fic!
*sounds trumpets* In honour of Ryan Hollweg's birthday, I come bearing FIC! This has been in the works since October 22nd, and I'm just now finishing it. That's the epitome of 'lack of ficspiration.' :P Anyways, enjoy this fic, 'cause I never write this kind of fic. :)
TITLE: Predator Vs. Prey
AUTHOR: Jennie
CHARACTERS: Cam Janssen of the New Jersey Devils and Ryan Hollweg of the New York Rangers.
SUMMARY: Sometimes, the predator isn't as strong as he believes he is.
RATING: NC-17. This is smut-tastic. :P
DISCLAIMER: As far as I know, this is fiction.
A/N: I started this months and months ago with
_likeachemical_’s blessing, *finally* finished it in time for RYAN'S BIRTHDAY!!! I’m not normally a smut-writer, so constructive criticism is more than welcome. :)
It’s the thrill of the chase, the joy of catching a hunted animal after a long wait, that gets Ryan every time. Lust, not love, fuels his desire. Ryan has come to view sex more as a relief for his aching groin and less as a sign of unadulterated passion over the years, and he views this situation, this person, as nothing different. The rush that coarses through him when they drop the gloves, the feeling he gets when the fighting turns to tussling and their bodies smack against the ice, is merely a sign of Ryan’s desire to have sex. He has yet to understand why his penis reacts after each of their altercations, or why he seems to be the only one who makes Ryan visibly squirm during a game. But Ryan isn’t looking for answers; he’s looking to catch his prey.
It’s way past midnight, but Ryan doesn’t care. The moon is shining enough light on the front landing to guide Ryan to the small button, and he rings Cam's doorbell with newfound courage. "Ryan, what the fuck are you-" Ryan cuts Cam off with a shove into the wall adjacent to the door. The force of the shove rattles the cabinet nearest to the door, and Cam feels Ryan’s strong hands gripping at his shoulders. Ryan looks into Cam's eyes for just a second, before thrusting his tongue into Cam's mouth and rubbing his throbbing dick against Cam's muscled leg. Ryan lets his hands slide down Cam's arms, and rests them on the small of his back. He pulls Cam closer into his body and lets the contours of his body match with Cam's. Cam grabs onto Ryan's shoulder blade and digs his finger nails into Ryan's skin, hoping Ryan can feel it through his light t-shirt, now drenched with sweat. Ryan grabs hold of Cam's sides and pushes him forcefully onto a couch about ten feet from the door, then lets himself fall on top of Cam. Cam is always the leader, though, and wraps his leg around Ryan and flips him over using muscles in his legs that have been worked in situations like this before.
Ryan’s right leg is off of the couch, supporting the rest of his body, and his left leg is tucked into the small space between the back of the sofa and the cushions. As he finally gains complete support of his body, Cam’s hands grasp onto a chunk of Ryan’s hair. Ryan thrusts his tongue further into Cam’s mouth as a way to thank Cam for making him feel that good, but his penis is fully erect now, and threatening to break the zipper of his light-wash Levi’s. Ryan feels Cam’s hard on brush against his muscular thigh and he tightens his grip around Cam’s waist, hooking his fingers underneath the elastic of Cam’s worn sweatpants and yanking them down with a slight tug. Ryan lets his eyelids fall to relish in the moment and somehow quell the scream rising in his throat.
A light shines through his lids and Ryan can feel the sunlight warming his body, sticky with sweat and dried cum. He opens his eyes and blinks a few times, letting the feeling of sleep fall from his mind. Ryan looks down at his legs and notices how they’re tangled in sheets. His gaze falls and he sees the pair of boxer briefs hanging loosely from bare feet. Footsteps echo from down the hall and he sits up, seeing Cam for the first time this morning. Cam’s face flushes as he sees Ryan awake. He brings a hand to the back of his neck and rubs it in embarrassment, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. All at once, the events of last night flood Ryan’s mind, and he realizes his mistake. “Oh,” he says softly, his voice still hoarse with sleep, “I’m…that happens to me a lot. It wasn’t you.”
Cam lets his hand fall to his side and walks over to Ryan. He’s wearing bright red boxers that hang loose on his bony hips, but stretch tight across his toned thighs. “That’s never happened to me before,” Cam replies in his typical husky voice.
Ryan quickly pulls his underwear up and stands with a start. His face is beginning to match the colour of Cam’s boxers and his body language is mirroring that of his supposed rival on the ice. “I’m really sorry. It’s just, I’ve been playing a lot recently and I just get really tired. Are you…”
Cam steps over pillows and sheets strewn across the carpeted floor and rests his hands on the small of his back. He looks down and smiles, portraying a modest side hidden behind his aggressive persona on the ice. “I’m flattered. I was so good last night that you had nothing left to do but fall asleep.” Ryan smirks and reaches a hand behind Cam’s back, pulling him into his scantily-clad body. Ryan lets his fingers fall in the spaces of Cam’s hands on his smooth skin and closes his eyes, willing his body to remain awake.
He may not be the violent predator he likes to believe he is. But, in the end, Ryan is still the animal that catches his prey, the animal that quenches his desires and gets what he wants. And, in the end, that's all that matters.
TITLE: Predator Vs. Prey
AUTHOR: Jennie
CHARACTERS: Cam Janssen of the New Jersey Devils and Ryan Hollweg of the New York Rangers.
SUMMARY: Sometimes, the predator isn't as strong as he believes he is.
RATING: NC-17. This is smut-tastic. :P
DISCLAIMER: As far as I know, this is fiction.
A/N: I started this months and months ago with
_likeachemical_’s blessing, *finally* finished it in time for RYAN'S BIRTHDAY!!! I’m not normally a smut-writer, so constructive criticism is more than welcome. :)
It’s the thrill of the chase, the joy of catching a hunted animal after a long wait, that gets Ryan every time. Lust, not love, fuels his desire. Ryan has come to view sex more as a relief for his aching groin and less as a sign of unadulterated passion over the years, and he views this situation, this person, as nothing different. The rush that coarses through him when they drop the gloves, the feeling he gets when the fighting turns to tussling and their bodies smack against the ice, is merely a sign of Ryan’s desire to have sex. He has yet to understand why his penis reacts after each of their altercations, or why he seems to be the only one who makes Ryan visibly squirm during a game. But Ryan isn’t looking for answers; he’s looking to catch his prey.
It’s way past midnight, but Ryan doesn’t care. The moon is shining enough light on the front landing to guide Ryan to the small button, and he rings Cam's doorbell with newfound courage. "Ryan, what the fuck are you-" Ryan cuts Cam off with a shove into the wall adjacent to the door. The force of the shove rattles the cabinet nearest to the door, and Cam feels Ryan’s strong hands gripping at his shoulders. Ryan looks into Cam's eyes for just a second, before thrusting his tongue into Cam's mouth and rubbing his throbbing dick against Cam's muscled leg. Ryan lets his hands slide down Cam's arms, and rests them on the small of his back. He pulls Cam closer into his body and lets the contours of his body match with Cam's. Cam grabs onto Ryan's shoulder blade and digs his finger nails into Ryan's skin, hoping Ryan can feel it through his light t-shirt, now drenched with sweat. Ryan grabs hold of Cam's sides and pushes him forcefully onto a couch about ten feet from the door, then lets himself fall on top of Cam. Cam is always the leader, though, and wraps his leg around Ryan and flips him over using muscles in his legs that have been worked in situations like this before.
Ryan’s right leg is off of the couch, supporting the rest of his body, and his left leg is tucked into the small space between the back of the sofa and the cushions. As he finally gains complete support of his body, Cam’s hands grasp onto a chunk of Ryan’s hair. Ryan thrusts his tongue further into Cam’s mouth as a way to thank Cam for making him feel that good, but his penis is fully erect now, and threatening to break the zipper of his light-wash Levi’s. Ryan feels Cam’s hard on brush against his muscular thigh and he tightens his grip around Cam’s waist, hooking his fingers underneath the elastic of Cam’s worn sweatpants and yanking them down with a slight tug. Ryan lets his eyelids fall to relish in the moment and somehow quell the scream rising in his throat.
A light shines through his lids and Ryan can feel the sunlight warming his body, sticky with sweat and dried cum. He opens his eyes and blinks a few times, letting the feeling of sleep fall from his mind. Ryan looks down at his legs and notices how they’re tangled in sheets. His gaze falls and he sees the pair of boxer briefs hanging loosely from bare feet. Footsteps echo from down the hall and he sits up, seeing Cam for the first time this morning. Cam’s face flushes as he sees Ryan awake. He brings a hand to the back of his neck and rubs it in embarrassment, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. All at once, the events of last night flood Ryan’s mind, and he realizes his mistake. “Oh,” he says softly, his voice still hoarse with sleep, “I’m…that happens to me a lot. It wasn’t you.”
Cam lets his hand fall to his side and walks over to Ryan. He’s wearing bright red boxers that hang loose on his bony hips, but stretch tight across his toned thighs. “That’s never happened to me before,” Cam replies in his typical husky voice.
Ryan quickly pulls his underwear up and stands with a start. His face is beginning to match the colour of Cam’s boxers and his body language is mirroring that of his supposed rival on the ice. “I’m really sorry. It’s just, I’ve been playing a lot recently and I just get really tired. Are you…”
Cam steps over pillows and sheets strewn across the carpeted floor and rests his hands on the small of his back. He looks down and smiles, portraying a modest side hidden behind his aggressive persona on the ice. “I’m flattered. I was so good last night that you had nothing left to do but fall asleep.” Ryan smirks and reaches a hand behind Cam’s back, pulling him into his scantily-clad body. Ryan lets his fingers fall in the spaces of Cam’s hands on his smooth skin and closes his eyes, willing his body to remain awake.
He may not be the violent predator he likes to believe he is. But, in the end, Ryan is still the animal that catches his prey, the animal that quenches his desires and gets what he wants. And, in the end, that's all that matters.