Teasing Him
A continuation of 'Watching Him' ( Watching Him)
Characters: Jason Spezza, Antoine Vermette [Ottawa Senators], and some mentions of the other Sens players
Rating: R
Disclaimer: 100% fake guaranteed
I was extremely excited when I bumped into Antoine at Foundation that night. I thought he wasn't going to join us in our little drinking night after scoring against the Ducks, but he had a change of mind at the last minute and decided to hop in. He was looking so fucking delicious that night with his jeans and that awesome looking Ed Hardy shirt that pretty much hugged his torso and highlighted his muscles. He joined us at our table somewhere at the back of the club and sat right beside me, leaning in dangerously close just to say 'Hi' to me. If I wasn't a known person I swore I would've just leaned in and planted him a kiss on those luscious, full lips of his. The smell of his cologne lingered around in my nose for a few seconds and I admit that it made me stir quite a bit. He high-fived all the other guys around the table while Alfie placed an order for two pitchers of Keith's from the waitress.
"Planning to get drunk tonight?" Antoine asked me with a smile.
"Nah, not really. Don't wanna be hungover for tomorrow." I replied."Why, are you?"
He smirked. "You know, I perform better when I'm a little buzzed." He winked, and memories of our last steamy encounter in the shower filled my mind. I swallowed at the thought of it and he just giggled before turning around to join Gratts in his discussion about the ultimate drinking game that he played one night.
Our beers came a few minutes later, and all of us started filling our glasses with the beverage and made a toast to the team's success that night. I watched as Antoine sipped his drink slowly. He flickered his eyes naughtily at me as he downed his drink until it was half gone. This man just couldn't be any sexier, and I knew that he was aware of that. And I hated it. Hated the fact that he was slowly turning me on just by his actions. I chugged down my drink and started to pour another glass of beer when I suddenly felt his hand brushed against my thigh under the table. The sudden contact nearly made me let go of the pitcher but I managed to set it down on the table right on time.
"What the fu--" I started but Antoine cut me off.
"Take it slow, buddy." He said, his hands now moving slowly up and down my thigh. "Thought you weren't planning on getting drunk tonight?"
"I've only had one glass of beer. Chill." I was amazed at how calm I sounded despite my raging desire to just push his head down on my erecting cock right at that moment. He smiled and raised his glass at me, and I toasted him and downed my drink. He proceeded to fill up my glass, all the while watching me intently with those beautiful dark brown eyes.
"Are you trying to get me drunk now?" I asked him when he was done pouring the beer up to the rim of my glass.
"Only two beers so far. Chill."
"Hey you stole my line!" I giggled and ruffled his hair, and as expected, my hand got slapped away.
"I spent 15 minutes to do my hair! Don't ruin it!" He protested and laughed, and raised his hand to do the same thing on mine.
"Hey, I spent more time on my hair than you did!" And we both broke into a little hair-ruffling war, oblivious of what everyone around might think if they saw us. I started to poke him repeatedly on his waists which sent him into fits of laughter and we were tickling and poking each other playfully until Antoine fell into Brian's lap.
"Gosh, you two! Stop it!" Brian said, apparently annoyed at us but he still let out a little giggle, probably amused at our little display of childish act. Antoine uttered an apology and sat back up on his chair. I drank more, feeling the buzz already coming on to me now. Pretty much a lightweight, I know. We ordered another three shots, downed all of 'em down in a matter of seconds, and by then I could see that Antoine was flushing a little bit, a sure sign that he, too was getting a little tipsy.
An hour into our little party, everyone was starting to get drunk. Even Fisher was drinking that night, surprisingly. Usually he was the sober one. He joined Gratts and Andrej on the dance floor and started to pull off some really goofy dance moves which left me and Antoine laughing so hard we almost peed our pants. I looked around the table and saw that only Alfie, Neil, Kelly and Comrie were left, sitting a few seats down from ours, all of them laughing happily as they were talking drunkenly to each other. I took the chance to rub my hands on Antoine's thighs, and he gave me a look which I took as an encouragement for me to go on.
Both of us pulled closer under the table to make sure that no one saw what I was doing to him. I traced my fingers along his thigh, then slowly slipped them underneath his shirt. He flinched a little when my hands made direct contact with his skin, then he began to relax by lying back on the chair and tried to look as cool as possible. I roamed my hands on his solid abs, making sure that I didn't go any higher than that as someone might spot my hand in his shirt. While my hand was doing its job, my other hand took a swig from my glass to make it look like we were doing nothing but chilling out.
I moved my hand lower and played around his belly button. He jerked up a little bit, then I felt his hand on top of mine, guiding it to go lower. I could feel the soft hair on his trail and played around it a little bit. I turned to look at Antoine, who was looking straight ahead but could no longer pull off his 'cool dude' look. His mouth was parted open a little bit, and if it wasn't for the loud music blasting in the club, I bet I could hear him letting out tiny gasps and moans. I moved my hand lower to his sensitive region, making my way past the waistband of his boxers before landing at my destination. He was already rock hard and I enjoyed feeling his hot, throbbing cock in my hand. I held it for a few moment, enjoying the feel of him, before starting to move my hand up and down his member. He started bucking his hips wildly as I stroked him faster and faster. I could feel his precum already leaking from the tip, and used it to lubricate my hand to jack him off. I looked at Antoine who was flushing really hard, his eyes filled with lust and desire. He leaned in to me and whispered that he was gonna cum soon. An evil smirk spread on my face as an idea suddenly came in my mind. I slowed down my strokes and began to grab his dick head as hard as I could, and I could feel Antoine bucking his hips like crazy to force my hand to move, but I stayed put. Soon I felt his dick softening, a look of desperation and disappointment was clearly reflected on his face.
"Fuck you, Spezza." He spat out and I felt him stomp his foot several times underneath the table. I giggled at the sight of him, suddenly feeling amused at my ability to fucking tease him. "Fuck you." He muttered again and drank his last few drops of beer. I saw Alfie looking at us and mouthed 'Are you guys ok over there?', which I replied with a thumbs up.
I leaned in towards Antoine and whispered in his ear, "You listen up now, French boy. I'm gonna get you drunk, take you home to my place tonight and you're gonna show me your incredible skills, you got that?"
He looked up at me, and I wasn't sure whether he looked angry or happy, but he nodded anyway.
"Good boy." I ruffled his hair, this time he didn't slap off my hand. And I proceeded to order a couple more shots for him, determined to get him drunk. I was in for a good action tonight, and Antoine better be keeping his words.
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uhhhhh so how was that? :P
Characters: Jason Spezza, Antoine Vermette [Ottawa Senators], and some mentions of the other Sens players
Rating: R
Disclaimer: 100% fake guaranteed
I was extremely excited when I bumped into Antoine at Foundation that night. I thought he wasn't going to join us in our little drinking night after scoring against the Ducks, but he had a change of mind at the last minute and decided to hop in. He was looking so fucking delicious that night with his jeans and that awesome looking Ed Hardy shirt that pretty much hugged his torso and highlighted his muscles. He joined us at our table somewhere at the back of the club and sat right beside me, leaning in dangerously close just to say 'Hi' to me. If I wasn't a known person I swore I would've just leaned in and planted him a kiss on those luscious, full lips of his. The smell of his cologne lingered around in my nose for a few seconds and I admit that it made me stir quite a bit. He high-fived all the other guys around the table while Alfie placed an order for two pitchers of Keith's from the waitress.
"Planning to get drunk tonight?" Antoine asked me with a smile.
"Nah, not really. Don't wanna be hungover for tomorrow." I replied."Why, are you?"
He smirked. "You know, I perform better when I'm a little buzzed." He winked, and memories of our last steamy encounter in the shower filled my mind. I swallowed at the thought of it and he just giggled before turning around to join Gratts in his discussion about the ultimate drinking game that he played one night.
Our beers came a few minutes later, and all of us started filling our glasses with the beverage and made a toast to the team's success that night. I watched as Antoine sipped his drink slowly. He flickered his eyes naughtily at me as he downed his drink until it was half gone. This man just couldn't be any sexier, and I knew that he was aware of that. And I hated it. Hated the fact that he was slowly turning me on just by his actions. I chugged down my drink and started to pour another glass of beer when I suddenly felt his hand brushed against my thigh under the table. The sudden contact nearly made me let go of the pitcher but I managed to set it down on the table right on time.
"What the fu--" I started but Antoine cut me off.
"Take it slow, buddy." He said, his hands now moving slowly up and down my thigh. "Thought you weren't planning on getting drunk tonight?"
"I've only had one glass of beer. Chill." I was amazed at how calm I sounded despite my raging desire to just push his head down on my erecting cock right at that moment. He smiled and raised his glass at me, and I toasted him and downed my drink. He proceeded to fill up my glass, all the while watching me intently with those beautiful dark brown eyes.
"Are you trying to get me drunk now?" I asked him when he was done pouring the beer up to the rim of my glass.
"Only two beers so far. Chill."
"Hey you stole my line!" I giggled and ruffled his hair, and as expected, my hand got slapped away.
"I spent 15 minutes to do my hair! Don't ruin it!" He protested and laughed, and raised his hand to do the same thing on mine.
"Hey, I spent more time on my hair than you did!" And we both broke into a little hair-ruffling war, oblivious of what everyone around might think if they saw us. I started to poke him repeatedly on his waists which sent him into fits of laughter and we were tickling and poking each other playfully until Antoine fell into Brian's lap.
"Gosh, you two! Stop it!" Brian said, apparently annoyed at us but he still let out a little giggle, probably amused at our little display of childish act. Antoine uttered an apology and sat back up on his chair. I drank more, feeling the buzz already coming on to me now. Pretty much a lightweight, I know. We ordered another three shots, downed all of 'em down in a matter of seconds, and by then I could see that Antoine was flushing a little bit, a sure sign that he, too was getting a little tipsy.
An hour into our little party, everyone was starting to get drunk. Even Fisher was drinking that night, surprisingly. Usually he was the sober one. He joined Gratts and Andrej on the dance floor and started to pull off some really goofy dance moves which left me and Antoine laughing so hard we almost peed our pants. I looked around the table and saw that only Alfie, Neil, Kelly and Comrie were left, sitting a few seats down from ours, all of them laughing happily as they were talking drunkenly to each other. I took the chance to rub my hands on Antoine's thighs, and he gave me a look which I took as an encouragement for me to go on.
Both of us pulled closer under the table to make sure that no one saw what I was doing to him. I traced my fingers along his thigh, then slowly slipped them underneath his shirt. He flinched a little when my hands made direct contact with his skin, then he began to relax by lying back on the chair and tried to look as cool as possible. I roamed my hands on his solid abs, making sure that I didn't go any higher than that as someone might spot my hand in his shirt. While my hand was doing its job, my other hand took a swig from my glass to make it look like we were doing nothing but chilling out.
I moved my hand lower and played around his belly button. He jerked up a little bit, then I felt his hand on top of mine, guiding it to go lower. I could feel the soft hair on his trail and played around it a little bit. I turned to look at Antoine, who was looking straight ahead but could no longer pull off his 'cool dude' look. His mouth was parted open a little bit, and if it wasn't for the loud music blasting in the club, I bet I could hear him letting out tiny gasps and moans. I moved my hand lower to his sensitive region, making my way past the waistband of his boxers before landing at my destination. He was already rock hard and I enjoyed feeling his hot, throbbing cock in my hand. I held it for a few moment, enjoying the feel of him, before starting to move my hand up and down his member. He started bucking his hips wildly as I stroked him faster and faster. I could feel his precum already leaking from the tip, and used it to lubricate my hand to jack him off. I looked at Antoine who was flushing really hard, his eyes filled with lust and desire. He leaned in to me and whispered that he was gonna cum soon. An evil smirk spread on my face as an idea suddenly came in my mind. I slowed down my strokes and began to grab his dick head as hard as I could, and I could feel Antoine bucking his hips like crazy to force my hand to move, but I stayed put. Soon I felt his dick softening, a look of desperation and disappointment was clearly reflected on his face.
"Fuck you, Spezza." He spat out and I felt him stomp his foot several times underneath the table. I giggled at the sight of him, suddenly feeling amused at my ability to fucking tease him. "Fuck you." He muttered again and drank his last few drops of beer. I saw Alfie looking at us and mouthed 'Are you guys ok over there?', which I replied with a thumbs up.
I leaned in towards Antoine and whispered in his ear, "You listen up now, French boy. I'm gonna get you drunk, take you home to my place tonight and you're gonna show me your incredible skills, you got that?"
He looked up at me, and I wasn't sure whether he looked angry or happy, but he nodded anyway.
"Good boy." I ruffled his hair, this time he didn't slap off my hand. And I proceeded to order a couple more shots for him, determined to get him drunk. I was in for a good action tonight, and Antoine better be keeping his words.
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uhhhhh so how was that? :P