Losing Challenge Fic
Title: Sweet Victory
Challenge: #2:Losing
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Markus Naslund/Todd Bertuzzi
Disclaimer: All lies.
Note: I posted another fic of these two for this challenge before deleting it. I really didnt like it. This one is completely different. Takes place after the Soccer World Cup Final.
“Not fucking fair.”
“You agreed, Todd. Now you gotta pay up.” Markus smirks, looking like the smug bastard he feels like.
“You made me agree. I know nothing about fucking soccer-“
“Football,” Markus intervenes with a laugh.
Todd growls. “Whatever. I know shit all about it. France and Italy, to me, are the same fucking team. Not fair.” He knows he doesn’t have a valid point, but it’s not going to stop him from whining, knowing how little it takes for Markus to give in. But not this time.
“Not my fault. You picked first. And this World Cup was pretty unpredictable, so you can’t even say that I set it up so I’d win.” He places a kiss on Todd’s lips, pulling back to say, “So, get naked.”
Todd smirks. He has no problems with that. It’s just the bottoming part he really doesn’t want to deal with. He presses his lips against Markus’, tongue searching for its partners. Fingers slip into the blonde locks, eliciting moans as the kiss deepens.
Markus reaches for the buttons on Todd’s shirt, making quick work of it and tosses it to the side. He doesn’t really care where it lands and does the same with his pants. Within seconds, he’s got Todd down to his boxers, whereas he’s still fully clothed. So, he pulls back, laughs when Todd whimpers at the loss, but rapidly removes his own clothing. He silently takes Todd to their room, settling him against the pillows. He kisses him once before backing away.
“Be good for me?” He smirks when Todd glares at him. “I’ll be right back”
And he is. Naked. With something behind his back, making Todd wildly curious. He hates surprises. Markus takes his time though. He stops to take the lube out of the nightstand, and then very slowly, climbs his way over to Todd. He latches onto his earlobe, mercilessly teases Todd to a point where he’s close to begging. But this is Markus’ night to be in control. He silences him with a finger upon his lips.
“Close your eyes, baby” His voice is soft, almost angelic. Todd wants to refuse, but his body isn’t cooperating with him. His eyelids shut almost automatically and that earns him a chuckle. “Eager much?” Todd is about to snarl back when he feels something push gently at his lips. Instantly, his tongue darts out and he moans when the sweetness of the chocolate invades his mouth. But it’s short lived when Markus quickly takes it away, causing Todd’s eyes to jerk open and be greeted by a smirking Swede.
“You are not a nice man.”
Markus just laughs, moving to straddle his stomach. This is effecting him as much as its effecting Todd. He offers the piece of chocolate again which Todd accepts happily. He lets it roll on his tongue, trying his best to suppress a moan when Markus slides his tongue in. Markus and chocolate. Nothing could be better. No, wait. Markus’ fingers deftly slither past the waistband of his boxes, stroking him lightly. Definitely better.
Markus pulls back reluctantly, watches the pleasure on Todd’s face before removing the last piece of clothing completely. He leans down to lick his hip bone, dangerous close to where Todd really wants Markus’ tongue. When Markus’s lips finally close around the tip of his cock, he releases a pleasured sigh, oblivious to the slick finger Markus has slipped into him. The feel of Markus mouth is good, but not as good when two fingers hit his prostate. Now he’s fully aware and incoherent. He feels Markus laugh around him before he releases him to move upward, pressing his lips for a kiss. He can feel Todd’s lips curl into a smile, murmuring, “Love you.”
Already slick, Markus pushes into Todd tentatively, wanting make this as pleasurable as possible without pain. Todd’s fingers move to curl around his own cock, but Markus’ shoves them away, wrapping his own instead. The slow strokes match the rhythm Markus is moving inside him. Todd’s moaning furiously, tossing his head from side to side, begging him to go faster. It takes Markus a moment before his obliges and starts to pound him, fingers moving just as fast. It doesn’t last long enough for Todd, as he comes in Markus’ hand, muttering obscenities. Markus isn’t far behind, coming deep inside him a few strokes later. His hips and fingers slowly come to a stop, making sure to ride it out fully with Todd. Eventually, he pulls out and moves to lay his head on Todd’s chest, rubbing his come on his stomach.
Todd kisses him, nothing short of passion. “Damn, Markus.”
Markus just smirks. He might have won, but it wasn’t like Todd lost.
Challenge: #2:Losing
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Markus Naslund/Todd Bertuzzi
Disclaimer: All lies.
Note: I posted another fic of these two for this challenge before deleting it. I really didnt like it. This one is completely different. Takes place after the Soccer World Cup Final.
“Not fucking fair.”
“You agreed, Todd. Now you gotta pay up.” Markus smirks, looking like the smug bastard he feels like.
“You made me agree. I know nothing about fucking soccer-“
“Football,” Markus intervenes with a laugh.
Todd growls. “Whatever. I know shit all about it. France and Italy, to me, are the same fucking team. Not fair.” He knows he doesn’t have a valid point, but it’s not going to stop him from whining, knowing how little it takes for Markus to give in. But not this time.
“Not my fault. You picked first. And this World Cup was pretty unpredictable, so you can’t even say that I set it up so I’d win.” He places a kiss on Todd’s lips, pulling back to say, “So, get naked.”
Todd smirks. He has no problems with that. It’s just the bottoming part he really doesn’t want to deal with. He presses his lips against Markus’, tongue searching for its partners. Fingers slip into the blonde locks, eliciting moans as the kiss deepens.
Markus reaches for the buttons on Todd’s shirt, making quick work of it and tosses it to the side. He doesn’t really care where it lands and does the same with his pants. Within seconds, he’s got Todd down to his boxers, whereas he’s still fully clothed. So, he pulls back, laughs when Todd whimpers at the loss, but rapidly removes his own clothing. He silently takes Todd to their room, settling him against the pillows. He kisses him once before backing away.
“Be good for me?” He smirks when Todd glares at him. “I’ll be right back”
And he is. Naked. With something behind his back, making Todd wildly curious. He hates surprises. Markus takes his time though. He stops to take the lube out of the nightstand, and then very slowly, climbs his way over to Todd. He latches onto his earlobe, mercilessly teases Todd to a point where he’s close to begging. But this is Markus’ night to be in control. He silences him with a finger upon his lips.
“Close your eyes, baby” His voice is soft, almost angelic. Todd wants to refuse, but his body isn’t cooperating with him. His eyelids shut almost automatically and that earns him a chuckle. “Eager much?” Todd is about to snarl back when he feels something push gently at his lips. Instantly, his tongue darts out and he moans when the sweetness of the chocolate invades his mouth. But it’s short lived when Markus quickly takes it away, causing Todd’s eyes to jerk open and be greeted by a smirking Swede.
“You are not a nice man.”
Markus just laughs, moving to straddle his stomach. This is effecting him as much as its effecting Todd. He offers the piece of chocolate again which Todd accepts happily. He lets it roll on his tongue, trying his best to suppress a moan when Markus slides his tongue in. Markus and chocolate. Nothing could be better. No, wait. Markus’ fingers deftly slither past the waistband of his boxes, stroking him lightly. Definitely better.
Markus pulls back reluctantly, watches the pleasure on Todd’s face before removing the last piece of clothing completely. He leans down to lick his hip bone, dangerous close to where Todd really wants Markus’ tongue. When Markus’s lips finally close around the tip of his cock, he releases a pleasured sigh, oblivious to the slick finger Markus has slipped into him. The feel of Markus mouth is good, but not as good when two fingers hit his prostate. Now he’s fully aware and incoherent. He feels Markus laugh around him before he releases him to move upward, pressing his lips for a kiss. He can feel Todd’s lips curl into a smile, murmuring, “Love you.”
Already slick, Markus pushes into Todd tentatively, wanting make this as pleasurable as possible without pain. Todd’s fingers move to curl around his own cock, but Markus’ shoves them away, wrapping his own instead. The slow strokes match the rhythm Markus is moving inside him. Todd’s moaning furiously, tossing his head from side to side, begging him to go faster. It takes Markus a moment before his obliges and starts to pound him, fingers moving just as fast. It doesn’t last long enough for Todd, as he comes in Markus’ hand, muttering obscenities. Markus isn’t far behind, coming deep inside him a few strokes later. His hips and fingers slowly come to a stop, making sure to ride it out fully with Todd. Eventually, he pulls out and moves to lay his head on Todd’s chest, rubbing his come on his stomach.
Todd kisses him, nothing short of passion. “Damn, Markus.”
Markus just smirks. He might have won, but it wasn’t like Todd lost.