that you had ever thought of being with."
"No. Well Steve, I've imagine you with someone else though." Jiri smiles and Chris pulls the hand off his eyes. "You told me who you'd been with remember?"
He kisses the palm of Jiri's hand, "you know we don't need to get into that."
"But he is watching the tape."
"Wow, Chris has Steve-lust as well?"
"I think Jiri means one of us." Igor replies dryly.
"Oh, you mean me." Brett states.
"If he wanted you wouldn't he have jumped you by now?"
"I have slept with Chris." Brett tells him snarkily.
"Well? So what? So have I. So shut up."
"When?" Brett asks in amazement.
"At the Olympics, can I watch this without interruptions?"
"I knew he was fucking someone then." Brett thinks for a moment. "I thought it was LeClair."
"We were not 'fucking'. We aren't rookies. It was an extension of our friendship."
"That is still fucking Iggy." Brett stares at Igor. "I am not sure I believe you. What is the shape of the birthmark…?"
"It looks like a strawberry. Now will you shut up so I can watch this Brett?"
"Fine. " Brett thinks for a second. "Rewind, we missed a bit." Igor rolls his eyes and rewinds the tape to when Chris kissed Jiri's hand.
"I'm sorry I was such a jerk." Jiri smiles at Chris saying this
"So, tell me the ret of what you said."
Chris smiles at Jiri, then turns to smile slightly at Mathieu. "And I am sorry to you that I was such a jerk."
Mathieu smiles slightly back. "Chris I am sorry, I never meant for this to happen."
Chris smiles back. "So now we are all happy, I will turn off the camera and we can all go to our own homes…"
Jiri glares at Chris. "I knew that you were giving in too easily."
Chris shrugs. "There is a difference between saying something as part of having sex, and having someone here, a difference Steve doesn't seem to understand."
Chris climbs off the bed and walks to the door.
"Fair enough." Jiri's response stops Chris. The tall Czech turns on the bed and smiles at Mathieu.
"Chris told me he wondered what I looked like when I was kissing, because he always closes his eyes." Jiri leans forward and kisses Mathieu softly, licking across his lips until Mathieu opens his mouth.
"Hw wondered what the expression on my face was like." Jiri licks Mathieu's lips again. "He wondered if my eyes were half open or half closed."
Mathieu sighs softly as Jiri kisses him again.
Chris stands by the door and watches keenly. He does not move closer to the bed, and does not leave the room.
Brett and Igor also watch closely. Igor sits up and crosses his legs in the lotus position leaning toward the television watching intently.
Jiri kisses across the side of Mathieu's jaw, feeling the older man's head fall forward and rest against his shoulder.
"Relax." Jiri whispers softly. "Chris said he wanted to know what I looked like when I kissed someone so now he knows. You are really tense." Jiri rubs slow circles on Mathieu's back.
"Would you like a massage? So you are more relaxed?" Mathieu nods silently, glancing quickly to Chris still standing in front of the door.
Jiri slowly undoes the buttons on Mathieu's shirt, pushing the fabric back, kissing Mathieu's chest every time he opens a button.
"Not as much hair as Chris." Jiri whispers softly. "I like your arms, they are heavy." Jiri kisses the round of Mathieu's biceps, licking along the line of the muscle.
"Lie down on your stomach." Mathieu does, folding his arms under his head and resting his cheek on his shoulder.
"Look the other way, please." Jiri requests, "so Chris can see your face."
Mathieu turns his head, but closes his eyes. He jumps slightly when he feels Jiri settle across his hips and run his hands down his back.
Jiri smiles and kisses his cheek. "You aren't a little bit scratchy like Chris always is." He says. "Chris will wake me up by dragging his chin across the back of my neck, but it would not be the same if you did that.
"Your skin is paler than Chris'." Jiri states. "And your shoulders are the same, but I think that the layers of muscle on Chris here," he runs his hands down Mathieu's shoulder blades. "Are heavier."
Jiri pushes his fingers firmly into the muscle, his hands and fingers starting to work the tension out of Mathieu.
Jiri rubs down Mathieu's back, then stops and presses a line of kisses around the top of his neck.
"You taste a little bit different." Jiri says quietly. "It is silly, but I think Chris is a little spicier, or maybe that is his aftershave that I am used to."
"That feels good," Mathieu murmured, His sigh was just audible when he felt the younger man's mouth touch the curve of his neck.
"I know what would feel even better" Jiri whispered back. His warm breath tickled Mathieu's ear. Gently, he bit the lobe before drawing it into his mouth and sucking lightly on it. His left hand still kneaded Mathieu's shoulder, while the right one braced himself over Mathieu's body.
"Roll over." Jiri says pulling himself high enough that Mathieu can wiggle around onto his back under Jiri.
"Chris won't say it now," Jiri leaned over Mathieu and whispered to him, "but he wanted to see what I looked like kissing someone, what it looked like when I sucked someone's nipples into my mouth. Do you mind if I do that?"
Mathieu shakes his head, and watches Jiri. He smiles as Jiri softly kisses him, and then drops a light kiss onto just his bottom lip, before kissing the skin on his chest again.
Settling part of his weight on top of Mathieu, Jiri strokes one hand down his side. Mathieu's hands ran over his back, tugging his shirt out of pants and sliding under the fabric to touch the warm skin of his back.
Mathieu gasped softly as Jiri ran his hands lightly over his nibbles before bending down to take one in his mouth. "You're over dressed," Mathieu said breathlessly.
"So are you." Jiri replies, undoing the button at the top of Mathieu's pants and pulling them down. He hooks his hands into the waistband of Mathieu's boxers, pulling them off slowly, kissing his stomach and feeling Mathieu's cock spring free and bump into his chin.
Mathieu whimpered softly as when Jiri's hand closed around him. As Jiri stroked the full length of his shaft he turned to lock eyes with Chris. There was silent question that Igor and Brett could see watching in Igor's bedroom a day and a hundred miles away. Jiri raised one eyebrow and Chris finally nodded.
Mathieu rocked his ups up and Jiri leaned down to whisper to him again.
"I have to guess what else Chris wanted to see, because he is still sulking a bit about Steve putting one over him. But I think he would want to see what I looked like with my mouth stretched wide over your cock." Jiri flicks his tongue over the tip of Mathieu's dick. "And it's not such a surprise to see this the second time." Jiri runs his finger down the side of Mathieu's cock.
"This is the first time I have been with someone circumcised."
Jiri slowly slid down Mathieu's body, kissing him softly, but not pausing as he worked his way down to Mathieu's hips. His tongue flickered out and touched the underside of his shaft. Tracing the entire length with the tip of his tongue, Jiri did little more than that for a moment, his hands firmly holding onto the other man's hips. Then, ever so slowly, Jiri closed his mouth over the head, causing Mathieu to gasp again as he involuntarily arched upwards.
"Jesus, Jir, oh god."
Igor flicked his eyes to Brett in the bedroom; his teammate was biting his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving the screen, not noticing Igor staring at him.
Inch by painfully slow inch, Jiri drew Mathieu's shaft into his mouth before pulling back with a light suction. He continued to tease the older man; his movements slow and deliberate until Mathieu was writhing on the bed, his voice panting and hoarse in incoherent mumbles.
Jiri jumped slightly as he felt something land on the bed beside him. When he turned to look Chris was still leaning against the wall but he had thrown a tube of lube onto the bed. Jiri turned his head to the side; he locked eyes with Chris as he slid his mouth down Mathieu's cock.
Squeezing some of the thick, cool gel out onto his fingers, he took a moment to allow his body heat to warm it as his mouth continued to move up and down Mathieu.
Using a technique Chris knew from experience, Jiri forced his throat muscles to relax. With one smooth motion, he swallowed every inch of Mathieu until his nose was brushing against the dark curls around the base. At the same time, he gently pushed his index finger inside Mathieu, pausing when the older man stiffened, Jiri pulled his head back up slowly, his tongue swirling around the head before drawing the shaft back into his mouth, forcing his hand to remain still until Mathieu relaxed once more.
Then he slowly started to thrust his finger in and out of Mathieu, matching its movements to his mouth's rhythm. Slowly he added a second finger, pushing in my firmly as he felt Mathieu's hips rock back against his hand, a sign of his impending orgasm. Then, with a hoarse groan, Mathieu stiffened, his back arching as his eyes closed tightly, Jiri slid his mouth down Mathieu again, and although Brett and Igor could see Jiri's throat muscles working, swallowing Mathieu, some of the come dribbles out of his mouth, flowing down Jiri's chin and onto Mathieu's thighs.
Finally Jiri let Mathieu fall out his mouth and his eyes were gleaming with something like mischief he licked quickly at what had landed on Mathieu's legs and running his hand over Mathieu's stomach until his breathing had retuned to normal.
* ** * ** * **
"Wow," he murmurs softly, his comment making Jiri laugh and Chris smile from his position by the door.
Jiri smiles and lies over Mathieu.
He rubs his nose softly across Mathieu's. "So that was half of what Chris wanted to see, will you have sex with me so he can see the rest?"
Mathieu kisses Jiri softly before turning his head to the door.
Chris sighs, and Brett's eyes flicker to the side of the screen, he had forgotten Chris was even there for a second.
Chris finally nods and Brett inches closer to the television, not hearing Igor's soft gasp as their legs brush against each other. Brett lies down on his stomach and props his chin up on his hands.
Igor carefully lies down next to Brett. "Just think, we aren't even at the good bit yet."
Brett steals the pillow Igor was holding and wrapping his arms around it, rests his head on it, watching the television screen with fascination.
Igor glares at him, but Brett ignores him, focused on the play in front of him and finally Igor sighs and gets another pillow.
Mathieu smiled widely at Jiri and kisses him, his tongue licking in and around Jiri's mouth as he began to undo the younger man's buttons.
"You are so damn tall." Mathieu teases Jiri. "Sit back." Jiri does and Mathieu climbs onto his hips so he is looking down at the Czech. "Now I can kiss you properly."
Jiri grins and tilts his head up to be kissed properly. Mathieu sucks on his lower lip, undoing the rest of the buttons on Jiri's shirt sliding it off his shoulders.
"So nice." Mathieu half whispers, pressing light kisses to Jiri's shoulders, licking up his neck to bite under his ear.
"Tell me what Chris would do." Mathieu instructs. "So that is what he will see."
Jiri smiles. "He usually gives me a massage. But I don't want that today." Jiri smile becomes almost lascivious. "I'm so fucking hard now that if it were Chris and I, I would probably jump him and get him to fuck me against the wall."
Jiri immediately goes bright red when he says that and Mathieu leans against his shoulder laughing.
In Igor's bedroom Brett Hull presses his face down into the pillow he is holding and counts softly back from ten. He jumps when Igor drops his hand down onto the small of his back and whispers in his accented voice; "it is not like we haven't seen Jiri and Chris do that in the dressing room anyway, eh Brett?"
Brett whimpers and counts up to twenty as Igor smirks and rubs his back softly. "Or seem them do that in the showers, Jiri with his hands stretched above his head and Chris runs his hands up his body and slides himself into him…"
"Don't interrupt the video" Brett finally chokes out. "This is the good bit I am sure of it." Igor chuckles and lets his hand fall off the side of Brett over his hip.
"I can pretend you didn't say that." Mathieu finally says still laughing, "if you give me something else to think about that is."
Jiri takes a deep breath and wriggles off Mathieu's lap. "I'd want Chris to be on top.
"But first he'd take my clothes off." Mathieu watches Jiri settle on the centre of the bed and smile. Mathieu crawls over and begins to slowly kiss Jiri's stomach, undoing the buttons on his pants and pulling them down.
"Chris would," Jiri moans softly, "try to tickle me with his tongue."
"Where are you ticklish?" Mathieu asks in a thick voice. "Chris?" Mathieu turns to the door, "where is Jiri ticklish?"
"Find out yourself." Chris says from where he is standing.
"No, you come here and show me." Mathieu replies. He pushes Jiri down softly and kisses around his belly button.
Chris shakes his head.
"So tell me if I am getting warmer then." Mathieu smiles. "Am I warmer?" He nibbles underneath Jiri's belly button, licking the soft hair there, feeling Jiri's stomach muscles twitch under his lips.
"Higher, higher, and up his sides." Chris says softly.
Mathieu licks across Jiri's hipbone, and then nuzzles up his side.
"Warmer" Chris says quietly, "around his ribs." Mathieu nibbles the skin there, feeling Jiri shake a bit, and giggle softly.
"Stop, no, stop it." Jiri pushes at Mathieu's head. Mathieu grins and kisses Jiri lightly on his chin.
"You have a cute giggle." And he runs his fingers across the sides of Jiri's ribcage making him laugh again.
"Stop it!" Jiri squirms onto his side trying to trap Mathieu's fingers against the bed, " I mean it, stop, my stomach hurts."
Mathieu slides his hand further down, to hold Jiri's cock in his hand.
"I want to taste you properly, isn't that what you accused me off stealing Chris? A taste of Jiri?" Mathieu smiles at the man not lying on his own bed. "Or do you want me to make love to him?"
Chris stares at Mathieu for a moment. "He's young," Chris says softly, "do both."
Mathieu smiles and shuffles down the bed slightly. He licks at the wet head of Jiri's cock lightly feeling it twitch in his hand.
"And this looks different from mine." Mathieu laughs as he watches Jiri turn red again.
"When was the first time you saw a circumcised cock?" Brett asks Igor.
Igor thinks for a second. "In Vancouver, they don't do it much in Russia. What about you?"
"A fling in college, he was a gymnast, being flexible was more important than being cut though."
"You should date goalies then," Igor tells him smirking slightly.
"Nah." Brett smiles widely at Igor, "goalies are all crazy."
Igor rolls slightly closer to Brett, "so you don't have a goalie story to tell?"
Brett grins at Igor, "well, not all goalies are scary, especially when you have someone in between in case they go crazy."
Igor smiles back at Brett leaning closer to the American "anyone in particular?"
Brett is about to answer, leaning close enough to see his breath slightly misting up Igor's glasses when another giggle from the television draws his attention.
"We should watch the rest of this?" Igor asks softly.
"I guess we have too," Brett replies equally quietly, "Stevie's ruling and all."
Brett and Igor both watch the screen, but are now sneaking little looks at each other, as on the video Jiri is gasping.
"Please go faster." He begs Mathieu, "I am so fucking close."
Mathieu licks up the underside of Jiri's cock, "faster than what? Or faster than who? Would Chris go faster?"
"Chris would laugh at me, and tell me to just enjoy it."
"I would be starting to prepare you actually." Chris says softly.
"Good advice." Mathieu sucks hard on the tip of Jiri's cock then says; "let me get the lube."
"Don't stop!" Jiri sobs out in an agonized voice. "Let Chris get it for you!"
"But Chris will have to be closer to do that." Mathieu turns his head and speaks to the man leaning against the wall, stroking Jiri lightly and licking his with little flicks around his words.
Mathieu nudges Jiri with his knee so he moves to the side of the bed, leaving a space for Chris to lie down.
Chris sighs from the side of the room; he walks to the bed and sits down watching the two men. Putting his hand on Mathieu's arm to stop him from moving Chris leans down and kisses Jiri softly once. "Thank you." He whispers against his lips. Chris looks at Mathieu quickly, the faint sheen of sweat on his body, and kisses him lightly once as well. "And thank you."
He smiles at them both then lies down on his side, watching Jiri closely.
Mathieu laughed and nudged him lightly, "lube?" he asked softly.
Chris puts some on Mathieu's fingers rubbing their hands together to warm it up, and watches the look on Jiri's face as Mathieu slides one finger in, a slight wince, the skin between his eyes creasing, then softening as he let his breath out in a soft gasp.
Mathieu began to bob his head quickly up and down Jiri's shaft, until he feels Jiri's hands tangle in his hair and his hips buck upward and he could finally taste him in his mouth.
Jiri slumped back on the bed as Chris kissed him, "so fucking hot." Chris said kissing Jiri deeply, stroking his hands across Jiri's stomach and pulling him close. Mathieu quickly rolled out of the way and watched the two kiss; Chris sucking Jiri's tongue into his mouth and bending the younger man back over the bed to lie on top of him.
Finally Chris lets Jiri fall back against the bed, leaning around to organize some pillows under his head, smiling down at his younger lover and brushing the hair off his forehead. He smiles at Mathieu, "come here," Chris instructs softly, "open your mouth, I want to see if Jiri tastes different from your mouth."
Mathieu parted his lips and Chris slid his tongue in, dragging all of Jiri's come into his own mouth.
"Do you let Jiri pull your hair like that?" Mathieu asks when Chris pulled back.
Chris rolls his hands though Mathieu's hair, rubbing his scalp.
Mathieu smiles and leans back into the pressure, "feels good, no wonder Jiri likes massages from you."
"It's not all I like." Mathieu and Chris turn to look at Jiri smiling at them.
"What are we going to do now?" Jiri asks, a slightly shy smile playing around the corners of his glistening lips.
* ** * ** * **
"I'm going to watch Mathieu and you." Chris announces softly, "if that is still ok with you?"
"Definitely." Jiri grins at the two men. "Where do you want to be Chris?"
Chris smiles and manoeuvres himself underneath Jiri so the younger man's head is resting in his lap.
Mathieu leaned forward, settling himself over Jiri, licking his collarbone, and rubbing their lower bodies together.
"You ready for this?" he asked again.
"Yes," Jiri nodded and closed his eyes leaning back against Chris biting his bottom lip with nerves and a lot of desire.
Mathieu smiled and kissed him his quickly, then kissed Chris as well, surprising the older man.
Pulling his knees up underneath the younger man's thighs, Mathieu used one hand to gently grasp Jiri's hips and, with the other hand, guided himself to Jiri's entrance. He pressed against him slowly, taking his time in order to allow Jiri to adjust to him.
Mathieu waited until Jiri smiled, his eyes locked on Jiri's face, Jiri's own light eyes open and trusting.
Jiri looked up at Chris and smiled widely as Chris ran his fingers though Jiri's hair.
"Fuck." Brett said slowly. "Should we keep watching this?"
Igor rolled on his side and smiled. "What else would we do? Don't you want to see how it ends?"
Brett watched Igor's eyes slide down his body, he was still lying on his stomach so the way the video affected him wasn't obvious, but his skin was flushed and his eyes were a little droopy.
Igor grinned widely, running his teeth over his bottom lip as Brett smiled back.
Igor turned back to the television at a low moan, hearing Brett take a deep breath beside him.
When Jiri grabbed his shoulders and tugged Mathieu closer, sinking his fingers in his hair and kissing him just as Mathieu started to move. Slowly, he thrust into the man who had just become his lover, withdrawing almost fully before pushing himself back into Jiri's body. Reaching one hand between them, Mathieu curled his fingers around Jiri's throbbing dick, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Jiri whimpered softly and kissed Chris' fingers running across his lips, as he closed his eyes and began to push back against Mathieu's thrusts.
Mathieu shifted his hips slightly, angling himself so that each thrust hit Jiri's prostate. Jiri's back arched and he moaned deep in his throat, as pleasure seemed to explode through every nerve ending in his body. A few more thrusts and Jiri cried out again. As he felt Jiri's muscles tighten around him, Mathieu bit his lip and looked down, watching the thick whiteness spurt from Jiri. Then, unable to control himself any longer, he gave one final snap of his hips and spilled himself deep inside Jiri with a strangled shout before collapsing against the younger man in a tangled heap.
Mathieu shook slightly feeling Chris' hand run across his back.
"Off me." Jiri murmured, pushing at Mathieu's shoulders.
"Now I want to see." Jiri said breathlessly as he crawled to Chris tugging open his shirt and laughing as the buttons went flying. He pressed himself to Chris, "Now I wanna see you when you come."
"All right." Brett whispered softly. "That is a side of Jiri I didn't expect."
Igor laughs, "he is too young for you."
Brett grinned back; "I don't touch the rookies anymore, I don't have the patience, besides Chris would kick my ass into next week."
"Well, that leaves you plenty of choice even if you aren't after the rookies." Igor smiled wickedly.
Igor brushed his hands across the buttons on Brett's shirt, "do you think Steve expected us to do that?"
"We can't" Brett replies. "There is only two of us."
"For fucks sake," Igor swore so infrequently, "must you make everything a joke?"
"Must you be so serious?"
"Must you answer a question with a question?"
"I don't know must I?"
Igor shoves Brett away from him slightly. "That doesn't even make sense!"
"So what?" Brett nearly shouts, "so what, loosen up, what if I said snargle flargle? Would you complain that doesn't make sense?"
"That doesn't make sense! Those aren’t real words!"
"Next you'll be saying berk isn't a real word, and it is, and you are one."
"You are so childish, there is a reason we don't get along!"
"God Igor! You're a berk. That is why we don't get along."
"That ISN'T a real word."
"Of course it is."
Igor groans out loud and starts to rub his temples. "Berk is not a real word, you made it up and that is so fucking annoying."
"Fuck you Igor."
"Just fuck off Brett. We watched the video. Now piss off." Igor fell back against the bed mumbling something to himself in a low voice.
Brett climbed off the bed and Igor can hear him stomping around downstairs. He turns to the camera and begins to address Stevie, a long list of complaints about Brett.
How he is irresponsible, how he is a bad example to the rookies, how he is annoying obsessed with golf, not to mention his decision to flounce off in a sulk when Igor is really really horny. Igor pauses mid-stream in his monologue when he realises the front door hasn't slammed shut and he didn't hear Brett getting lost downstairs trying to find the way out, because Brett is in fact coming back up the staircase and back into the room.
He stands in the doorway and says in a loud ringing voice:
"Berk. Page one hundred and twenty seven." Brett clears his throat.
"British informal, a stupid person. Rhyming slang for a 'Berkshire Hunt' or cunt".
"Did you just call me stupid?" Igor asks in shock.
" I just called you a cunt actually." Brett replies merrily. "Any reply professor?"
"Yes actually." Igor swept to his feet and snatched the book out of Bret's hands.
He sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through the pages.
"Here. Page One thousand and thirteen, that’s one-one-one-three to you Hull, 'Popinjay' a vain, conceited person."
"You're calling me vain?"
"Mostly I'm calling you a jerk. Rhymes with 'Berk' if you're into that rhyming slang." Igor added helpfully.
Brett smiled slightly manically. "Oh that's a good one Iggy, very impressive." He sits on the bed beside Igor and flips the dictionary back one page. "There's a word for you" he says merrily, pointing at 'pompous'.
Igor raised one elegant eyebrow and smiled tightly at Brett. He took the dictionary delicately from Brett's hands. He briefly consults, discarding 'terrible', 'tattle-tale' and 'tasteless'.
"Page one-five-four-two." He says after a minute. "Third down on the left hand side. Either meaning."
Brett takes the book back with a look of confusion.
"Tubby? You're calling me tubby?! Fuck you!"
"Either meaning." Igor says acidly. "You can be 'short and fat', or 'dull'. It's up to you."
Brett rips two of the pages riffling back to the O's.
"Page one-oh-one-eight." Brett stabs at the page. "In case your old eyes can't read what it says."
"Over-the-hill? Oh too amusing Brett." Igor flips back a few pages with a bored expression on his face and points to 'ogre'.
Brett leans over Igor's shoulder, not taking the book, after scrabbling thought the 'w's' he finally spots 'wind-bag' he points at it and stares into the distance.
Igor scowls at him. Leaning over to the bedside table he pulls out a pen, he finds 'vulgar' underlines it, and putting the pen in the book to mark his place hands it back to Brett.
Brett picks through the table himself finding a yellow highlighter he underlines 'bore', 'KGB' and, 'nitpicker' folding the pages down at the corners so Igor can find them.
Igor stares at the words for a moment. He flips to 'M' and underlines 'mafia' writing something beside it in Cyrillic before offering the book to Brett.
"Oh wait, sorry, as an American you only speak one language I am sure."
Brett splutters for a moment. "Snob". He finally says.
"Crass." Igor replies.
"Dull."
"Rude." Igor leans over the bed and kisses Brett. "I win." He says.
"I win for not kissing you." Brett replies.
"What did you win for that?" Igor asks laughing. "Blue balls?" And he leans down and squeezes Brett through the fabric of his jeans.
Brett nearly jumps off the bed. Then smiles, sliding his hand down Igor's chest under the band of the sweat pants he is wearing, "I can beat that move Igor."
Brett cupped Igor's dick in his hand squeezing the hardening length slowly.
Igor smiles and undoes Brett jeans, curling his hand around the wet tip of Brett's cock.
"Is this a chess match Brett? Now I beat you." He smirks at the American.
Brett pushes Igor's sweats down and strokes him once up and down the length of his cock; "checkmate" he says smiling.
Igor smirks back, stretching his hands over his head. "I concede. What is your next move?"
"Oh this is a whole other game," he is told. Brett kisses him lightly, laughing when he feels Igor's glasses touch his face.
Brett leans his elbows on the bed and takes off Igor's glasses.
"Do you actually need these?" He asks casually sliding them on so they sit on the tip of his nose. "I suppose things are a little bit blurry, but the prescription can't be that strong."
"Yes I need them." Igor pushes the glasses up so they sit properly on Brett's face.
"There. Artificial intelligence." Igor says.
"You wound me Igor." Brett says, "and I had such a brilliant idea."
"You did?" Igor pulls his glasses off Brett, laughing as Brett shakes his head to clear his vision. "And what was your brilliant idea?"
"We can both win in this situation you know." Brett says grinning.
"That is not very 'us' Brett." Igor says laughing. "And who gets to 'win' first?"
"We can 'win' at the same time if we organise ourselves." Brett says back around giggles.
"Bet I can make you win first." Igor challenges.
"Bet /I/ can make you win quicker." Brett replies.
"More quickly." Igor says back. "Oh fuck."
Brett tiring of that game, or losing that game of words, licks down Igor's cock. Slowly to his thighs and slowly up again.
"What was that professor?"
"Well I've had that done before Brett, you gotta show me something better than that."
"Gotta do it huh?"
"Fine, you have to. Like that." Igor chokes out when Brett swallows his cock.
"How the fuck did you learn to do that?"
Brett shrugs, not replying immediately, sliding his head up and down a few times. "Long road trips." He finally says, licking the tip of Igor's cock watching it twitch slightly in his hand with fascination.
"You like that huh?"
"I'd like it more if you had me down your throat."
"Such dirty talk Mr Larionov. You'll be a bad example for me."
"You, are, you're the. Bad. Example. Mr Hull." Igor gasps out, feeling Brett suck a lot harder on his cock.
Brett lets Igor slip from his mouth slowly, and edges down the bed, pushing Igor's legs up he licked at the base of his cock. And edging a little lower at Igor's moan, nuzzling at his balls, smiling at the louder moan.
"So Iggy," Brett drawled, stroking Igor slowly to get up stimulation, "what where you doing before I got here?"
"I just got out of the shower, why?"
"I just realised you weren't wearing underwear, for shame Mr Larionov, what would the rookies think?"
"Fuck the rookies."
"Na-uh we aren't fucking rookies anymore remember? We are both to grown up and mature to do that, remember?"
Igor suddenly smiles at Brett. "I have my own brilliant idea."
"Which is?"
"Look at the screen Brett."
"What?" Brett looks up and sees that Igor had inched up the headboard so he can see the television again. When Brett turns around he can see Jiri and Mathieu still playing on the video, both licking across Chris' cock as he arches his hips up on the bed. Igor turns up the sound so all they can hear is moaning, and the wet sound of Mathieu and Jiri's mouths on Chris.
"See that?" Igor laughs, "lets see how good you are Brett, cause you've got to compete with that for my attention."
Brett smiles slyly up at Igor, "oh I have moves that can beat any defenseman."
"Take your shirt off." He leans down and kisses Igor. Pressing up against him so his shirt rubs against Igor's chest. Brett laughs at Igor's gasp and leaning further down licks across his nipples. "Turn the fucking sound down all right? It's like rooming next to the grind line."
Igor chuckles, but mutes the video. He drops his hand onto the back of Brett's hair, stroking his hair softly as he feels Brett suck him back into his mouth.
Brett shimmies down the bed, licking at Igor's balls, opening his mouth wide enough to suck them in, squeezing them a little bit between his lips.
"Not ticklish Iggy?"
"Nope. Feels good." Igor flicks his eyes down to Brett then back up to the television when Brett smiles at him.
"Still haven't got your attention then?"
"Not undivided." Igor replies.
"I'll have to do something about that." Brett leans down at gets the pillow he had been lying on from the end of the bed. "Shove your hips up." He says, pushing the pillow under Igor.
Brett settles the pillow so Igor's hips are off the bed; he pulls the sweats Igor had been wearing all the way off. "Dammit aren't you in the least ticklish?" he groused, as Igor didn't respond to Brett teasing his feet or the backs of his knees.
"Nope, Chris is, but as you can see" Igor points at the television with the remote where Jiri is leaning over Chris kissing him as Mathieu begins to slide into him, "Jiri and Mathieu are being far more interesting than you."
Brett just laughs, "I love a challenge." He licks at the tip of Igor's cock again, swiping up the come that was threatening to slide down the side of his dick, wasted, to Brett's mind.
Brett deep throats Igor's cock again, sliding his finger into his mouth as well so it is wet from spit.
Brett runs his finger lightly across Igor's hole, dipping his head between Igor's spread legs his blows a puff of air across Igor's entrance laughing when the older man shakes a bit.
"Bastard." Igor says laughing, "I'll get you for that."
"You're too busy watching your movie to get me." Brett smirks back; then slowly runs his finger around the outside of Igor before sliding the tip carefully in.
Brett smiles at the sigh he hears and leaning down licks around his finger, under his tongue he feels Igor tense up a bit. Pulling his hand away he flicks his tongue slightly into his slightly stretched opening. He licks his lips quickly so they are wet as well and presses a few soft kisses to Igor's entrance until he feels Igor relax and sink against the bed.
As soon as Brett feels Igor's fingers relax over the back on his head again, he gently slides his tongue into Igor, a little bit deeper this time.
Brett mentally smiles as Igor tries to slide his fingers in to his hair, but it's a little bit to short for that. Brett smiles and slides his tongue deeply into Igor. Igor gasps something in Russian, Brett pulls back enough to lick around the outside of Igor again, making sure he is wet before pushing his thumb into him.
He pushes his ass closer to Brett and whispers, "I want your mouth again," gasping as Brett swallows around his dick.
Brett lets Igor's dick slide out of his mouth and slides his finger into Igor as well. He kisses the skin on the inside of Igor's thighs, feeling the older man tremble. Brett sucks some of the flesh at the juncture of his thigh and groin into his mouth, running his teeth over Igor, sucking the skin hard enough that he is sure there is a bruise forming.
Brett looks up and Igor has slid down the headboard, the muscles of his legs straining as he pushes himself toward Brett.
"Gotcha." Brett says, looking over his shoulder to the three men sleeping in a tangle on the video, well two sleeping, Chris is petting Jiri's hair as the younger man leans against this chest, Mathieu curled up in a ball next to the two of them.
"You got me." Igor agrees in a thick voice. "So now fuck me."
Brett laughs and pulls Igor's hips down the bed and without anymore asking slides himself into Igor.
"So I win." Brett whispers into Igor's ear as he waits for the other man to adjust to him, "I wanna hear you say that."
"I win." Igor replies.
"Ok stopping now." Brett withdraws so he is pressed against Igor's entrance; pushing against Igor's hole, but not sliding in.
"Hey!" Igor tries to push himself back but Brett holds his hips firmly.
"Now you know you didn't say that right Professor." Brett slides the tip of his dick into Igor rocking his hips slightly so he edges just a tiny bit into Igor. "Say it Iggy."
"Breeeet." Igor gasps out. "You bastard."
"Sweet-talking me will get you no where. Say. It."
"You win you prick." Igor says grumpily but his eyes are twinkling, "now will you please… Oh god, like that." Brett slams his hips forward as Igor shoves back. It is a hard fast orgasm after an afternoon of teasing and Brett flops forward onto Igor feeling wiped out.
"That was pretty damn outstanding. Tell me why did we wait that long?" Brett asks idly nuzzling the skin of Igor's neck and enjoying the older mans giggling twitching reactions.
"We are both fucking stupid."
The two lie there for a moment basking a bit in the afterglow of an agreeable afternoon. "I hate that Steve was right, he's going to be fucking obnoxious now." Brett says lazily to break the silence.
"Brett?" Igor replies.
"Yeah, what?"
"You do realise I came first? So I won."
"We came at the same time."
"No, I was first, so once again, I win. Sorry Brett."
"Yeah but I let you."
"Bullshit."
"Ok, you came first, you're the man Iggy." Brett smirks.
Igor rolls over on his side and looks at Brett carefully. "What did you say?"
"I said, you won, you're the man. Wanna have a nap, and then maybe fuck again?" Brett says cherrily.
"What do you mean you 'let me'.?"
"Oh, just making conversation, we don't have to nap you know." Brett smirk becomes smirker and he drops his hand on Igor's hip and slide down over his thigh.
"Tell me what you're up to." Igor says flatly.
"Fine." Brett grins. "I let you win, but I only did it because I feel guilty about moving all your chess pieces around downstairs."
Igor rolls on his back and stares at the ceiling, obviously lost in deep thought. Then with great solemnity, and a stoic expression that does not in the slightest betray his intentions he picks up a pillow from beside Brett and begins to smack him with it.
The video itself fades to black with Igor tackling Brett as he attempts to flee off the bed.
"Your ass is so mine Hull." Igor yells grabbing Brett around the waist.
"Well fuck." Brett's blue eyes twinkle. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Slut." Igor says.
"Insatiable slut." Brett replies laughing merrily and kissing the slighter man as they fall back on the bed.