iPod Shuffle / Pandora Drabbles - No. 2
Title : Shuffle Drabbles
Author : Russian Torque
Team/Pairing : Montreal Canadiens [Halak/Price] ; Washington Capitals [Arnott/Semin, Ovechkin/Semin, Green/Semin, Ovechkin/Perreault], Chicago Blackhawks [Keith/Toews]
Words : 1,300~
Overall Rating/Warning : PG -> NC-17 - Language, M/M, Angst, Asphyxiation, Drug Use
the knife - marble house
halak|price
«you close my eyes and soothe my ears
you heal my wounds and dry my tears
on the inside of this marble house i grow
and the seeds i sow will grow up prisoners too
the moment we believe that we have never met
another kind of love it’s easy to forget
when we are all alone then we do both agree
we have a thing in common this was meant to be»
They end up at some obscure club in the depths of downtown Montreal after their game. The playoffs just started and Carey is starting to burn out, and fast. He doesn’t really know where Jaro gets all the energy he uses in net from. Even though they’ve both heard the whispers from management for weeks, that Jaro will probably be traded, the Slovak goalie just tries harder and harder.
It’s heartbreaking.
But they don’t think about that at the clubs because the music is playing so loud Carey can feel the beat overwhelming his heart, forcing it pound in unison.
It’s a filthy, dark club- the kind people go to when they wanna have a trip and get high as fuck. They’re giving in to their own form of high now- grinding against each other to the shitty techno trance that blasts from behind the soundboard. The DJ is barely even standing up straight, but no one notices.
Jaro bites hard into Carey’s shoulder, his hands sliding into the Canadian’s back pockets and squeezing his ass roughly. Carey just rolls his hips into it, his hands coming up to guide Jaro’s mouth towards his own.
When they kiss, it’s like glass shattering- a vase shattering against a wall or a car crashing into a store window. It’s disastrous with too much biting and not enough lips or tongue, but the important thing is that they both feel it because this late in the game, feeling is a luxury they can no longer afford.
X x X x X
trentemoller ft. ane trolle - moan
semin|ovechkin ; semin|green
«i’ve been thinking too much about you
i’ve been staring at the floor
i’ve listened to all the tunes i love
but they made me feel quite blue»Sasha doesn’t know what made him do it, all he knows is that the room ceiling looks like the ocean and he can’t really feel his face. His fingers are tingling, his stomach turned to butterflies, and Ovie looks a little like Mike Green sitting on the couch from the middle of the living room floor.
It’s a strange sensation when he reaches out to the ash tray and takes the messily rolled up joint between his fingers again. It’s burned out by now, so he pries the lighter from Alex’s steel grip and lights up. He inhales a bit harder than he should and he ends up coughing and giggling at the same time.
The joint finds its way back into it’s little plate after he takes along drag, holding it in his mouth as he climbs up on the couch and into Alex’s lap. The Captain is too far gone to care until Sasha’s lips are pressed against his and there’s smoke passing between their mouths.
Alex inhales it easily enough and breathes it back out slowly, eyes exiting their glaze long enough to realize it’s Sasha sitting in his lap.
“The fuck are you doing?” he slurs, “I don’t like-”
He’s cut off by Sasha’s tongue, sliding between his lips and ravaging his mouth. It’s messy as hell and Alex kisses back out of sheer reflex until Sasha pries himself away and collapses on his chest.
“I was pretending you were Greenie,” comes the dejected admission, surly and muffled.
Alex sighs and starts rubbing small circles on the small of Sasha’s back.
“I figured as much.”
X x X x X
xiu xui - hello from eau clair
keith|toews
«i can loose my own tie knot
i can button up my own pants
i can buy my own cigarettes
i can pluck my own mustache»
The minute the door slams open a bit too hard and the handle leaves a dent in the wall, Duncan knows he’s had a little too much to drink. So he slams it shut just as hard and goes meandering into Tazer’s house as if he owns the place.
Lights turn on almost immediately and Johnny comes out into the hall with a sheet around his waist, hair disheveled and baseball bat in hand. Duncan laughs at the sight, he can’t help it. The captain, on the other hand, hardly even flinches.
“What the fuck are you doing here Duncs?” he asks groggily, tossing the bat back into his room and yawning, “I didn’t give you a spare key so you could surprise me at ass o’clock in the morning.”
Duncan shrugs and takes a few wobbly steps in Tazer’s general direction only to tumble directly into the wall. He slides down slowly until his back is against it, arms hanging limp at his sides and eyes starting to close.
He has no idea why he picked Johnny’s house, or even why he got this drunk. It just seemed like a good idea at the time.
And it’s still a good idea because he can feel Johnny crouching down next to him and the warmth of his hand on his shoulder when the captain tries to shake him into sobriety.
“Come on, get on the couch at least,” Johnny tries to reason with him, but Duncan’s already passed out.
The captain rolls his eyes and contemplates dragging Keith to the couch, but decides it isn’t worth the effort and just leaves him the sheet as a blanket instead. At least it’ll make for a good laugh in the morning.
X x X x X
crystal castles - vanished
ovechkin|perreault
«The smell of your sweat, Just lures me in
Your heartbeat, Does sing to me
Running feet, Beats my blood
My ghost inside you, Soon will be»
The bed creaks loudly with every sharp snap of Alex’s hips, driving himself further and further into the lithe Canadian writhing on his bed. He doesn’t feel bad when Mathieu cries out, voice a mess of pained whimpers and choked breaths, because Matty asked for this- practically begged for it.
Alex grinds hard, his hipbones rubbing against Matty’s sweat-slicked skin like a puzzle piece meant to go there. He doesn’t touch the throbbing need between Matty’s legs, evading it in favor of scratching his blunt finger nails along the sensitive skin of the Canadian’s belly. The noise it draws out of Matty is a pathetic whine and he arches up into the touch, trying to get Alex’s nails deeper- to the blood beneath the skin.
But Alex trails his hand further up instead, fingers leading the way up to his neck where his thumb presses into the delicate dip at the base of his throat. Matty swallows and his adam’s apple slides under the pad of Alex’s thumb.
“You sure?” Alex asks, the first words he’s uttered since they found themselves naked and rutting in his bedroom.
Mathieu’s eyes are black, tone steady when he speaks, “Do it.”
Alex doesn’t bother to hide the smirk from his lips, he just shifts all his weight into his arm as he starts applying slow pressure to Matty’s throat. The change in the Canadien is instant, his eyes flutter shut and he whines, the sound convoluted as his airway slowly closes.
And then Alex is fucking him so hard it hurts and he’s spilling between their bodies--
Matty jolts up in bed, an uncomfortable wetness on his stomach and hair damp with sweat in his eyes. The clock on his bedside table reads 6 AM and his alarm is ringing. Just the start of another day that will be just as unfulfilling as the last.
X x X x X
amos lee - sweet pea
arnott|semin
«sweet pea, what’s all of this about?
don’t get your way, all you do is fuss and pout
you’re the only reason i keep on coming home»
The first time Sasha woke up cold and uncovered, he reached over to Jason’s side of the bed and yanked at a corner of the blanket until he got enough to cover himself. It wasn’t too annoying, that sort of thing just happened sometimes and he fell back asleep.
The second time, the sensation of being cold and naked was accompanied with a sharp kick to his shin and Sasha actually contemplated kicking the other man out of bed for a moment before deciding it was kind of cute.
He tried a different tactic that time- scooting closer to Jason and warming up that way. It was the middle of March and Washington weather was about as reliable as Alex’s slap shot after all. Jason grumbled a little in his sleep, but allowed himself to be maneuvered into sharing some of the blankets.
The third time Sasha woke up, it was nearly two in the morning and Jason had head butted him directly in the nose. It was an unconscious gesture and he couldn’t be held accountable, but that didn’t stop Sasha from wanting to handcuff him to his side of the bed and steal all the blankets for himself.
That just wasn’t the appropriate thing to do though, so he nudged Jason in the side with his elbow until the older man woke up, and then he slowed his breathing and pretended to be asleep. The bed shifted and he felt an arm wrap around his middle and it was triumph at last because they both managed to fall, and stay, asleep.
The fourth time Sasha woke up, it was because Jason’s stupid alarm clock was going off and the older forward wasn’t even in bed to turn it off. Sasha growled and cursed at nothing in particular, pulled the thing straight out of the wall, and left it on Jason’s pillow as a subtle reminder.
He slid out of bed and padded his way to the master bathroom, the sound of the shower coming subtly through the door. Jason’s silhouette was clearly visible through the fogged glass and he poked his head out with a smile when he realized Sasha was in the room.
“Good morn-”
The greeting turned into a high pitched yelp halfway through as Sasha reached over and flushed the toilet, turning the warm shower water into a variable volcano of boiling hot water. No one could ever dispute that payback was a bitch.
X x X x X
Author : Russian Torque
Team/Pairing : Montreal Canadiens [Halak/Price] ; Washington Capitals [Arnott/Semin, Ovechkin/Semin, Green/Semin, Ovechkin/Perreault], Chicago Blackhawks [Keith/Toews]
Words : 1,300~
Overall Rating/Warning : PG -> NC-17 - Language, M/M, Angst, Asphyxiation, Drug Use
the knife - marble house
halak|price
«you close my eyes and soothe my ears
you heal my wounds and dry my tears
on the inside of this marble house i grow
and the seeds i sow will grow up prisoners too
the moment we believe that we have never met
another kind of love it’s easy to forget
when we are all alone then we do both agree
we have a thing in common this was meant to be»
They end up at some obscure club in the depths of downtown Montreal after their game. The playoffs just started and Carey is starting to burn out, and fast. He doesn’t really know where Jaro gets all the energy he uses in net from. Even though they’ve both heard the whispers from management for weeks, that Jaro will probably be traded, the Slovak goalie just tries harder and harder.
It’s heartbreaking.
But they don’t think about that at the clubs because the music is playing so loud Carey can feel the beat overwhelming his heart, forcing it pound in unison.
It’s a filthy, dark club- the kind people go to when they wanna have a trip and get high as fuck. They’re giving in to their own form of high now- grinding against each other to the shitty techno trance that blasts from behind the soundboard. The DJ is barely even standing up straight, but no one notices.
Jaro bites hard into Carey’s shoulder, his hands sliding into the Canadian’s back pockets and squeezing his ass roughly. Carey just rolls his hips into it, his hands coming up to guide Jaro’s mouth towards his own.
When they kiss, it’s like glass shattering- a vase shattering against a wall or a car crashing into a store window. It’s disastrous with too much biting and not enough lips or tongue, but the important thing is that they both feel it because this late in the game, feeling is a luxury they can no longer afford.
X x X x X
trentemoller ft. ane trolle - moan
semin|ovechkin ; semin|green
«i’ve been thinking too much about you
i’ve been staring at the floor
i’ve listened to all the tunes i love
but they made me feel quite blue»Sasha doesn’t know what made him do it, all he knows is that the room ceiling looks like the ocean and he can’t really feel his face. His fingers are tingling, his stomach turned to butterflies, and Ovie looks a little like Mike Green sitting on the couch from the middle of the living room floor.
It’s a strange sensation when he reaches out to the ash tray and takes the messily rolled up joint between his fingers again. It’s burned out by now, so he pries the lighter from Alex’s steel grip and lights up. He inhales a bit harder than he should and he ends up coughing and giggling at the same time.
The joint finds its way back into it’s little plate after he takes along drag, holding it in his mouth as he climbs up on the couch and into Alex’s lap. The Captain is too far gone to care until Sasha’s lips are pressed against his and there’s smoke passing between their mouths.
Alex inhales it easily enough and breathes it back out slowly, eyes exiting their glaze long enough to realize it’s Sasha sitting in his lap.
“The fuck are you doing?” he slurs, “I don’t like-”
He’s cut off by Sasha’s tongue, sliding between his lips and ravaging his mouth. It’s messy as hell and Alex kisses back out of sheer reflex until Sasha pries himself away and collapses on his chest.
“I was pretending you were Greenie,” comes the dejected admission, surly and muffled.
Alex sighs and starts rubbing small circles on the small of Sasha’s back.
“I figured as much.”
X x X x X
xiu xui - hello from eau clair
keith|toews
«i can loose my own tie knot
i can button up my own pants
i can buy my own cigarettes
i can pluck my own mustache»
The minute the door slams open a bit too hard and the handle leaves a dent in the wall, Duncan knows he’s had a little too much to drink. So he slams it shut just as hard and goes meandering into Tazer’s house as if he owns the place.
Lights turn on almost immediately and Johnny comes out into the hall with a sheet around his waist, hair disheveled and baseball bat in hand. Duncan laughs at the sight, he can’t help it. The captain, on the other hand, hardly even flinches.
“What the fuck are you doing here Duncs?” he asks groggily, tossing the bat back into his room and yawning, “I didn’t give you a spare key so you could surprise me at ass o’clock in the morning.”
Duncan shrugs and takes a few wobbly steps in Tazer’s general direction only to tumble directly into the wall. He slides down slowly until his back is against it, arms hanging limp at his sides and eyes starting to close.
He has no idea why he picked Johnny’s house, or even why he got this drunk. It just seemed like a good idea at the time.
And it’s still a good idea because he can feel Johnny crouching down next to him and the warmth of his hand on his shoulder when the captain tries to shake him into sobriety.
“Come on, get on the couch at least,” Johnny tries to reason with him, but Duncan’s already passed out.
The captain rolls his eyes and contemplates dragging Keith to the couch, but decides it isn’t worth the effort and just leaves him the sheet as a blanket instead. At least it’ll make for a good laugh in the morning.
X x X x X
crystal castles - vanished
ovechkin|perreault
«The smell of your sweat, Just lures me in
Your heartbeat, Does sing to me
Running feet, Beats my blood
My ghost inside you, Soon will be»
The bed creaks loudly with every sharp snap of Alex’s hips, driving himself further and further into the lithe Canadian writhing on his bed. He doesn’t feel bad when Mathieu cries out, voice a mess of pained whimpers and choked breaths, because Matty asked for this- practically begged for it.
Alex grinds hard, his hipbones rubbing against Matty’s sweat-slicked skin like a puzzle piece meant to go there. He doesn’t touch the throbbing need between Matty’s legs, evading it in favor of scratching his blunt finger nails along the sensitive skin of the Canadian’s belly. The noise it draws out of Matty is a pathetic whine and he arches up into the touch, trying to get Alex’s nails deeper- to the blood beneath the skin.
But Alex trails his hand further up instead, fingers leading the way up to his neck where his thumb presses into the delicate dip at the base of his throat. Matty swallows and his adam’s apple slides under the pad of Alex’s thumb.
“You sure?” Alex asks, the first words he’s uttered since they found themselves naked and rutting in his bedroom.
Mathieu’s eyes are black, tone steady when he speaks, “Do it.”
Alex doesn’t bother to hide the smirk from his lips, he just shifts all his weight into his arm as he starts applying slow pressure to Matty’s throat. The change in the Canadien is instant, his eyes flutter shut and he whines, the sound convoluted as his airway slowly closes.
And then Alex is fucking him so hard it hurts and he’s spilling between their bodies--
Matty jolts up in bed, an uncomfortable wetness on his stomach and hair damp with sweat in his eyes. The clock on his bedside table reads 6 AM and his alarm is ringing. Just the start of another day that will be just as unfulfilling as the last.
X x X x X
amos lee - sweet pea
arnott|semin
«sweet pea, what’s all of this about?
don’t get your way, all you do is fuss and pout
you’re the only reason i keep on coming home»
The first time Sasha woke up cold and uncovered, he reached over to Jason’s side of the bed and yanked at a corner of the blanket until he got enough to cover himself. It wasn’t too annoying, that sort of thing just happened sometimes and he fell back asleep.
The second time, the sensation of being cold and naked was accompanied with a sharp kick to his shin and Sasha actually contemplated kicking the other man out of bed for a moment before deciding it was kind of cute.
He tried a different tactic that time- scooting closer to Jason and warming up that way. It was the middle of March and Washington weather was about as reliable as Alex’s slap shot after all. Jason grumbled a little in his sleep, but allowed himself to be maneuvered into sharing some of the blankets.
The third time Sasha woke up, it was nearly two in the morning and Jason had head butted him directly in the nose. It was an unconscious gesture and he couldn’t be held accountable, but that didn’t stop Sasha from wanting to handcuff him to his side of the bed and steal all the blankets for himself.
That just wasn’t the appropriate thing to do though, so he nudged Jason in the side with his elbow until the older man woke up, and then he slowed his breathing and pretended to be asleep. The bed shifted and he felt an arm wrap around his middle and it was triumph at last because they both managed to fall, and stay, asleep.
The fourth time Sasha woke up, it was because Jason’s stupid alarm clock was going off and the older forward wasn’t even in bed to turn it off. Sasha growled and cursed at nothing in particular, pulled the thing straight out of the wall, and left it on Jason’s pillow as a subtle reminder.
He slid out of bed and padded his way to the master bathroom, the sound of the shower coming subtly through the door. Jason’s silhouette was clearly visible through the fogged glass and he poked his head out with a smile when he realized Sasha was in the room.
“Good morn-”
The greeting turned into a high pitched yelp halfway through as Sasha reached over and flushed the toilet, turning the warm shower water into a variable volcano of boiling hot water. No one could ever dispute that payback was a bitch.
X x X x X