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I Should Make You Jealous More Often
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
NC-17
Danny/Ryan, slight Max/Tom
I don't know and don't own :(
"What're you doing? " inquired Daniel Briere as he noticed out of the corner of his eye his lover donning a pair of black jeans and a gray sweater, then combing his hair to perfection.
He popped another piece of popcorn in his mouth and turned his attention back to the game highlights he was watching, only watching slightly as Ryan turned from the mirror with his hands on his hips and said exasperatedly, "Getting ready for our date?"
Daniel choked, spewing buttery kernals everywhere. "We have a date tonight?"
Ryan rolled his eyes and turned back to the mirror, parting his hair to a perfect line and sighing. "Yes, Daniel, we have a date tonight...a double date with Maxim and Thomas, remember?"
Daniel flicked the clicker at the tv, effectively shutting it off and turning to face his lover completely. "No, I don't remember hearing this."
Ryan huffed. "Figures you can remember the dates of the stupid hockey games that aren't even ours but not ONE date out of the whole week to go on with me, " he stated indignantly, sounding very much like an angry housewife.
Daniel sat on the bed, still eating the popcorn, trying to digest all this, while Ryan stood in the doorway to their closet with his jacket over his arm, tapping his foot impatiently. "Well?", he finally asked snottily.
Daniel came out of his reverie with a confused expression. "Well, what?"
Ryan closed his eyes for strength, a nervous tick in his jaw making it obvious he was fiercely resisting the urge to strangle his clueless lover. "Why the hell haven't you gotten up and started getting ready yet?"
Daniel gulped and stood hurriedly. "Oh. Sorry." He stripped off his undershirt and sweats and donned a pair of dark denims and a maroon polo, slipping into his loafers and running to grab his own coat from the closet.
Ryan obviously still pissed, the two of them made their way out of the house and to the car, Daniel pleading for forgiveness while the goaltender stayed silent. They got in the car, still arguing, well... at least Danny was.
Ryan started the car and sped out of the driveway, still firmly ignoring his lover's heartfelt pleas even as they reached the restaurant where they were meeting the other couple.
Standing in the doorway, Ryan turned to his lover with golden fire dancing in his eyes and spoke swiftly and quietly. "You are NOT to embarrass me with your stupid begging, you understand? We will talk about this at home. You will be a perfect gentleman and let me do the talking while on this date. You shall not offend our friends in ANY way. Then, and ONLY then, will I think about forgiving you tonight."
Daniel hung his head, ashamed and feeling very guilty. "Okay, Ryan." He looked up hopefully, trying to meet his lover's eyes. "Can I at least have a kiss?"
Ryan's eyes burned with annoyance. "No, you will get nothing unless this date goes very well, not for a very long time."
Daniel's eyes about popped out of his head. "You'd withhold SEX? No, Ryan, please don't."
Ryan grinned with no small amount of malice. "Then you'll have to be good, won't you?" He straightened proudly and strode gracefully into the restaurant, Danny trailing behind him like a puppy who'd been caught pissing in his master's shoes.
They came upon the two men they were to meet, sitting on opposite sides of the table, glaring at nothing, their faces firmly turned from each other. Danny looked extremely anxious about going any further. "We could just leave now, " he whispered to Ryan, hope swirling in his eyes.
Ryan growled, "Enough. We're staying. You take the seat next to Max and I'll take Tom."
Danny's eyes were glued to the floor again as he muttered, "Okay." He made his way over to Maxim Afinogenov and sat in the chair next to him, watching his friend nervously.
"Hey, what's up, Max?"
The Russian grunted. "Thomas Vanek and Jaroslav Spacek is assholes." His eyes narrowed even more as he noticed Tom shoot him a dirty look. He stuck out his tongue and returned to glaring at the bad, bad air, not even noticing Ryan and Danny exchange worried glances.
Danny leant toward Max eagerly. "Yeah? Why is that?"
"I caught him when he was tongues fighting with Jaroslav." He pointed at Thomas and made a face. "He is mine, not other guy's!"
Danny lifted a brow. "How long have you been dating?"
Max looked confused, as though he doubted the relevance of the question. "We only start dating today."
Danny sighed. "Before or after he did this?"
Max thought hard. "A little after?"
Danny rolled his eyes."He was just trying to make you jealous, Max, and it worked...you asked him out, didn't you?"
"Yes....oh....well then, now I make him jealous. Come closer so you help." Danny threw his lover a quick, fearful glance and swallowed.
"'Kay....what do you want me to do?"
"Lean in and have tongue touch my neck right under my ear. I giggle, make it look real."
Danny gazed at Ryan anxiously, whispering, "Alright, I think I can do that." He leant over and buried his face in Maxim's neck, nuzzling and kissing it, grimacing unseen at Max's cute giggle, acting the part of loving his attentions. He sat back up as he heard two sharp intakes of breath, but before he could turn to defend his intentions to his lover and Max's, the Russian had captured his lips in a seemingly "passionate" kiss.
He pulled away quickly, gently removing the firm hand from the back of his head. He watched Ryan out of the corner of his eye, noticing the eyes burning with possessive jealousy, the fists clenching on the arms of his chair, the nervous tic in his jaw. "Oooooh, are you gonna get it tonight," his body language said, no words required.
Danny swallowed audibly and pushed his chair away even as Max's hand reached down to tickle his thigh, the Russian's eyes firmly on Thomas as his lover grew more and more upset, looking away with a rushed exhale that said his control was rapidly snapping.
Not wanting to find himself on the business end of one of Tom's punches, Daniel scooted his chair totally away from Max and all the way over to Ryan.
"I'm sorry, baby, he wouldn't let me get away...," murmured Danny pleadingly, staring into eyes almost black with jealous anger.
He heard a low growl come from his lover. "At home."
He nodded. "Alright."
They both saw the undercurrents of tension between the two men and cleared their throats, standing slowly and excusing themselves just as Thomas had had it and leapt at Maxim, their lips sealing together as they fought to steal each other's breath.
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Ryan relaxed into the driver's seat, finally at their house, and waited for the begging to begin. Sure enough, it hadn't been but a minute before Daniel turned to him with nervous brown eyes and pleaded,
"It wasn't my fault Ryan, but I'm sorry anyway....please forgive me."
Ryan said nothing, only tightened his grip on the steering wheel and stared pointedly at the house. Danny took the hint, getting out of the car and running to the house, then opening the door and racing inside.
Ryan counted to ten, taking deep breaths, his mind still focused on Max's dirty Russian lips plundering those of his precious lover, hands clenching so hard his fingernails made his palms bleed.
Eventually, he stood and went into the house, calling, "Where are you?" in a harsher tone than he'd intended, still swamped by a strong current of jealous fury.
He heard a small voice coming from Danny and followed the pathetic whimpering tone. "In the kitchen."
He walked in as his lover was making a sandwich for himself, licking the excess mayo off of his fingers, and was taken by the sudden urge to possess the remorseful captain, grabbing his arm and pulling him firmly from the kitchen and toward the bedroom.
Danny looked back longingly at his sandwich still sitting on the counter, but wisely chose to say nothing. "What are you going to do to me, Ryan?", he asked nervously, chewing his lip as he stared down at his lover's hand gripping his arm.
Ryan grinned evilly, still faced away from Danny. "I'm going to fuck you through the bed, Danny."
Danny's eyes widened and he stumbled, startled by the conviction in the goaltender's voice. "What?"
But they'd reached the bedroom. Ryan threw Daniel on the bed and pounced, his eyes flashing dangerously, daring his lover to protest as he leant to kiss him, hard, effectively washing away any memory of the earlier kiss with his talented lips and tongue, loving the moans he was drawing from Danny's lips. He bit Danny's neck viciously, grinning wickedly at the startled gasp.
He moved from Danny's neck to his chest, savagely ripping open his shirt and grabbing one tender nipple with his teeth, tugging and pulling until Danny was writhing on the bed, his lips parted to let out tortured moans.
That was when Ryan unzipped Danny's jeans and tugged them down, still moving with his mouth past Danny's abdomen, then with careful removal of his lover's briefs....right....there.
Danny's hips lifted as he arched straight off the bed, flames licking across his skin and making his nerve endings tingle everywhere as Ryan's tongue licked up the underside of his erection, pressing against the vein there. "Ah! Ryan!"
Ryan continued to lick around the head, coming back up to push his tongue against the slit, lapping up the liquid there as he snaked two fingers into Danny's mouth and wet them adequately, pulling them out quickly before Danny could wrap his pretty lips around them and suck them 'til he gave up all of his control. Still sucking Danny to perfection, he reached under his lover's ass and impaled him on two of his fingers, growing if possible, even harder at the desperate groan as he prepared his lover for him, adding another finger after no longer than a minute, scissoring them and stretching Danny, groaning around the cock in his mouth as his fingers were squeezed by his lover's tight heat.
Unable to hold back for any longer, he stood and sheathed himself in Danny's body, panting for breath as he felt the familiar sensation of being clamped in a pleasurable vice and bathed in an extremely enjoyable heat. He didn't stop there, just pulled almost completely out and slammed back in, hissing, "How dare you touch him! How dare he touch you? You are MINE, you understand? You belong to me!"
Danny threw his head back as Ryan angled to hit his prostate, gasping, "Yes, oh yes, I'm yours, Ryan!"
"NO one is allowed to touch you like this, NO one, not any one but me!"
"Never, oh, no, I promise it won't-happen-again...fuck, HARDER!"
Ryan began pounding into him in earnest, moaning animalistically as he asserted his claim over his love, possessing him with a madness he'd never felt before, letting him take a whole new pleasure out of fucking the man he loved.
Danny was loving being taken so brutally, arching in unison with his lover's thrusts, adoring the feeling of being owned like this, the sheer power the man he loved held over him giving him a heady sort of high as he felt his climax overtake his body, even as Ryan groaned and spilt his essence into him.
They lay together, panting, for a long while, too tired even to sit up.
Eventually, Danny finally gained enough energy to sit up a bit and grin up at his lover. "Now I get why they do what they do....if the sex is like that, damn."
He traced the outline of Ryan's lips with a reverent fingertip, still smiling softly. "I should make you jealous more often, babe."
Ryan bit his finger. "You better fucking not," he growled, "unless you want to become intimately acquainted with the couch and your right hand."
Daniel giggled. "Touche. I wouldn't want to, anyway." He wrapped his arms around Ryan and sighed into his chest. "I've got all I want and need, right here."
The room was silent in reply to his sweet sentiment.
Until the quiet was broken by a loud snore.
"Goodnight to you,too, Ryan," said Danny quietly, chuckling.
*****
This was one of my first, I can't believe I haven't posted it before now! : O....lemme know what you thought!!! :)
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
NC-17
Danny/Ryan, slight Max/Tom
I don't know and don't own :(
"What're you doing? " inquired Daniel Briere as he noticed out of the corner of his eye his lover donning a pair of black jeans and a gray sweater, then combing his hair to perfection.
He popped another piece of popcorn in his mouth and turned his attention back to the game highlights he was watching, only watching slightly as Ryan turned from the mirror with his hands on his hips and said exasperatedly, "Getting ready for our date?"
Daniel choked, spewing buttery kernals everywhere. "We have a date tonight?"
Ryan rolled his eyes and turned back to the mirror, parting his hair to a perfect line and sighing. "Yes, Daniel, we have a date tonight...a double date with Maxim and Thomas, remember?"
Daniel flicked the clicker at the tv, effectively shutting it off and turning to face his lover completely. "No, I don't remember hearing this."
Ryan huffed. "Figures you can remember the dates of the stupid hockey games that aren't even ours but not ONE date out of the whole week to go on with me, " he stated indignantly, sounding very much like an angry housewife.
Daniel sat on the bed, still eating the popcorn, trying to digest all this, while Ryan stood in the doorway to their closet with his jacket over his arm, tapping his foot impatiently. "Well?", he finally asked snottily.
Daniel came out of his reverie with a confused expression. "Well, what?"
Ryan closed his eyes for strength, a nervous tick in his jaw making it obvious he was fiercely resisting the urge to strangle his clueless lover. "Why the hell haven't you gotten up and started getting ready yet?"
Daniel gulped and stood hurriedly. "Oh. Sorry." He stripped off his undershirt and sweats and donned a pair of dark denims and a maroon polo, slipping into his loafers and running to grab his own coat from the closet.
Ryan obviously still pissed, the two of them made their way out of the house and to the car, Daniel pleading for forgiveness while the goaltender stayed silent. They got in the car, still arguing, well... at least Danny was.
Ryan started the car and sped out of the driveway, still firmly ignoring his lover's heartfelt pleas even as they reached the restaurant where they were meeting the other couple.
Standing in the doorway, Ryan turned to his lover with golden fire dancing in his eyes and spoke swiftly and quietly. "You are NOT to embarrass me with your stupid begging, you understand? We will talk about this at home. You will be a perfect gentleman and let me do the talking while on this date. You shall not offend our friends in ANY way. Then, and ONLY then, will I think about forgiving you tonight."
Daniel hung his head, ashamed and feeling very guilty. "Okay, Ryan." He looked up hopefully, trying to meet his lover's eyes. "Can I at least have a kiss?"
Ryan's eyes burned with annoyance. "No, you will get nothing unless this date goes very well, not for a very long time."
Daniel's eyes about popped out of his head. "You'd withhold SEX? No, Ryan, please don't."
Ryan grinned with no small amount of malice. "Then you'll have to be good, won't you?" He straightened proudly and strode gracefully into the restaurant, Danny trailing behind him like a puppy who'd been caught pissing in his master's shoes.
They came upon the two men they were to meet, sitting on opposite sides of the table, glaring at nothing, their faces firmly turned from each other. Danny looked extremely anxious about going any further. "We could just leave now, " he whispered to Ryan, hope swirling in his eyes.
Ryan growled, "Enough. We're staying. You take the seat next to Max and I'll take Tom."
Danny's eyes were glued to the floor again as he muttered, "Okay." He made his way over to Maxim Afinogenov and sat in the chair next to him, watching his friend nervously.
"Hey, what's up, Max?"
The Russian grunted. "Thomas Vanek and Jaroslav Spacek is assholes." His eyes narrowed even more as he noticed Tom shoot him a dirty look. He stuck out his tongue and returned to glaring at the bad, bad air, not even noticing Ryan and Danny exchange worried glances.
Danny leant toward Max eagerly. "Yeah? Why is that?"
"I caught him when he was tongues fighting with Jaroslav." He pointed at Thomas and made a face. "He is mine, not other guy's!"
Danny lifted a brow. "How long have you been dating?"
Max looked confused, as though he doubted the relevance of the question. "We only start dating today."
Danny sighed. "Before or after he did this?"
Max thought hard. "A little after?"
Danny rolled his eyes."He was just trying to make you jealous, Max, and it worked...you asked him out, didn't you?"
"Yes....oh....well then, now I make him jealous. Come closer so you help." Danny threw his lover a quick, fearful glance and swallowed.
"'Kay....what do you want me to do?"
"Lean in and have tongue touch my neck right under my ear. I giggle, make it look real."
Danny gazed at Ryan anxiously, whispering, "Alright, I think I can do that." He leant over and buried his face in Maxim's neck, nuzzling and kissing it, grimacing unseen at Max's cute giggle, acting the part of loving his attentions. He sat back up as he heard two sharp intakes of breath, but before he could turn to defend his intentions to his lover and Max's, the Russian had captured his lips in a seemingly "passionate" kiss.
He pulled away quickly, gently removing the firm hand from the back of his head. He watched Ryan out of the corner of his eye, noticing the eyes burning with possessive jealousy, the fists clenching on the arms of his chair, the nervous tic in his jaw. "Oooooh, are you gonna get it tonight," his body language said, no words required.
Danny swallowed audibly and pushed his chair away even as Max's hand reached down to tickle his thigh, the Russian's eyes firmly on Thomas as his lover grew more and more upset, looking away with a rushed exhale that said his control was rapidly snapping.
Not wanting to find himself on the business end of one of Tom's punches, Daniel scooted his chair totally away from Max and all the way over to Ryan.
"I'm sorry, baby, he wouldn't let me get away...," murmured Danny pleadingly, staring into eyes almost black with jealous anger.
He heard a low growl come from his lover. "At home."
He nodded. "Alright."
They both saw the undercurrents of tension between the two men and cleared their throats, standing slowly and excusing themselves just as Thomas had had it and leapt at Maxim, their lips sealing together as they fought to steal each other's breath.
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Ryan relaxed into the driver's seat, finally at their house, and waited for the begging to begin. Sure enough, it hadn't been but a minute before Daniel turned to him with nervous brown eyes and pleaded,
"It wasn't my fault Ryan, but I'm sorry anyway....please forgive me."
Ryan said nothing, only tightened his grip on the steering wheel and stared pointedly at the house. Danny took the hint, getting out of the car and running to the house, then opening the door and racing inside.
Ryan counted to ten, taking deep breaths, his mind still focused on Max's dirty Russian lips plundering those of his precious lover, hands clenching so hard his fingernails made his palms bleed.
Eventually, he stood and went into the house, calling, "Where are you?" in a harsher tone than he'd intended, still swamped by a strong current of jealous fury.
He heard a small voice coming from Danny and followed the pathetic whimpering tone. "In the kitchen."
He walked in as his lover was making a sandwich for himself, licking the excess mayo off of his fingers, and was taken by the sudden urge to possess the remorseful captain, grabbing his arm and pulling him firmly from the kitchen and toward the bedroom.
Danny looked back longingly at his sandwich still sitting on the counter, but wisely chose to say nothing. "What are you going to do to me, Ryan?", he asked nervously, chewing his lip as he stared down at his lover's hand gripping his arm.
Ryan grinned evilly, still faced away from Danny. "I'm going to fuck you through the bed, Danny."
Danny's eyes widened and he stumbled, startled by the conviction in the goaltender's voice. "What?"
But they'd reached the bedroom. Ryan threw Daniel on the bed and pounced, his eyes flashing dangerously, daring his lover to protest as he leant to kiss him, hard, effectively washing away any memory of the earlier kiss with his talented lips and tongue, loving the moans he was drawing from Danny's lips. He bit Danny's neck viciously, grinning wickedly at the startled gasp.
He moved from Danny's neck to his chest, savagely ripping open his shirt and grabbing one tender nipple with his teeth, tugging and pulling until Danny was writhing on the bed, his lips parted to let out tortured moans.
That was when Ryan unzipped Danny's jeans and tugged them down, still moving with his mouth past Danny's abdomen, then with careful removal of his lover's briefs....right....there.
Danny's hips lifted as he arched straight off the bed, flames licking across his skin and making his nerve endings tingle everywhere as Ryan's tongue licked up the underside of his erection, pressing against the vein there. "Ah! Ryan!"
Ryan continued to lick around the head, coming back up to push his tongue against the slit, lapping up the liquid there as he snaked two fingers into Danny's mouth and wet them adequately, pulling them out quickly before Danny could wrap his pretty lips around them and suck them 'til he gave up all of his control. Still sucking Danny to perfection, he reached under his lover's ass and impaled him on two of his fingers, growing if possible, even harder at the desperate groan as he prepared his lover for him, adding another finger after no longer than a minute, scissoring them and stretching Danny, groaning around the cock in his mouth as his fingers were squeezed by his lover's tight heat.
Unable to hold back for any longer, he stood and sheathed himself in Danny's body, panting for breath as he felt the familiar sensation of being clamped in a pleasurable vice and bathed in an extremely enjoyable heat. He didn't stop there, just pulled almost completely out and slammed back in, hissing, "How dare you touch him! How dare he touch you? You are MINE, you understand? You belong to me!"
Danny threw his head back as Ryan angled to hit his prostate, gasping, "Yes, oh yes, I'm yours, Ryan!"
"NO one is allowed to touch you like this, NO one, not any one but me!"
"Never, oh, no, I promise it won't-happen-again...fuck, HARDER!"
Ryan began pounding into him in earnest, moaning animalistically as he asserted his claim over his love, possessing him with a madness he'd never felt before, letting him take a whole new pleasure out of fucking the man he loved.
Danny was loving being taken so brutally, arching in unison with his lover's thrusts, adoring the feeling of being owned like this, the sheer power the man he loved held over him giving him a heady sort of high as he felt his climax overtake his body, even as Ryan groaned and spilt his essence into him.
They lay together, panting, for a long while, too tired even to sit up.
Eventually, Danny finally gained enough energy to sit up a bit and grin up at his lover. "Now I get why they do what they do....if the sex is like that, damn."
He traced the outline of Ryan's lips with a reverent fingertip, still smiling softly. "I should make you jealous more often, babe."
Ryan bit his finger. "You better fucking not," he growled, "unless you want to become intimately acquainted with the couch and your right hand."
Daniel giggled. "Touche. I wouldn't want to, anyway." He wrapped his arms around Ryan and sighed into his chest. "I've got all I want and need, right here."
The room was silent in reply to his sweet sentiment.
Until the quiet was broken by a loud snore.
"Goodnight to you,too, Ryan," said Danny quietly, chuckling.
*****
This was one of my first, I can't believe I haven't posted it before now! : O....lemme know what you thought!!! :)