Fic: Mine and Mine Only
Title: Mine And Mine Only
Pairing: Mike Modano/Brett Hull; Sean Avery
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true
Summary: Mike's a little possessive
Stepping out of the fresh air and into the stale warm one, Mike runs quick fingers through his hair, mussing it up in the right way. Dressed in all black, with the top buttons of his silk shirt undone, Mike makes his way through the noisy private club. Immediately his gaze falls on Brett clad in a pristine white button down with black pinstriped pants. He’s not alone though. No, he’s talking to Sean and seems to enjoying himself as he laughs and places his hand on his forearm. The place is filled with his teammates but Mike doesn’t move, just watches with quiet jealously. Brett looks relaxed, like nothing major like a breakup occurred his week. No, he’s smiling, cock and confident, waving his hand that isn’t occupied waving around in excitement. Sean leans in, smirk on his lips, as he whispers something into Brett’s ear, causing him to burst out in laughter. Mike clenches his jaw.
“I invited him ,so play nice.”
Mike turns around and is enveloped in a short hug with Brendan, who offers him a glass of amber colored liquor. He takes it with a slight smile, waving his hand and glass in the direction of the subjects of their conversation.
“Now why the hell would you go and do something like that?”
Brendan smiles, taking a sip of his own drink. “Because I know you’re a civil guy. And despite whatever Brett or Avery may pull, you won’t do shit to jeopardize your reputation or the team’s.” He pauses and looks direct at Mike. “As much as we might not like it, he is apart of the team.”
Mike gives him a slight smile as he brings his glass to his lips. He lets the liquid sit on his tongue for a few seconds, allowing the bitterness wash over his senses. “If he tries anything with Brett, he’s done.”
The quiet tone of his voice worries Brendan. “Mike, I don’t want any problems tonight.”
“Then tell Avery to get his hands off my… Brett. Or else I will.”
“Mike, you’re not known to make threats. Don’t start tonight.”
They watch their surroundings in silence for a moment until Brendan pushes Mike’s shoulders and steers him towards the bar. After draining their respective drinks, Brendan orders them a round of shots which are gone with a salute to each other. Mike leans on the bar, his eyes still on Brett and Sean.
{*}
“You’re fucking impossible, you know that?”
“Me?!” Brett shouts, face turning slightly red. “You’re the one that can’t make up your fucking mind. Always switching shit on me. You’re worse than a chick.”
Mike takes a step towards Brett. “You know what, Brett? You can go fuck yourself. I’m done.” Their noses are almost touching, so close that they can feel the heat radiating from each other’s body.
“Yeah? So am I. I was so fucking done months ago.”
Mike’s shoulders fall back a little, head tilting to the side. “Then why the fuck are you still here?”
Brett’s not backing down though. “I’m serious, Mike. I’m done. I can’t handle your bullshit.”
Mike lets out a laugh, low and hollow. “Make this my fault, so typical of you.” He moves away towards the window, watching the trees sway faintly with the wind. He turns around, a blank stare mares his features. “You know where the door is.”
Brett opens his mouth, but closes it quickly, shaking his head. He leaves, as does Mike, needing clean fresh air, while all the words they really want to say still linger on their lips.
{*{
The party’s heating up, liquor flowing easily as bodies mould, bump and grind together. Brett’s off to the side, sitting in the lounge with Sean but fully aware of Mike’s eyes on him. He’s playing it up, placing his hand on Sean’s thigh, purposely brushing his fingers against Sean’s when he offers him a drink. After all, life is just one gigantic game, is it not? Brett wants to play his to the fullest.
Sean leans in close, trying to make himself heard over the raw beat, when the scent of Mike’s spicy cologne fills his senses. He looks up, finally coming face to face with the man that’s been following him all night.
“I need to talk to you.”
Brett smirks. “Go on then.” He can see Mike clench his jaw, it makes him smile wider.
“In private, Brett. Now.”
Mike feels a hand on his upper arm and he turns to see Sean’s grinning face. “ Can’t share it with me, Mo?”
“Stay the fuck out of this.” He turns back to Brett. “Now.” His fingers reach for Brett’s arms, only to be pushed away.
“He doesn’t want to talk to you, Modano. Take a fucking hint.”
It only takes a split second for Mike’s fist to fly out, connect with Sean’s jaw and send his head and body to jerk back. He doesn’t care though. Grasping Brett’s arm again, Mike marches then towards the exit, not stopping until they’re in the back alley and he’s got Brett pressed against the brick wall of the building.
“What the fuck do you-”
Words are cut off by insistent lips as Mike’s mouth devours Brett’s, fingers digging into flesh. Mike pulls Brett’s shirt out of his pants, reveling in the feel of warm familiar skin. Fingers trail upward quickly and toy with Brett’s nipples. He’s got him moaning in seconds. One hand trails in the opposite direction and settles on the waistband of Brett’s dress pants. Mike breaks the kiss to bring his lips close to Brett’s ear.
“Don’t you ever fucking do that again, Brett.”
His fingers begin to move, expertly undoing the button and slip inside. Brett lets out a moan, his head connecting with the solid wall behind him as Mike wraps his hand around him.
“Mike” His voice his more of a whisper, breathy.
Mike crushes their lips together again, lust overtaking their senses. All thoughts about speaking to Brett are far from his mind right now.
“You’re mine, Brett. Don’t do that shit.” The words are interspersed with bites.
“Ok” It’s all Brett can manage, especially when Mike’s twisting his wrist like that. Mike’s lips lick, and kiss and bite his neck and he thinks he’s going to explode.
“I don’t know why we put up with each other but you’re mine.” He tugs on Brett’s earlobe with his teeth. “And I’m yours.”
Mike can feel Brett tense underneath him, his muscle bunch up, as he comes into Mike’s hand, moaning against Mike’s shoulder.
When Mike pulls away he sees Brett smirking. “Fuck, Mike. All Sean and I were doing was talking.”
Pairing: Mike Modano/Brett Hull; Sean Avery
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true
Summary: Mike's a little possessive
Stepping out of the fresh air and into the stale warm one, Mike runs quick fingers through his hair, mussing it up in the right way. Dressed in all black, with the top buttons of his silk shirt undone, Mike makes his way through the noisy private club. Immediately his gaze falls on Brett clad in a pristine white button down with black pinstriped pants. He’s not alone though. No, he’s talking to Sean and seems to enjoying himself as he laughs and places his hand on his forearm. The place is filled with his teammates but Mike doesn’t move, just watches with quiet jealously. Brett looks relaxed, like nothing major like a breakup occurred his week. No, he’s smiling, cock and confident, waving his hand that isn’t occupied waving around in excitement. Sean leans in, smirk on his lips, as he whispers something into Brett’s ear, causing him to burst out in laughter. Mike clenches his jaw.
“I invited him ,so play nice.”
Mike turns around and is enveloped in a short hug with Brendan, who offers him a glass of amber colored liquor. He takes it with a slight smile, waving his hand and glass in the direction of the subjects of their conversation.
“Now why the hell would you go and do something like that?”
Brendan smiles, taking a sip of his own drink. “Because I know you’re a civil guy. And despite whatever Brett or Avery may pull, you won’t do shit to jeopardize your reputation or the team’s.” He pauses and looks direct at Mike. “As much as we might not like it, he is apart of the team.”
Mike gives him a slight smile as he brings his glass to his lips. He lets the liquid sit on his tongue for a few seconds, allowing the bitterness wash over his senses. “If he tries anything with Brett, he’s done.”
The quiet tone of his voice worries Brendan. “Mike, I don’t want any problems tonight.”
“Then tell Avery to get his hands off my… Brett. Or else I will.”
“Mike, you’re not known to make threats. Don’t start tonight.”
They watch their surroundings in silence for a moment until Brendan pushes Mike’s shoulders and steers him towards the bar. After draining their respective drinks, Brendan orders them a round of shots which are gone with a salute to each other. Mike leans on the bar, his eyes still on Brett and Sean.
{*}
“You’re fucking impossible, you know that?”
“Me?!” Brett shouts, face turning slightly red. “You’re the one that can’t make up your fucking mind. Always switching shit on me. You’re worse than a chick.”
Mike takes a step towards Brett. “You know what, Brett? You can go fuck yourself. I’m done.” Their noses are almost touching, so close that they can feel the heat radiating from each other’s body.
“Yeah? So am I. I was so fucking done months ago.”
Mike’s shoulders fall back a little, head tilting to the side. “Then why the fuck are you still here?”
Brett’s not backing down though. “I’m serious, Mike. I’m done. I can’t handle your bullshit.”
Mike lets out a laugh, low and hollow. “Make this my fault, so typical of you.” He moves away towards the window, watching the trees sway faintly with the wind. He turns around, a blank stare mares his features. “You know where the door is.”
Brett opens his mouth, but closes it quickly, shaking his head. He leaves, as does Mike, needing clean fresh air, while all the words they really want to say still linger on their lips.
{*{
The party’s heating up, liquor flowing easily as bodies mould, bump and grind together. Brett’s off to the side, sitting in the lounge with Sean but fully aware of Mike’s eyes on him. He’s playing it up, placing his hand on Sean’s thigh, purposely brushing his fingers against Sean’s when he offers him a drink. After all, life is just one gigantic game, is it not? Brett wants to play his to the fullest.
Sean leans in close, trying to make himself heard over the raw beat, when the scent of Mike’s spicy cologne fills his senses. He looks up, finally coming face to face with the man that’s been following him all night.
“I need to talk to you.”
Brett smirks. “Go on then.” He can see Mike clench his jaw, it makes him smile wider.
“In private, Brett. Now.”
Mike feels a hand on his upper arm and he turns to see Sean’s grinning face. “ Can’t share it with me, Mo?”
“Stay the fuck out of this.” He turns back to Brett. “Now.” His fingers reach for Brett’s arms, only to be pushed away.
“He doesn’t want to talk to you, Modano. Take a fucking hint.”
It only takes a split second for Mike’s fist to fly out, connect with Sean’s jaw and send his head and body to jerk back. He doesn’t care though. Grasping Brett’s arm again, Mike marches then towards the exit, not stopping until they’re in the back alley and he’s got Brett pressed against the brick wall of the building.
“What the fuck do you-”
Words are cut off by insistent lips as Mike’s mouth devours Brett’s, fingers digging into flesh. Mike pulls Brett’s shirt out of his pants, reveling in the feel of warm familiar skin. Fingers trail upward quickly and toy with Brett’s nipples. He’s got him moaning in seconds. One hand trails in the opposite direction and settles on the waistband of Brett’s dress pants. Mike breaks the kiss to bring his lips close to Brett’s ear.
“Don’t you ever fucking do that again, Brett.”
His fingers begin to move, expertly undoing the button and slip inside. Brett lets out a moan, his head connecting with the solid wall behind him as Mike wraps his hand around him.
“Mike” His voice his more of a whisper, breathy.
Mike crushes their lips together again, lust overtaking their senses. All thoughts about speaking to Brett are far from his mind right now.
“You’re mine, Brett. Don’t do that shit.” The words are interspersed with bites.
“Ok” It’s all Brett can manage, especially when Mike’s twisting his wrist like that. Mike’s lips lick, and kiss and bite his neck and he thinks he’s going to explode.
“I don’t know why we put up with each other but you’re mine.” He tugs on Brett’s earlobe with his teeth. “And I’m yours.”
Mike can feel Brett tense underneath him, his muscle bunch up, as he comes into Mike’s hand, moaning against Mike’s shoulder.
When Mike pulls away he sees Brett smirking. “Fuck, Mike. All Sean and I were doing was talking.”