In his defense, Brandon had tried.

He’d stopped groping Nik after goals, and he no longer draped himself all over him when they were on the bench. He’d even cleaned up his act away from the cameras, on long bus or plane  rides  when he’d used to snuggle up to Nik and pass out on his shoulder. He very purposefully and carefully ceased and ( Read more... )

                You moan as firm fingers curl around your hip, arching your back and swaying into the touch. Purple bruising from the hit you took during the game discolors your skin from ribcage to thigh, and his hand is pressing right down onto the tender flesh. It’s completely intentional, and you shiver at the throbbing ache that runs through ( Read more... )

Title: Endurance
Genre: smutty smut
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: orgasm denial/control
Players: Sergei Fedorov/Nikolai Zherdev
Content notes: none

( Endurance )

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We didn't even make it past the door.

I mean, we tried, we really did. Kept our hands off each other during the ride to Gilbert's apartment, didn't touch when we went through the downstairs foyer or up the elevator or down the hall. But then I had to wait and watch as Gil fumbled with his keys, that intense gaze of his narrowing in a ( Read more... )

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I could hear Jonathan shivering. The night was silent and still and I could hear him trembling, shaking beneath the blankets of his hotel bed; his teeth chattering violently and quiet little whimpers escaping him as the snow fell softly outside. I didn't feel the chill as deeply as he obviously did, but then I had more bodyfat than he; the ( Read more... )

          The room was cold.

Sergei’s knees ached as they pressed against the unforgiving concrete floor, pinned beneath him as he knelt. The air in the basement room was stale, chill, raising goosebumps on his bare arms and prickling the hairs on the back of his neck. His wrists were trapped behind him with a length of rope, the rough ( Read more... )

          I never much liked the All Star breaks. Even when I was actually on the team, I wasn’t too fond of the idea-they broke the rhythm of the season, changed the momentum. I know some guys enjoy the time to rest and recuperate, but for me, I always just wanted to get back to playing real hockey.

“Would you care for a martini, sir?”
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          I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten to this point. After yet another shitty practice, Sergei had just given me a Look; one that said, ‘Come. Now.’ He was older, he was wiser, and I might be stronger but he sure as hell could outwit me any day, so I just nodded dumbly and went along.

And I had ended up here, in Sergei’s apartment. ( Read more... )

          “Ammo! Ammo! Beechie, give me ammo!-crap!”

Toby swore, glaring at the television screen and the pathetically blinking ‘0’ that indicated his health count. He cast a sour look at his friend, aka teammate, aka room-mate, aka the-person-that-just-got-him-killed. Kris’s eyes were bright and fixed on the TV, a wild grin on lips that ( Read more... )

          Rusty is in the midst of retrieving his forgotten gear from the trainer’s room when he hears the noises.

Soft moans. Murmured voices. Breathy gasps and the wet sound of lips on lips on flesh. And it’s coming from the locker room-the supposedly vacant locker room, since as far as he knows only a few other players were still ( Read more... )